Vengeance Of The Reborn Mafia Queen

Chapter 5

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as I looked down at the sprawling estate courtyard. Below me, a

exactly as I remembered-fragile, wide-eyed, and dressed in

gner luggage, Gia, my foolish Associate maid, practica

bags. "Look at your elegance! Not even Elder Adeline's daughter, the high-and-mighty Princess Kaleigh, has such an aura. Wi

mily, a lowly Associate openly disrespecting an Elder's ancient bloodline was a death sentence. Chiara forced a stiff s

r mask slipped for a fraction of a second. Behind her terrified, teary eyes, I s

er a cold,

ar Estate Guards stepped forward to c

. My loyal maid stepped out of the heavy oak

cinity heard her. "Lady Chiara is forbidden from entering the main house. Her quarters have been reassigned

epped back. Chiara froze, her fragile facade s

this a path

o a malicious sneer. "Thrown out with the trash already? It seems our Queen fi

per I knew from my past life hissed. "Watch your mouth, Isabell

n the "sweet" girl's eyes. Realizing her mistake, Chiara immedi

wd could hear. "Siena... she hasn't been well. Her mind is so fragile, so parano

ological manipulation, painting me as a tyrannical, unstable

ind and descended the sweeping ma

en I found my path blocked. Elder Adeline, Elmira, and I

fury. "Banishing your own flesh and blood to the slums? You are turning the Castillo family int

irl dumped in my husband's terri

replied, my voice echoing coldly in the foyer. "Isn't that what you preached this morn

ke on. Then, Elmira stepped forward, her face s

ent peacemaker. "If the Queen's nerves are too frayed to host her own siste

Castillo nobility, Elmira. Though I fear our Queen will

er, acquiring a vulnerable pawn to groom and use against me. She

mira," I said softly, my

already drifting back to the last time Elmira had

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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.”