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Broken Vows: The Mafia Princess Strikes Back

Broken Vows: The Mafia Princess Strikes Back

Author: Breeze
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1041    |    Released on: 08/07/2026

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arble coffee table should have shattered

what you'

ice thin and sharp enough to cut glass. Her manicured finger, trembling with

woman! You made Bob

ome in a bland, predictable way, was twisted with disgust. He looked

ittle gasps, was Bobby Little-his mistress, the woman

look at t

poplectic face, over Jerrell's co

tical. A perfect,

ready lived this

They had branded me a monster, broken the engagement, and cast me out. My own family disowned me to save their business ties.

ossibly, I had o

body, before the wedding, before the accusatio

ot a second chance to endure. Th

spine, but I didn'

room, the same faces. But this time, I wasn't the screaming, pleadin

ike before

y steady, cutting through Margaret'

. "Margaret, as far as I am aware, the only legitimate

r, a slap more resoundin

d rushed to her face, turning it a

epping forward. "Don't you dar

t a sliver of something akin to pity. He was a fool.

y head. "Jerrell, are yo

"Jerrell," she whimpered, pressing her face i

d around my legs. It was a dress I'd bought for a celebration that would now ne

window, my back to them. The manicured gardens of the Griffin estate stre

g with an authority I hadn't known I pos

audacity to call this a farce? Is this ho

My brown eyes, which people often called w

No. Today, I'll teach yo

, but I was faster. My movement was fluid, practiced-the muscle memory of a woman who had alr

number fr

he first ring. No gr

ame and felt the ghost

er cold eyes and the way she moved like a shadow given

trument of absolute control. And such instruments

cation Protocol.' I n

dismantled falsehoods with medical precision and buried scandals before they could bre

aced the phone on the t

a, crossing my legs at the ankle. A qu

her. Their shock was a palpable thing, a

cise and deliberate, "as of this moment, the engagement betwee

ropped. "What?

voice. "This marriage is not for you to

h escaped my lips. It w

toward Bobby, who was still trying

ening into something sharp and unforgiving, "perhaps we should first

body wen

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Broken Vows: The Mafia Princess Strikes Back
Broken Vows: The Mafia Princess Strikes Back
“I died once. Betrayed. Broken. Left to bleed out in a cold alley with no one to close my eyes. But I woke up. Back in my own body. Before the wedding. Before the lies. Before they destroyed me. This time, when my fiancé's mistress screams that I pushed her down the stairs and killed her baby-I don't beg. I don't cry. I smile. Because I remember everything. And now I know exactly who I am. I am Isabella Valeriano. the Princess of the Chicago. And the weapon they tried to bury is now aimed straight at their throats. I summon my father's deadliest operative. I order the family doctor to examine the "grieving" mistress. And when her fake pregnancy shatters under cold clinical proof, I don't just walk away-I take everything. The engagement? Terminated. The Griffin empire? Crippled. The man who chose a liar over me? On his knees, pen in hand, signing away his family's future. They wanted a scapegoat. They got a queen. My own brother shows up to challenge me, jealous and desperate. Let him. Power isn't given. It's taken. And I've already died once for being weak. Never again. They framed me. They shamed me. They thought I'd break. Now they'll learn what happens when a Valeriano fights back. I am Isabella Valeriano. And this time, I hold all the cards.”