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The Swapped Bride: His Unseen Queen

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 814    |    Released on: 09/03/2026

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of the Rowland Estate. It was a sprawling, gilded cage overlooking the manicured, lifeless gardens. There was nothing of m

t wasn't until much later I discovered that at least half of them were stuffed with old newspapers and bricks. She had saved face for Washington society while hoarding the real wealth for herself, and my fathe

y loyal maid, slipped into the room, her f

illed the poison Connor had so carefully planted. Last night, Damien Franco had been at *The Green Mill* jazz

ly felt a cold, terrifying clarity. Connor had conveniently let this slip to Liam, knowing Liam's temper w

st brother Sean had been beaten to death in the alley behind *The Green Mill*, fighting over that e

Sean, the cold pragmatist, didn't care about my humiliation as long as the Franco alliance held. Liam, the hypocrite, reveled in

n the form of Mrs. Eleanor Reid. My mother's most trusted co

bottom of the list. "They transferred two dilapidated warehouses in the West Loop to your name. They are burdened with e

t of Chicago, on what would soon be my husband's territory, toxic asse

pleaded, touching my hand gently. "They have the wealth and

y. "No, Eleanor. We

avies's political career, I had anonymously leaked shipping intel that bankrupted my maternal grandfather's flee

de the thought of facing them unbearable. More importantly, fleeing to Boston now would only drag innocent people into a mafia war. Dam

ands. I refused to be the architect

wanted to tear the Rowlands down to their foundations, I couldn't rely on a husba

ather's approval had died in the wreckage of my past life. The woman stand

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“I woke up gasping for air, expecting to feel the crushed ribs and shattered glass from the fatal car crash. Instead, I found myself in the cavernous bedroom of the Franco Estate in 1928 Chicago. In my past life, my stepmother forced me to marry a golden-boy politician, while throwing my stepsister Clara to Damien Franco, the ruthless mafia boss. But Clara became the Mafia Queen, and Damien destroyed my husband's career, leaving me to die in disgrace as a sacrificed pawn. This time, the script was flipped. My stepmother kept the "clean" politician for Clara and threw me to the monster. Just three days after my wedding, my family arrived at my new home. Not to comfort me, but to strip me of my late mother's trust fund. They rigged my assets, leaving me with toxic, gang-tied warehouses designed to bankrupt me and get me killed in an Irish mob turf war. "She's not a wife, she's collateral meant to absorb the mafia's bullets. She'll be dead within a year." Clara's mocking words reached my ears, confirming my darkest fears. I spent my entire last life bleeding my soul dry for their approval, only to be betrayed. I couldn't fathom how my own father and brothers could gleefully orchestrate my murder just to line their pockets. But they had no idea they had just handed me the keys to the underworld. I wasn't that naive girl anymore. I slammed the ledgers of their embezzlement onto the mahogany table, looked my arrogant brothers in the eye, and invoked the absolute, bloody laws of the Cosa Nostra to collect their debts. This time, I would tear their empire to the ground.”
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