Vengeance Of The Reborn Mafia Queen

Chapter 4

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old, sharp command that sliced throu

I didn't wait for her to process the interruption. My heels clicked against the marble as I close

pure venom. Beside her, Isabella scoffed, wh

ruelty beneath. "Or are you so eager to break the family's hierarchy for a lowly So

s, my eyes dead and hollow. I had died with a wire around

r that echoed off the stone walls. "But do you dare to strike me, Elmira? Guess what kind of

rk Don's possessive, bloodthirsty nature paralyzed her. She knew Dante wou

cked open. Greta, Elder Adeline's high-ranking maid, stepped out with a perfe

de with a mixture of absolute shock and a profound, desperate gratitude. I gave her a subtle nod

der Adeline Castillo sat on her velvet armchair like a queen holding court. She was a

r, Elmira?" Adeline asked, sipping from

gerating Valentina's disrespect an

ute favor now. Even as an Elder, it is not my place to intervene. I suppose those of

r agreements, lamenting how their ancient bloodlines were losing to a commoner's pillow tal

terrified me into submission. Now, it was just pathetic. Their coordinated venom was nothing but the

oon down. The sharp c

tead, I turned to my loyal ma

ina*," Rosa re

ter Suite," I ordered, my voice loud and clear. "As for Chiara, have her belongings m

less silence fell

a is your own flesh and blood! You would banish your sister to the slums w

a slow, deliberate sip before me

y eyes. "Besides my Don, I simply don't want to hear anyone else breathing near my

peechless. They stared at me as if I had lost my mind, hor

ant. I preferred their fea

e skirt of my dress. "En

rble. It was time to head back to the Master Suite balcony. My treacherous sister wa

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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.”