Reborn: The Mafia Bride's Fiery Revenge

Chapter 4

Word Count: 781 | Released on: 11/05/2026

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we unlocked the door to our cramped apartment, the storm had seeped into our very bones. The old radiat

father, Arturo, slumped onto the worn sofa, his face buried in his hands. The sheer exhaustion and humiliation

ntom heat of a roaring i

's lies. I had walked into the Velasquez estate thinking I was saving my family, only to find myself locked in a gilded cage that quickly turned int

n a mafia power play ignited a dark, consuming fire in my chest. I would rather walk straight into the Romero family's S

s red-rimmed. "Elzada Velasquez is known as a pious philanthropist. It's a Capo's family. If Isabella marries her son, she'll be protected.

eight of the mafia hierarchy suffo

ree cups of hot tea, and carried them to

old girl. "If this marriage is such a monumental blessing

teacup halting halfwa

d, sitting across from them. "She wouldn't let a golden opportunit

an't speak of yo

secretly honed as my shield. "Elzada's biological son isn't a young prodigy. He's a severe drug addict who already has a bastard child with a stripper f

my mother's face. "No

dered the Capo's first wife to take her place, and right now, she is embezzling millions from the family's casinos. The original wife's eldest son, Javie

d loudly in the su

ccountant; he knew exactly what happened to the collateral damag

of my mother's illusion shatter into dust. "Grandmother and Aunt Bette are throwing m

ng reality set in. The Hobbs family didn't see her as a daughter or a sist

ing so hard a muscle ticked in his cheek. The hesitation

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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.”