Reborn To Ruin The Mafia Don

Chapter 5

Word Count: 558 | Released on: 20/04/2026

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ntirely alone with the dead. The deafening, relentless roar of the rushing river below the

in the cramped cabin. Francesca was dead weight, her body slipping awkwardly against the

I went down hard. A sharp, blinding pain shot up my left ankle, stealing the breath from my lungs. I bit down on my lip so hard

ly over the steering wheel. I adjusted my heavy wool coat over her shoulders, ensuring it draped naturally, and made sure m

melted into the freezing shadows of the dense woods. I crouche

have to w

night. Headlights slashed through the darkness as a black Cadillac swerv

. A few exaggerated gunshots rang out, echoing off the canyon walls. Then, stepp

ted hero of this narrative. He engaged in a brief, highly theatrical scuffle with his own hired *associates*. From my vantage point in th

ensive blue fabric. A calculate

his bleeding arm, his face twisting into a mask of manufactured agony and desperat

he driver's s

a masterclass in fake heartbreak. "Don'

und the stiffening, blood-soaked corpse of my traitorous maid, burying his face in

y wind biting at my cheeks, watching the Under

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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.”