Reborn To Ruin The Mafia Don

Chapter 3

Word Count: 630 | Released on: 20/04/2026

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night air, I told Bianca I needed a momen

a mahogany side table sat an empty bourbon bottle, likely left behind by one of the night guards. I wrapped my h

al precision, selecting a jagged, triangular shard of glass. It was heavy and lethal. I slid it

dling in the dark. Its exhaust plumed like dragon's breath in the biting wind, and

or, her face pale but her eyes glea

ufactured relief. "We must hurry. Lady Rosalie sent word that the main

s we should wait until dawn, Francesca," I murmured, fei

river's seat. "The secluded canyon road is much safer at night. We

had used in my past life. The sc

esca took the rear-facing jump seat opposite us. The heavy doors slammed shut, sealing us inside a vault of black leather and tinted glass. T

d was the rhythmic thud of the tires against the uneven

face, watching the way she obse

, my voice barely rising a

ion to me, forcing a t

nd vulnerable. "Do you remember that lullaby she used to sing to

al question. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before

endearment she had never once uttered in her life. "Sh

e despised the ocean, and she cert

up until the moment she delivered me to the slaughter. The absolute confirmatio

. Beneath the heavy wool of my coat, my fingers curled inward,

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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.”