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Rising From Shadows: True Mafia Bride

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 879    |    Released on: 20/05/2026

g open before Camilla c

sion and returning the telephone to my c

ng grace, each step eating up the d

e mahogany table; it landed with a sha

t," he

act, a formal offer of one million dollars and a luxury pent

ven read Clause Seven?" I asked, my

elope," he growled.

dow falling over me and plunging

cologne and the faint, m

vive a war with my Family," he warned, his voice a low

nish. Or I will make sure y

apped the screen, and held t

ated. "This is my reality. Not

ore and Camilla on a yacht; he was kissing her c

ces. My gaze locked onto the necklace

in tarnished gold. It was my mother's necklac

poured through my veins,

ce?" I demanded, my pulse begi

back slightly. "She inherited it from

Atlantic City," I countered, my tone sharp with disdain. "She died with a mount

s possessive fury flared, and the air in the room se

ng. "You are so consumed by jealousy that you

corridor. The door was thrown open, not by a guard, bu

with artfully placed tears coursing down her perfectly contoured face. And resting against her collarbon

burying her face in his chest. "I was so scared. My father's

nd her, his glare fixed on me over her

to look at me. Where Salvatore

mous glare and mou

vatore said softly to Camilla. "St

and stepped out of the room,

ared into the hallway, Camill

culously dry cheek

my hand. Boss Pietro is arriving right now. H

ng a perfectly manicured fingernail

ce is nothing but a nuisance. Sign it

esigner clutch to pull

e tears had not disturbed her mascara, before snapp

cially erases you from this Syndicate," she whisper

a Russo, Penelope. Because

ack toward the door, abandoning me

reach my eyes. I knew the truth about her fragile dominion

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Rising From Shadows: True Mafia Bride
Rising From Shadows: True Mafia Bride
“I stood at the altar with the most ruthless mafia boss in New York, Salvatore Romano. But when he lifted my wedding veil, his eyes filled with pure murderous intent. He realized I was not the woman he loved. My own father stepped forward and publicly declared me a deranged imposter, claiming my half-sister Camilla was the true bride. I was dragged away, locked in a holding room, and threatened with a bullet to the head. My father slapped me across the face, ordering me to take a hush-money check and sign away my birthright. Meanwhile, Camilla gloated in front of me, wearing my dead mother's antique ruby necklace. She had stolen my identity, my tragic childhood scars, and my position, feeding Salvatore a fabricated fairy tale that he swallowed completely. For twenty years, I survived the bloody streets of Chicago alone while they pampered a fraud. It was pathetic how the supposedly terrifying Don was entirely blind to the fact that his beloved fake bride was secretly embezzling millions to fund his worst enemy. When the truth finally came to light and Salvatore desperately begged me to take the crown as his true wife, I just smiled. "I have no interest in the Romano billions." I didn't come here to marry him. I came to burn their entire empire to the ground.”