She Died Once: Now The Mafia Kneels

I was the Mafia Princess of the Wolfe family, engaged to Daniel Marino to unite our powerful syndicates. But during a hit at a speakeasy, we were both gunned down. As my chest was torn apart by a Tommy gun, I looked at my fiancé, expecting him to reach for me. Instead, there was no despair in his eyes, only a twisted, selfish terror. We both died on that floor, but the devil sent us back to the day of my hospital discharge. Instead of finalizing our wedding, Daniel stormed into my father’s study. "I won't marry Isabella. I want Celine." He demanded to break our engagement, claiming he wouldn't be collateral damage in a Wolfe family war, and declared his true love for my sweet, orphaned adopted sister. He thought shedding me would save his life, completely unaware that the assassination was orchestrated by his precious Celine. In my past life, I didn't know she was a rat who sold our patrol routes to rivals and plotted my murder just to take my place. If I hadn't died once, I would have believed her manufactured tears and comforted her. But this time, I remembered everything. I buried the vengeful woman I had become and let my face pale as I pushed open the heavy oak doors. "Daniel? You... you want Celine?" I whispered, forcing a heartbroken tear to fall. This time, I would play the fragile victim, just so I could orchestrate their absolute ruin.

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Chapter 4

Isabella POV

The intricate silver metal of the jewelry box gleamed in the dim firelight.

The moment Eva's tear-filled eyes locked onto it, the blood drained completely from her face, leaving her a sickly, ashen white. She knew exactly what was inside. Before my father could even question Bianca's sudden intrusion, Eva let out a ragged, desperate gasp. She doubled over, a violent fit of coughing tearing through her fragile frame as if her lungs were collapsing. Her knees buckled, and she swayed dangerously toward the stone hearth.

"Eva!" My mother, Sofia, cried out. She caught the girl just before she hit the Persian rug, pulling her tightly against her chest.

The maternal panic in my mother's eyes instantly morphed into lethal annoyance as she snapped her head toward the door. "Are you blind, Bianca?" my mother hissed, her voice dripping with the icy, unforgiving authority of a Mafia Queen. "Can you not see we are dealing with family matters? Who gave you the nerve to barge in here? Take whatever that is and get out!"

Bianca froze, her dark eyes darting to me for instruction. I kept my face perfectly blank, offering no help. Eva needed to feel she had won. She needed to climb to the very top of her pedestal before I kicked it out from under her.

Gasping for air, Eva gently pushed out of my mother's protective embrace. With trembling legs, she crawled forward and threw herself directly at my father's feet.

"Don Moretti," she wept, her voice a masterpiece of breathless desperation. "My father gave his life for yours. Today, I am willing to use my marriage to defend the Moretti onore (honor). If it stops a war, if it saves this family, I will do anything."

Dante didn't miss a beat. He stepped forward and dropped to one knee beside her on the rug, taking her delicate, trembling hand in his. "I, Dante Falcone, swear before God," he declared, his dark eyes burning with a sickeningly earnest light, "that I will love only Eva for the rest of my days. I will never betray her. I beg you, Don Moretti, give us your blessing."

I watched them from the shadows, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing out loud. A vow from Dante Falcone was worth less than the dirt on my shoes. I remembered the future—I remembered how easily he had sacrificed this "true love" when the Commission offered him a taste of real power. But my father didn't know that. Don Marco's jaw clenched, his massive fists trembling at his sides. He was a man bound by the old ways, trapped between the ghost of Eva's father and the heavy weight of Dante's supposed devotion.

It was time to push my parents over the edge.

I stepped forward, letting a single, perfectly timed tear slip down my cheek. I forced a tragic, forgiving smile onto my lips, playing the part of the broken but noble Mafia Princess.

"Father... Don Moretti," I whispered, my voice thick with feigned heartbreak. "If sacrificing my betrothal is what it takes to keep the peace... I don't care about the whispers in the streets. I don't care about the humiliation. Please... grant their wish."

"Oh, my sweet girl," my mother sobbed, rushing to pull me into a crushing embrace. She stroked my hair, her heart breaking for the daughter she thought was sacrificing her own pride for the survival of the family. My father closed his eyes, a look of profound agony crossing his weathered face.

Over my mother's shoulder, I saw it. A fleeting, triumphant smirk passing between Dante and Eva. They thought they had outsmarted the Butcher of Chicago. They thought the game was over and they had won the prize.

I shifted my gaze to Bianca, who was still standing rigidly by the heavy mahogany door, the silver box clutched tightly in her hands. I gave her a single, imperceptible nod.

Bianca stepped forward, her boots clicking sharply against the hardwood floor.

"With all due respect, Don Moretti, Ma'am," Bianca's voice rang out, loud and unwavering, shattering the solemn atmosphere of the study. "You are all being deceived! Miss Isabella should not have to suffer for their lies!"

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Betrayed by his own family, Carrick Aurum Gale was left for dead. But death was only the beginning. Reborn with a powerful system, Erebus, Carrick rises from the ashes to reclaim his rightful place as the most powerful Mafia Lord. With ruthless determination and cunning strategy, he builds a new empire, the Zenith Family, and sets his sights on vengeance against those who wronged him. The streets will run red, allegiances will be tested, and the very foundations of power will be shaken. The boy who was once discarded will become the master of his own destiny. Witness the unrelenting ascent of Aurum Zenith, the Mafia Lord who will stop at nothing to claim his throne.

