Vengeance Of The Reborn Mafia Queen

Author: Cascade

Chapter 1

Word Count: 555 | Released on: Today at 16:06

to my throat, a line of

ring through my dying mind. As I choked on my own blood in the damp, metallic-smellin

ming in his playroom. *"I don't want a weak commoner

finger at me. *"She forced me to lie to the Don. She wanted to kill Matteo."* My desperate plot to assassinate Dante's eldest son-a seed of

cells, claiming Leo had been shot in a crossfire. Instead of my blee

*"You never deserved him, Siena. You never deserved the crown,"* she hisse

s. Leo. My ten-year-old son stood there, watching his mother bein

med into the suffocating dark, *I will c

lungs screa

nds clawing at a throat that was no longer bleeding

s, my voice raw with pure, unadulterated hatred. "C

d down on my shoulder, pinning me to the

a. Wa

nded absolute obedience. My eyes snapped open, m

he Master Suite. The heavy velvet curtains blocked out the city

over me was D

tress lines that would later age him were gone, and his s

nly five months old, sleeping safely in the nursery down the hall. And tomorrow, my treacherous

His dark, predatory eyes were narrowed into dangerous slits, ana

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“I was the Mafia Queen of the Castillo family, but I died like a dog in the damp underground interrogation room. My sweet, fragile sister Chiara lured me into the cells, only to wrap a garrote wire tightly around my throat. As the wire sliced into my windpipe and I choked on my own blood, a small figure stepped out of the shadows. It was my ten-year-old son, Leo. He watched his mother being strangled to death with cold, dead eyes, his past words echoing in my dying mind. "I don't want a weak commoner for a mother! I wish Aunt Chiara gave birth to me!" Chiara pulled the wire tighter, her mask of innocence melting into a grotesque, triumphant sneer. "You never deserved him, Siena. You never deserved the crown." I died in pure, suffocating agony, my soul screaming into the dark that if there was a next life, I would carve the flesh from their bones. Then, I jolted awake, my lungs gasping for air against expensive silk sheets. I wasn't in the bloody cells. I was in the luxurious Master Suite, and hovering over me was my ruthless husband, the Dark Don, Dante Castillo. I had been reborn. Leo was only a five-month-old baby sleeping down the hall, and tomorrow, my treacherous sister would arrive at the estate begging for sanctuary. This time, I won't play the weak, forgiving sister. I will make them beg for death.”