Reborn: The Mafia Bride's Fiery Revenge

Chapter 5

Word Count: 872 | Released on: 11/05/2026

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he deafening silence that had fallen over my parents. My father, Arturo, stared at the peeling wallp

nsure they never looked back at the Hobbs family

painted a severe drug addict as a prince. She knew exactly what Elzada Velasquez's son was. She knew they needed a disposable girl from the slums to act

humiliation and Bette's venomous sneers, believing that her subservience would eventually earn us a sliver of protection. Realizing that her own family viewed

s wrapping around her trembling frame. When he looked up at me, the subservient posture of

know how to hide money, and I know how to survive. We don't need Dolphus Hobbs' table scraps to live." He tightened his grip on my

hardening into something I had never seen before-courage. Sh

ng but absolute. "Even if it means we have to face the Romero family's Selection Ga

he hardest battle-saving my parents f

ing her hand before stepping bac

nd comfort in each other. The hallway was dim and freezing, th

ld sister was clutching her worn stuffed bear, her large, dark eyes wide with a ma

ging myself to her eye level. "

rce. "I'm going to learn how to shoot," she whispered, her voice deadly serious. "I'm going to grow up fast, and I'

fierce protectiveness in her vow struck a c

ing up to smooth her messy hair. "You don'

ch of gasoline and mold filled my nostrils. I felt the blistering, agonizing heat of the underground cell at the Velasquez estate

ed on

ash in that gilded cage, weeping for a mother who had already died o

he hallway. The gentle sister Abby was hugging was a

ess Capos gather. I would walk into the heart of the Romero estate, and I wou

as the only law

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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.”