Reborn To Ruin The Mafia Don

Chapter 2

Word Count: 760 | Released on: 20/04/2026

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, possessive heat that had just scorched my skin. He hung up and turned his back

w a man in a tailored suit to step inside. The man-a family doctor, judging by the discreet black bag-kept his eyes str

unreadable, stripped of any lingering desire. He held

cone threat who had stumbled into his bed, he was severing any possibility of a future. He was denying me

n commanded, his vo

is affection had died in a freezing lake. I took the pill, placed it on my to

ckward glance. I scrambled to the door, clutching the ruined silk sheet to my

sweat on my skin turned frigid, and suddenly,

the w

freezing current dragging me down. I could hear Rosalie's sweet, venomous voice whispering my failures on the

. The memory shifted, violently tearing me from the lake

's associates grabbing my hair. And then, Bianca-my s

Isa!

dragged her into the van instead of me. She had

ye. Pale. Bruised. But alive. Damien Moretti was an enemy, Julian was a monster, and Ro

e gothic retreat my family used as a cover for my temporary "disappe

ry, watching the midnight rain lash against

pale with worry. She was alive. Whole. The sight of her mad

e from Lady Rosalie. There are rumors of gang violence erupting on the main highway tonight. Rosalie insis

anyon

"safe route" was a dead zone, the perfect stage for Rosalie's hired thugs to ambush my car s

, Isa?" Bianca aske

ere Francesca and the black Lincoln Town Car waited in the dark. "Tell Fran

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Amelia Rivers Mafia

“My sister Rosalie always played the role of my gentle protector. On the night of my engagement, she insisted I take a secluded canyon road for my own safety. In my past life, I didn't know it was a deadly trap. I fell for the staged ambush and the rival mobster, Julian, who took a fake bullet to "save" me. Because of my blind trust, my entire Falcone bloodline was annihilated overnight. My father was beheaded, my brothers were gunned down, and my sweet little sister was left to die in a filthy alley. I was even brainwashed into betraying my new husband, Damien Moretti. I shot the only man who truly protected me right through the heart, just before Rosalie drowned me in a freezing lake, laughing as she confessed she was just a bastard child stealing my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very night my nightmare began. I was trapped in a penthouse, a lethal drug melting my sanity, pinned beneath Damien. But after he brutally sweat the poison out of my veins, he didn't look at me with love. He handed me a Plan B pill with a gaze full of ancient, chilling hatred. "Swallow it," he commanded, his voice a sheet of ice. He remembers. The Dark Don remembers the past life where I murdered him. But this time, I won't be a pawn. I wiped the blood of my traitorous maid from my hands, ready to drag my fake sister straight to hell.”