Reborn From Ashes: The Mafia Bride's Revenge
I was the daughter of a loyal Mafia Capo, arranged to marry the Underboss of the Moretti family. But I gave my heart to his brother, Marco, who promised to break the betrothal and protect me.
When I went into premature labor in a freezing, abandoned warehouse, Marco didn't come to save me. He sent my cousin, Caitlin.
With a mocking smile, she told me Marco despised my "filthy Irish blood" and that my pregnancy was just a temporary amusement.
Then, she pulled out a hunting knife.
She pinned me down, sliced my abdomen open, and smothered my newborn baby right in front of my eyes.
"He agreed that this inconvenience needs to be removed," she whispered.
She revealed that she and Marco had orchestrated my father's murder to secure Mafia shipping routes. Then, she casually knocked over a kerosene lantern, locking the heavy metal door to let me and my dead child burn to ash.
While they headed to a high-society gala to celebrate my "accidental" death and their new power, I lay in the roaring flames.
As the fire blistered my skin and I held my baby's lifeless body, my suffocating despair froze into a razor-sharp rage. My entire life, my family, and my love had been built on their calculated lies.
But they made one fatal mistake. I didn't die in that inferno.
I dragged my ruined body out of the ashes, wrapped myself in a blood-soaked coat, and walked straight into their celebration banquet to become their goddamn reckoning.
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Chapter 1
Isabella POV
The cold of the abandoned North Wing room seeped into my bones, but it was nothing compared to the hollow ache in my womb. I lay on the bare iron bed, shivering, the metallic scent of my own blood thick in the freezing Chicago air. I had lost the baby. My only leverage in this cursed Moretti alliance was gone.
The heavy door creaked open. Caitlin stepped in, her emerald dress a stark contrast to the peeling wallpaper and the dust.
"Get out," I rasped, clutching my stomach. "When Marco finds out you're here, he'll kill you. This was his heir."
Caitlin threw her head back and laughed, a sharp, grating sound that echoed in the empty room. "His heir? Oh, Bella, you stupid, naive little canary. Marco never touched you."
I froze, the chill in the room suddenly feeling absolute. "What?"
"He despises your filthy Irish blood," she sneered, stepping closer to the bed. "The drugged wine, the dark room, the 'accident' on the stairs tonight? All Marco's design. He needed a legitimate reason to discard you for a better alliance."
My breath hitched. If Marco hadn't touched me that night in the dark... who had? A phantom memory of calloused hands, a suffocatingly dominant presence, and the faint scent of expensive cologne and cigars flashed through my mind.
Before I could process the horrifying truth, Caitlin leaned over me. "But I am carrying his true heir," she whispered maliciously. "And Marco agreed that to purify the bloodline, we needed a little sacrifice. A Sicilian tradition."
With a flick of her wrist, a silver stiletto dagger flashed in the dim light. Before I could react, she drove the blade straight through the back of my left hand, pinning it deep into the mattress.
A raw, guttural scream tore from my throat.
Caitlin merely smiled, walking over to the bloody basin beside the bed. She dipped her fingers into the dark red water—the remnants of my unborn child—and flicked it onto the floor with utter disgust. "Dirty blood."
A heavy knock echoed from the hallway. A Moretti soldier’s voice filtered through the thick wood. "Miss Caitlin. The Carson cleansing is complete. The strongholds are burned, the core members executed. Mr. Marco requests your presence at the celebration dinner."
The words hit me harder than the blade in my hand. *Cleansing. Executed. Celebration.*
My family. My father's legacy. Gone.
Caitlin leaned in close, her breath hot against my tear-stained cheek. "You see, Bella? You killed them. Your uselessness dragged the whole Carson family to hell."
She turned on her heel, her shoes clicking against the floorboards. The door slammed shut, and the heavy deadbolt slid into place.
I was left alone in the dark. The tears stopped. The agonizing grief that had been suffocating me suddenly crystallized into something else. Something cold, sharp, and absolute.
