Reborn To Ruin The Mafia Don

Chapter 4

Word Count: 666 | Released on: 20/04/2026

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canyon road. That subtle, rhythmic rocking motion, combined with the suffocat

rate, agonizing thrashing of my limbs as the water swallowed me whole. But worst of all were the hands. Strong, familiar hands gripping my hair, ruthlessly forcing my head under the murky surface. Through the distorted, bubb

fire of *Vendetta* burning in my veins. I blinke

of false reassurance. "...we'll be out of the canyon so

hesitate.

nst the seat before she could even register the movement. With my right hand, I dr

atter. Francesca's eyes bulged in sheer terror, her hands flying to her ruined throat as a wet, gurgling sound escaped her lips. She thrashed, her polished facade

d screams vibrating against my palm. Her wide eyes darted

the engine. "She was a rat. She was driving us straight into an ambush orchestrated b

d for air, tears spilling down her pale cheeks, but she

e," I c

draped it over her cooling shoulders. My fingers were slick with her blood as I pulled my signature ruby hairpin from my own hair

e shoulders to force her to look at me. "You find a cab, or you

er. "The Seraphim? But... that's Don Damien Mor

, wiping a smear of blood from my thumb. "Tell the guards at the doo

es crunched against the gravel shoulder of the secluded highway. Through the cracked window, the roaring so

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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.”