Reborn To Ruin: The Mafia Queen's Revenge

perfect Mafia Princess, treating my illegi

is exactly wha

a honeymoon. He dragged me into th

oo. Not to help

r mother with arsenic, watching with glee a

," he sneered, carving through

m, choking on my own blood an

idn't s

, clutching a chest that

my nightstand re

ing I was scheduled to sign the marr

the paper on

I signed it with

y silver Zippo and watched

s. I packed a pistol

ing to L

erous enough to help me des

ht club, locked eyes with the dea

avallaro

to make yo

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e carving through my skin woke me scream

and dried blood. I clawed at my chest, expecting to find the ga

my nightgown clung to

he basement.

e table. The light blinded me for a sec

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y mother. Five years before Luca Vance, the man I was s

state was heavy, suffocating. Downstairs, I knew my father was likely drinking

cream-colored, and binding. An arranged marriage to Luca

th every second. The terror of the torture chamber was fadin

ng back was twenty-one, beautiful, and naive. But her eyes were a

up the

a Princess. I had tried to be kind to Mia, my father's illegitimate

ss had gott

ch. I used the lighter Luca had given me as an engage

to life. It danced

. The paper curled, turning black, then ash. I watched

irst deep breath I

e safe behind the painting of the Virgin Mary-a safe my father though

ed my p

t of stationery. I didn't write a tearfu

res

hat was all

. It was a decorative thing, meant for a lady, but it

lway was dark. I moved like a ghost, the way I had learned to

entrance. The night air was

of the driveway. I had called the s

er asked, his eyes scannin

rport,"

d t

as," I w

gle. And in the jungle, you didn't n