Too Late For Regret: The Exiled Mafia Princess

Author: Call Me Cutie

Chapter 1

Word Count: 651 | Released on: 22/06/2026

rone, his first official d

and threw me barefoot in

my shoulders. My own aunt rolled up her car wind

iled down at me as the hea

ight, it will save the syndic

forced into hiding, washing dishes

me from the traitors who massacred my father

h was far mo

red in a flooded subterranean cell. He heard his scr

kicked down the diner doors to

rabbed a blade, and prepared to tea

pte

nna

snow soaked through m

e wasn't the Don yet-not officially. The ceremony was still hours away. But the Commission

el, lighting a candle for my father's soul

ence at the east gate," one of them

n. I thought it was a formality. Some ritual before the

On the balco

rigid air as he read from a thick, leather-bound folder. Treason.

stop this. Waiting for him to descend thos

dn't

ard. My face slammed into the icy pavement. The rough stone

what else could I say? There was no Don yet. There

ribs, sending me sprawling t

omed stilettos. Valeria smiled down at me, wrapped in Angelo's old leathe

sacrifice to prove Angelo has no lingering loyalties to Enzo's

e snow, inches from

e," I said. "Let h

waver. "He already did.

guards. The massive iron ga

hold just before they slammed together.

t the rough brick wall, c

ned his back and walked in

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“But the day he took the throne, his first official decree was my absolute ruin. He stripped me of my name and threw me barefoot into a brutal winter storm. The men who used to bow to me ripped my coat from my shoulders. My own aunt rolled up her car window as I dragged my bleeding feet through the slush. His ambitious new queen smiled down at me as the heavy iron gates slammed shut. "If she doesn't survive the night, it will save the syndicate a great deal of trouble." Hunted by my own bloodline, I was forced into hiding, washing dishes in a greasy diner just to survive. For years, I told myself he did it to protect me from the traitors who massacred my father's crew. I thought he was playing a long game. But the truth was far more monstrous. He knew my father was still alive, chained and tortured in a flooded subterranean cell. He heard his screams and chose his gilded crown over my father's life. When his elite enforcers finally kicked down the diner doors to silence me for good, I didn't run. I wiped the grease from my hands, grabbed a blade, and prepared to tear their entire empire to the ground.”