icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

Vengeance Of The Reborn Mafia Queen

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 577    |    Released on: Today at 16:06

na

marble of the East Wing corridor s

ath with Chiara clinging to my arm, arriving late to the morning coffee ritual. We had found Val

ner blood against the sneers of the high-ranking women. I had wanted to scream, to invo

e with manufactured terror. *"You'll start a war with t

ile feelings, leaving Valentina to be brutally slapp

e cost Valent

to "comfort" her. That night, Valentina hung herself with the silver Castillo rosary I had gifted he

ark Don for a Vendetta. When his elite Enforcers ruled it a suicide, Chiara ha

ad struck the physical blow, but it was Chiara who had slithered into that apartment and psychologically butchered a grie

ide bled through the crack, sharp and venomous.

sneered. "First a commoner Queen, and now we are expected to host her

ice rang out, trembling but fiercely defiant. "You disr

the room, followed by th

po's wife like that?" Elmira's voice

r Capo's wife, murmured nervously, trying to de-

bsolute disdain. "She broke the hierarchy. Drag her out to the corridor. Let t

e doors swung o

ing her onto the freezing marble. Elmira and Isabella stepped out beh

wasn't here to dig h

my eyes locked on Elmira as the Enf

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
Vengeance Of The Reborn Mafia Queen
Vengeance Of The Reborn Mafia Queen
“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.”