Rebirth Of A Mafia Heiress

Betrayed and murdered by her own family, a mafia heiress is granted a second chance at life through rebirth. Returning to the past with her memories intact, she vows to dismantle the treacherous organization that destroyed her. To succeed, she must navigate a dangerous world of crime while forging an unexpected alliance with a powerful man. Driven by vengeance, she seeks to reclaim her legacy and find love amidst the rising shadows.

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A smile appeared on her face as she waited for the pain.

THUD!

As her body collided with the ground, Amira suddenly gasped and woke up from the bed.

She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and stared at her hands in disbelief.

She clearly died from the fall and could still feel some lingering pain in her bones. How could she be completely fine now?.

Wait a minute.

She looked around and found that the room looked familiar. The old bookshelf, the broken window, the old bedbug-infested bed—this was her home in the small village where she lived with her grandpa.

She quickly ran out of the room, not caring if she was dreaming or not. She went to the sitting room, but her grandpa wasn't there.

“Amira, you finally woke up.” Sima said while smiling at her sweetly.

Amira found the smile really creepy, as this aunt never liked her, nor does she care if she dies from starvation.

She ignores her aunt and walks up to the calendar on the wall.

“Umm, Aunt Sima, what is today's date?” She asked.

“What! Has your grandpa's death made you lose your mind?” It's just three days after your grandpa's death,” she asked with a sarcastic tone.

Three days after grandpa's death?

How is this possible?

Grandpa died in 2015, when I was just eighteen years old.

This means I came from seven years ago, in 2022.

God must have seen all my suffering and given me another chance to live my best life.

“What is wrong with her?” Edward asked his wife as soon as he saw Amira's weird behavior.

“I don't know; she is acting weird,” she replied without bothering to raise her head.

Their discussion brought Amira back from her thoughts.

“Mom, she is leaving tomorrow, right?” Lisa asked.

"Yes, sweetie, her father is coming to take her back to the city, Sima replied to her daughter.

“I want her room, dad,” Lisa said while looking at her dad.

“In your dreams,” Amira replied before her uncle.

“What do you mean by that? Your grandpa died, and you are going back to the city to live with your family. Do you expect us to continue paying rent for our little apartment and leave this house empty?” Sima said it angrily while glaring at Amira.

“Someone that hears you now will think you actually killed your father-in-law,” Amira sneered.

“What has gotten into you? Is that how you talk to your elders?” Edward asked with anger evident in his tone.

“I was just stating my observations and nothing more,” she replied without even raising her head.

She turns and heads back to her room. The couple share a puzzled look.

“Did you notice the coldness in her eyes?”

She used to be so easy to manipulate and gullible, but now she seems like a totally different person,” Sima said with a puzzled expression.

“She is leaving tomorrow, and that is all that matters,” Edward said without much expression on his face.

The next morning, as early as 7 a.m., Amira was awakened by the sounds of knocking on her room door.

“What took you so long to open the door?” Sima asked angrily as soon as the door was opened.

“I don't remember asking you to wake me,” Amira replied impatiently.

“Am I not doing this for your own good? I know you don't have any presentable clothes, so I brought one of Lisa's gowns for you to wear, and you are being ungrateful." Sima said as she threw the dress at her angrily and walked away.

Two hours later, Amira walked down the stairs with a little suitcase. She takes her grandpa's photo frame from the sitting room cabinet and walks out the door.

“Please drive carefully; our Mira gets scared easily,” Sima said while sharing a few crocodile tears.

“I will miss my sister so much,” Lisa said, joining her mother's drama.

“Don't you feel ashamed of yourself; even a blind man can tell that you are pretending,” Amira said with a sneer and got into the car.

As soon as the car left her grandpa's compound, she could feel the driver's eyes on her, but she acted like she didn't notice.

She remembers him very well. He was the same driver who also came to pick her up in her previous life. One of her stepmother's loyal servants.

The driver suddenly changes routes and takes a lonely and secluded road. In her previous life, this was the same road where she was kidnapped and almost raped.

The driver slowed down and continually checked his phone as if he were waiting for a signal.

“What…what are you doing, Miss?” the driver asked in fear as Amira suddenly placed a fruit knife on his neck.

“Start talking!” Amira ordered while pressing the knife on his neck, which caused him to start bleeding.

“I don't understand what you mean,” the driver replied with fear in his eyes.

“I can kill you right now, and no one will suspect a thing. So you better start talking, "she threatened.

“It was madam who asked me to take you here and wait for a signal from the people she hired. I don't know anything else,” he said with a fearful and pleading voice.

“It seems like my stepmother never intended to welcome me." She chuckled.

“I can turn the car around and take you home. Please just put the knife down,” the driver pleaded.

“There is no guarantee that you won't report to my stepmother if I let you go, so...” She immediately slits throat and watched coldly until he took his last breath.

She gets out of the car and takes her suitcase from the booth. She started walking back to the original road.

Suddenly, several sounds of gunshots rang out on the quiet road. Amira follows the sound to see what is going on. She is shocked when she sees several armed men continually shooting at a car with tinted windows. They seem to be more focused on the driver's side. They stopped when they were sure that the victim wouldn't survive.

As soon as they left, she walked up to the car, a Mercedes-Benz C300. She finds a stone to break the driver's side window. The driver, with more than ten bullet holes in his body, came into view. He was clearly dead already, as no one can survive after being shot several times, with some of the bullets hitting some vital parts.