Action LitRPG Mafia Modern

7.6

He Faked Death, I Married The Don

7.6

I was arranging white lilies on the cold marble of my husband's grave when I saw a ghost. Walking through the cemetery gates was a man who looked exactly like my dead husband, Dante. Logic said it was his twin brother, Matteo. But a wife knows the slope of a man's shoulders. She knows the arrogant tilt of his chin. My husband hadn't been blown up in a car bomb three years ago. He had faked his death to steal his brother's rank, his fortune, and his mistress. For three years, I had forced our son, Leo, to kiss a photograph goodnight. We lived in a damp, peeling apartment, surviving on the "charity" of the Family. Meanwhile, Dante was living in a mansion, driving cars that cost more than my life, playing house with another woman. When he came to our cramped apartment to drop off the monthly "pension" money, pretending to be Uncle Matteo, he didn't look at me with love. He looked at his watch. When Leo ran to hug him, shouting "Papa," Dante peeled the boy's small arms off his expensive suit like he was removing a piece of lint. "Don't call me that," he snapped. "I am your Uncle." My grief turned into ice. He chose another woman's comfort over his own son's hunger. I grabbed Leo's hand and walked out the door. "You walk away, and you get nothing!" Dante shouted after me. "You'll be on the street!" I didn't stop. I walked straight to the black SUV idling at the curb. The window rolled down, revealing Salvatore Vitiello. The Don. The most lethal man in the city. "Get in, Elena," he commanded. I opened the door and slid onto the leather seat next to the devil himself. As we drove away, leaving my husband in the dust, I realized I had just traded a liar for a killer. And I didn't regret it for a second.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.4

His Broken Doll's Second Chance

8.4

To marry the man I loved, I held a shard of glass to my wrist and threatened my guardian, Alois Wyatt. "If you don't let me marry Erick, I will die right here." The second he reluctantly agreed, the horrifying truth of my past life slammed into me. Erick, the man I’d fought to marry, had never loved me. He’d locked me in a European asylum for three years, tortured me, and left me to die in a fiery car crash. I dropped the glass and threw myself into Alois’s arms, sobbing that it was all a joke. I begged him to take me home, swearing I'd rather die than marry Erick. But my sudden change was met with cold suspicion. To him and his friends, I was a snake playing a new, pathetic game, trying to steal his corporate secrets for my pathetic lover. The most painful part was that they were right. In my past life, I had betrayed Alois, destroyed his reputation, and left him to die a broken man, all for a monster who saw me as nothing more than a tool. But now, opening my eyes again on the very night my nightmare began, I have a second chance. This time, I will cling to the only man who ever truly protected me, and I will make Erick pay for everything he did to us.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.7

His Regret: Rise Of The Boss Lady

9.7

‼️ WARNING: Rated 18+ | Mature content What happens when a young, naive woman enters a world of guns, loyalty, and blood? She's underestimated. Used. Broken. But she returns with fire in her veins and a heart no one can control. Caught in a deadly web with three powerful men who would do anything for her, Megan is done being a pawn. Smart, witty, and ruthless, she's determined to climb the mafia ranks-no matter who she has to destroy along the way. With twins from her ex-husband and secrets closing in from all sides, revenge becomes a dangerous game. The man who betrayed her wants her back. The man who trained her wants her forever. The man obsessed with her would die for her. And her? She wants revenge.

Action Mafia Romance

7.6

NOT YOURS TO LOSE, EX-HUSBAND

7.6

My ex-husband, Reese Beaumont, sent me divorce papers on our anniversary, five years after I walked down the aisle to join him. I signed them with a red lipstick and sent them back to him, with a short note which read: "I am not going to give you the liberty of thinking you still own me." Now, one year later, he is standing in my office, the smug look in his eyes gone, and for some reason, still wearing our wedding ring. "You're still mine, Roxanne. You didn't sign the divorce papers, and you seem to forget that you're nothing without me." A soft chuckle escape my lips, right as my fake fiancé walks in, holding our one-year-old son. The son Reese never knew I was pregnant with. "Funny," I mutter. "Because I don't remember you being in control of the game." Now, he's everywhere, showing up at my gallery and outbidding my fake fiancé at my auctions. Telling the media we are on the road to reconciliation. But I am not the same woman who cried for him one year ago. I am the woman he never expected to walk out the door. And the one he'll always regret letting go.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.0

Reborn To Ruin The Mafia Don

8.0

My sister Rosalie always played the role of my gentle protector. On the night of my engagement, she insisted I take a secluded canyon road for my own safety. In my past life, I didn't know it was a deadly trap. I fell for the staged ambush and the rival mobster, Julian, who took a fake bullet to "save" me. Because of my blind trust, my entire Falcone bloodline was annihilated overnight. My father was beheaded, my brothers were gunned down, and my sweet little sister was left to die in a filthy alley. I was even brainwashed into betraying my new husband, Damien Moretti. I shot the only man who truly protected me right through the heart, just before Rosalie drowned me in a freezing lake, laughing as she confessed she was just a bastard child stealing my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very night my nightmare began. I was trapped in a penthouse, a lethal drug melting my sanity, pinned beneath Damien. But after he brutally sweat the poison out of my veins, he didn't look at me with love. He handed me a Plan B pill with a gaze full of ancient, chilling hatred. "Swallow it," he commanded, his voice a sheet of ice. He remembers. The Dark Don remembers the past life where I murdered him. But this time, I won't be a pawn. I wiped the blood of my traitorous maid from my hands, ready to drag my fake sister straight to hell.

Fantasy Mafia Modern

She Died Once: Now The Mafia Kneels

Chapter 4

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