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.”