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The Swapped Bride: His Unseen Queen

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 751    |    Released on: 09/03/2026

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ld my gaze when Sofia timidly announced that my broth

with sweeping Sicilian landscapes, and the faint, expensive scent of lilies. It was my sanctuary, a symbol of my new

al document onto the polished mahogany table. "Sign i

d, keeping my voi

ied to the O'Bannon Boys. You're in over your head. For the sake of Rowland decency and your

hen back at him. "No. My a

h," he snarled, stepping forward. "You have no idea what you're doin

d no,

down hard on my upper arm. He tried to drag me toward the table, hi

looked down at his hand, then up into his furi

isper. "Touch me again, and my future husband's *Soldiers* will te

nvocation of the *Cosa Nostra*'s absolute, blood

of your mind?" Connor hissed at him. Connor wasn't protecting me; he was the only one smar

gned papers. They turned toward the door, but Connor linger

ou," Connor muttered. "A rat i

past life burning bright in my mind. *One day you'll learn the truth about the viper you've raised. You

long. Barely twenty minutes after my b

signature mask of wide-eyed innocence, a sweet smile painted on her lips. She sa

rehearsed concern. "The boys were too rough. But... I am worried about you. I

entary flare of defiance. She was using the Irish mob as a ghost to frighten me into sub

hunting for. Instead, I turned my head and looked directly into her eyes

ster?" I asked, my to

mpletely vanished from her face, leaving behind a cold, calculating stare. The illusion of our si

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The Swapped Bride: His Unseen Queen
The Swapped Bride: His Unseen Queen
“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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