Broken Vows: The Mafia Princess Strikes Back

Chapter 6

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y let out a pained shriek as the op

. But then his eyes met Drake's. The look in Drake's eyes was not a threat; it

me. The screaming, the crying, the path

my voice low. "This

subtle hand signal to one of the Um

art of the Griffin's gaudy furniture set. It was carved from dark, almost black wood, upholstered in ri

e room, facing the sofa where the Griffins huddl

ts back for a moment. Then he turned to me, his

ry step. The rustle of my silk dress was the only sound.

guest in their home. I was not an equal in a dispu

exquisite. To be made prisoners in their own home, forced to watc

ted my chin slightly, a

hauled the struggling, weeping Bobby across the expensive Pers

p perfume, her designer dress wrinkled and askew.

bag in hand, his face an impassive

ind finally snapped. A fresh wave of terror propelled h

ace, her eyes locking on Jerre

Please! I don't wan

But it was fleeting. His mother's betrayal, Drake's presence, my cold autho

k of hope in Bobby's eyes died, r

no pity. No triumph. Just a cold, clean sense of order being restor

he carved armrest of the chair. Tap. Tap. Tap. A m

He looked up at the two Umbra agen

to the floor, the other secured her thrashing

anded fish, a stream of incoheren

ad away, unable to wat

movable mountain. His presence was a blanket of absol

ent out of her. She went limp, her body on the

re resistance as Dr. Wallace

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“I was supposed to marry Jerrell Griffin, securing an alliance between our wealthy families. But today, his mother threw a hospital report in my face, aggressively accusing me of murder. His fragile mistress, Bobby, sobbed in his arms, claiming I had viciously caused her miscarriage so I could keep my position as his fiancée. "Look at what you've done! You vicious, evil woman!" His mother shrieked, while Jerrell looked at me with absolute disgust, demanding I apologize to his mistress. The scene was a horrifyingly perfect replica of my nightmare. In that past life, these exact fake accusations had utterly destroyed me. I was abandoned by my family, publicly disgraced, and eventually died alone in a freezing, dark alley while they celebrated their twisted victory. They wanted to frame me again, expecting me to crumble and beg under the weight of a phantom grandchild. They thought I was just a pampered, helpless girl they could easily manipulate to elevate a lying mistress. But they forgot one crucial detail. I am Isabella Valeriano, the Princess of the Chicago Outfit. Instead of crying, I smiled coldly, picked up my phone, and called in my family's most feared enforcers. "Activate the Purification Protocol." This time, I wasn't just going to expose her fake pregnancy and cancel the wedding. I was going to erase the Griffin name from this city forever.”