Discarded Mafia Bride: My Empire Rises

ot to the faces of my family,

Don in our world. He had sworn on his father's grave to wait for me. Instead

ooked at me with co

e sneered, hiding behind

st understand the bigger picture," my father sai

needed a blood transfusion. My own parents signed the consent form t

ered to "discard the blood bag

identity my old professor offered and vanished. This time, I wouldn't

pte

ra

-year coma wasn't my name, but my death certif

unter, her expression a study in bureaucratic indifference. "Elara Bi

my tongue, the ghost of a person I no long

applicants for the death certifica

par

washed over me. I had to grip th

he continued, her voice a flat

less king carved from marble and violence, his empire built on the bones of his en

elf. The screech of tires. The sickening crunch of metal against bone. I had thro

the clerk asked, her gaz

hisper, the words tasting like as

few keys. "S

yingly familiar specter-my own. It was the face of the woman driving the car that put me

a slow, creeping cold that settled deep i

me my prison. Dante's call finally came. His voice was the same low, posse

licated. He never mentioned Sienna. He never mentioned my death certificate

he devoted Don, a man grieving his lost love, a man who kept his comatose fiancée alive

city, to the towering walls of the Moretti estate. And there, in the shadows of the garden where he had first

nna. It wa

him, a poison that only Sienna, for some mystical reason, could act as an antidote for. He showed me a thin, white scar on his wrist, a mark of

rutal truth: he had replaced me. I let him install me in the Moretti estate, not as his queen, but as a "governess" to our son, Luca. It was there

acked, didn't just s

music spilling from the windows. I walked in to find my family-my moth

Sie

e. And clinging to her leg was my son, Luca. My

Sienna, his voice lou

iece of feigned innocence. "

in Sienna's dress. Then he looked back at me, his s

but to shield Sienna. "Elara, what are you doing

alliance, Elara. You must understand the bigger p

n flesh and blood. My return wasn't

love, my son, my parents, and my

phone buzzed. It was a number I hadn't seen in years. Juli

rgency. "I heard you were back. I have a position for you, on the

ine. A

e life of the Famiglia was over. From now on, I