Reborn: The Mafia Bride's Fiery Revenge

Chapter 3

Word Count: 842 | Released on: 11/05/2026

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t, meeting Hertha Hobbs's calculating stare. The disgust in the Matriarch's eyes had vanished, replaced by a cold, predatory gleam. She had realized I w

ssion softened into a mask of

e smooth like poisoned honey. "But perhaps that fire can be pu

ed by the sudden shift. "

utilize my connections to secure her a proper match. Elzada Velasquez, the wife of the Velasquez Capo,

, who had spent her life scraping by on my father's meager accounting wages,

of that "generous" offer. It wasn't a marriage; it was a death sentence. They needed a disposable girl with no backing to cover up th

ox-stiffened face twisting into a conspiratorial smile. S

ily's Selection Gala coming up. But we can easily handle that. Isabella can simply feign a severe illness on th

ough the parlor

ered. "What did you say,

n. It is a violation of *The Supremacy of Loyalty*." I locked eyes with Bette, letting the ice in my veins bleed into my words. "If the Romero Enforcers discover the lie-and they always do-t

tense of elegance. "You think you're too good for a Capo's son? You're just hoping to flaunt that Sire

p her father's head attached t

The Matriarch rose from her chair, her frail frame vibrating

ing my trembling mother. "Your husband, Arturo, is a disposable pawn, Annabel! He is dirt bene

t understand-" Annabel sobb

"Go back to your pathetic husband in the slums. You have until the end of the week to give me the *correct* answer regardin

focating air, a guillotine po

atriarch's wrath. I didn't say another word. I simply grabbed my mother'

The wind howled, tearing at our thin coats, but the cold was nothing compared to the storm brewing ins

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Reborn: The Mafia Bride's Fiery Revenge

Ty Lyle Mafia

“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.”