While still observing the driver's condition, she suddenly felt chills run down her spine, and she raised her head to look at the back seat, only to meet a pair of cold blue eyes staring at her wearily.

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Adventure Mafia Romance

9.5

Discarded Wife: The Shadow Strategist Returns

9.5

I stood in the center of the ballroom, watching my husband accept credit for the massacre I had meticulously planned. To the underworld, Craig Snyder was the King, a strategic genius who had crippled the Russian mafia. To me, he was the man who had just re-gifted my anniversary present—a Patek Philippe watch—to match the diamond bracelet dangling from his mistress’s wrist. The Senator’s daughter, Chanel, laughed at a joke only he could hear, wearing a red dress and a look of naive adoration that used to be mine. When I confronted him, expecting an apology, Craig didn't just dismiss me. He slapped me across the face in front of the city's elite, the sound echoing like a gunshot. He yanked the wedding ring off my finger, drawing blood, and placed it into Chanel’s palm, calling me a hysterical, barren relic. Later, I found the forged documents. He had signed my name to transfer every asset we built together into his sole possession, leaving me with nothing but a hush-money check. He thought I was just a scorned wife. He forgot that I was the architect of his empire. So, I drove my car off a bridge. I let the world believe I was dead. I let him mourn the woman he destroyed while I watched from the shadows, erasing his existence from my accounts. Six months later, at the Global Crime Summit, Craig stood up with a diamond ring, ready to beg my memory for forgiveness. But the doors opened, and I didn't walk in alone. I walked onto the stage holding the hand of his deadliest rival, Felix Tyson. I wasn't there to take him back. I was there to take his kingdom.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.7

He Saw Her, Not His Wife

8.7

My husband of three years, tech mogul Harrison Lang, has severe face blindness. So I became a brand, not a wife, wearing only blue and Chanel No. 5 so he could recognize me. But at a party in Cannes, I watched him walk through a crowd of hundreds and embrace his mistress, Kassie, with a look of pure joy. He saw her instantly. Later that night, I was mistakenly arrested. I screamed his name for help. He looked right at me and told the police, "I don't know her." He left me to rot in a French jail cell, claiming he didn't recognize me without my "uniform." But how could he see her in a gold dress, yet not his own wife being dragged away? It wasn't his illness; it was his heart. It had learned her face, but never bothered with mine. Now, years later, he' s had me arrested again at my own art show. But as the cuffs click shut, an old fire captain steps forward. "I was at the wildfire that caused his condition," he tells the police, looking at Harrison. "And I know the girl who saved his life." Then, he points directly at me-at the star-shaped scar on my wrist.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.6

I Unknowingly Stole The Mafia Don's Daughter

9.6

Dante, a high-ranking mafia figure, discovers that his daughter has been missing. Meanwhile, an unsuspecting man finds himself caring for a lost little girl, unaware of her dangerous lineage. As he bonds with the child, he inadvertently draws the attention of the city's most feared criminal organization. Caught in a web of underground politics and sudden fatherhood, he must navigate a deadly world where a simple act of kindness leads to a life-threatening romance.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.6

Just A Substitute: The Wife He Failed

7.6

At the family dinner, the waiter stumbled, sending a tray of boiling onion soup flying toward the table. My husband, Marcus, moved instantly. But not for me. He threw his body over my cousin Chloe, shielding her completely in his arms. I was left exposed. The scalding liquid hit my chest and arm, burning my skin instantly. While I screamed in agony on the floor, Marcus was frantically checking Chloe for scratches, whispering, "Thank God it missed you. You are more important than her. Always." In the hospital, he handed me a check for fifty thousand dollars. "It was an instinct," he said, avoiding my eyes. "Don't make a scene." He didn't notice my hollow expression. He didn't ask why the doctors were looking at him with pity. And he certainly didn't know that the shock and trauma had caused me to miscarry our six-week-old baby. For four years, I had been his perfect doll. I dressed like Chloe, painted like Chloe, and waited for him to love me. I thought I was his wife. I didn't realize I was just a placeholder until he sacrificed our child to save his true love from a splash of soup. When he left to comfort Chloe again, I pulled the IV from my arm. I placed the signed divorce papers on the bedside table. Underneath them, I left the medical report confirming the miscarriage of his child. Then, I vanished.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.1

Reborn To Ruin: The Mafia Queen's Revenge

9.1

I spent twenty-one years trying to be the perfect Mafia Princess, treating my illegitimate sister, Mia, with nothing but grace. That kindness is exactly what got me killed. My husband, Luca, didn't take me on a honeymoon. He dragged me into the soundproof basement of our estate. Mia was there, too. Not to help me, but to gloat. She laughed as she admitted to poisoning our mother with arsenic, watching with glee as Luca brought a serrated knife to my chest. "You were always too soft, Sera," he sneered, carving through my skin while I begged for mercy. I died in that cold, dark room, choking on my own blood and the bitter taste of betrayal. But I didn't stay dead. I woke up gasping for air, clutching a chest that was smooth and unscarred. The calendar on my nightstand read May 12, 2018. It was five years ago. The very morning I was scheduled to sign the marriage contract that would seal my fate. I looked at the paper on the vanity. In my last life, I signed it with a trembling hand. This time, I flicked open my silver Zippo and watched the flames eat Luca's name. I didn't pack a dress. I packed a pistol and a stack of cash. I was going to Las Vegas. There was only one man dangerous enough to help me destroy the New York families. I walked into the underground fight club, locked eyes with the deadliest man in the room, and smiled. "Dante Cavallaro," I said. "I'm here to make you a King."

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