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Reborn: The Mafia Bride's Fiery Revenge

Reborn: The Mafia Bride's Fiery Revenge

Author: Ty Lyle
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 705    |    Released on: 11/05/2026

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in the narrow doorway, a cruel smirk playing on her lips as she balanced a tray of moldy scraps. Even down here, buried in the damp

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alice she inherited from her mistress, Kiana Velasquez. "Don Javier is marr

ir, had used me as a pathetic shield to blind his stepmother, Elzada, parading his mistresses while leaving me to rot in the forgotten wing. When he finally seized the titl

d Princess Kiana wanted you to know a little secret... your mother, Annabel? She received your 'belongings' a few we

er is

soul. Helaine tossed the tray onto the filthy floor and lo

he fragile hope of seeing my mother and my little sister, Abby, again. I had endured the unendurable jus

nly a hollow, bottomless void demanding o

liquor were stacked-forgotten contraband from Javier's early days. My fingers, bruised and trembling, f

nch of alcohol flooded the cramped space, soaking into t

" I whispered, my voice a

re against a damp meta

alcohol in a hungry frenzy. The fire crawled up the walls, feeding on the dry rot and shooting

et Kiana and Helaine scream as the floorboards melt beneath their de

or, pulling my knees to my chest as the inferno raged around me. The heat wa

cked closer, threatening to consume me entirely, the agonizing heat paradoxically began

rom the agony of the present, drifted back to the coldest day of my life. Three years ago. Standing ou

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Reborn: The Mafia Bride's Fiery Revenge
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“I was only fifteen when my venomous family orchestrated my doom by forcing me into an arranged marriage with mafia heir Javier Velasquez. On our wedding night, Javier paraded strippers into our suite to show his absolute contempt, turning me into the ultimate joke of the underworld overnight. But being a joke was a luxury compared to what came next. Three years later, Javier needed to be a widower to marry into a heavily armed family and secure their backing for a coup. He didn't grant me the mercy of a bullet. Instead, he dragged me to an abandoned underground safehouse, locked me in the damp, rotting dark, and told the world I had been assassinated. For six months, I starved in that dungeon, surviving only on the desperate hope that my family was safe. Then, on the day of his lavish new wedding, a cruel maid kicked a plate of spoiled food onto my floor and delivered the final, fatal blow. "Annabel is dead. Pined away and died of a broken heart two weeks ago." My gentle mother was dead, all because she actually believed his lie about my tragic murder. Driven by pure agony and an all-consuming hatred, I shattered crates of smuggled chemical solvents and struck a match, letting the roaring inferno turn their bloody wedding into my funeral pyre. I thought the fire was the end. But when I opened my eyes, the suffocating smoke vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a Long Island winter. I was standing in the snow, back on the exact day my descent into hell began. This time, the terrified girl was dead, and I would use their own ruthless rules to tear their empire apart.”