Within minutes, the smell of smoke overpowered the scent of blood. Orange light flickered beneath the door crack. They weren't just leaving me to bleed out; they were burning the North Wing to the ground to erase their sins.
The heat grew unbearable, the thick smoke burning my lungs. I looked at my pinned hand. If I was going to die, I would not die a victim.
Gritting my teeth, I wrapped my right hand around the hilt of the dagger. With a feral cry, I ripped the blade out of my flesh and the mattress. Blood poured from the gaping wound, but I didn't feel the pain. I gripped the bloody dagger, my green eyes reflecting the encroaching flames.
"Caitlin Carson, Marco Moretti," I rasped, my voice a broken, demonic whisper over the roar of the fire. "I swear on my blood and my soul, this is my *Vendetta*. I will hunt you down, through heaven and hell, I will have my revenge."
The smoke thickened, turning the world gray. My vision blurred, my body finally giving out to the blood loss and the suffocating heat. I slumped back against the ruined bed.
Just as the darkness threatened to pull me under, a deafening crash shattered the roar of the fire. The heavy oak door was kicked entirely off its hinges, splintering into the burning hallway.
Through the wall of flames, a massive silhouette emerged. He moved with the lethal, predatory grace of a black panther. As he stepped into the dying light of the room, I saw his face. Cold, flawless, and utterly devoid of mercy. His narrow eyes, dark as a Sicilian night, locked onto my bleeding, broken form.
Damien Moretti.
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7.5
I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Ruiz family, but the moment their true heir appeared, I was thrown away like trash.
Not long after being kicked out, my adoptive father and uncle hired a hitman to stage a fatal car crash on Mulholland Drive.
Pinned under an overturned Porsche with a shattered leg, I watched the hitman point a suppressed pistol between my eyes.
"The Ruiz family sends their regards."
Before this, my reputation had already been completely destroyed by a director, a pop idol, and a reality TV star, leaving me blacklisted and universally hated.
My adoptive family didn't just want me ruined; they wanted me permanently silenced to tie up loose ends.
The hitman pulled the trigger, and the original Alicia died in despair, tasting only rain and blood.
Until her last breath, she didn't understand.
Why did the family she loved treat her like a disposable object? Why did those three men maliciously frame her and turn the world against her?
Opening my eyes again, the fear was gone, replaced by an ancient, cosmic indifference.
I, the Arbiter, had taken over this deceased vessel.
Moving faster than the human eye, I crushed the hitman's steel gun with my bare hand and turned his soul into dust.
Looking at the memories of those who wronged this girl, I signed a contract for the very reality show they were starring in.
Since I borrowed this body, taking out the trash is a required courtesy.
8.0
My husband, Aiden, brought his mistress to a gala. She was carrying my clutch bag, a gift from him. He was laughing, daring me to make a scene.
But the ultimate cruelty wasn't the affair. It was when he brought up my kidnapping from ten years ago, using my deepest trauma as a weapon to publicly shame me.
His mistress, Ember, piled on, her voice dripping with false pity.
"Oh, Julia, I just can't imagine what you went through. Aiden told me everything. How you were… so damaged."
I suddenly realized who she was: the daughter of the man who had orchestrated my kidnapping. This wasn't just an affair; it was a long-con revenge plot to destroy the company I had sacrificed everything to save.
Aiden, the man who once swore to protect me, was her willing pawn. His cruelty had already cost me our unborn child years ago.
In that moment, the last bit of love I had for him turned to ice. He thought he was breaking me.
He had no idea he was just handing me the keys to his destruction.
9.5
Desperate to save her dying mother, Ariana Moreno walks straight into the world of the mafia.
Elijah Fiorensco is danger wrapped in power-cold, ruthless, and used to owning everything he touches... including her.
"And who the fuck is that guy?!" he roared, veins bulging in his neck.
"I–I... he's my friend," I stammered, fear creeping into my voice as his rage swallowed the room.
"Listen to me," he growled, fingers tightening around my throat. "The next time I see you with that bastard, I'll kill him-brutally-right in front of you. Don't ever try me, Ariana."
In a world ruled by his obsession, loyalty and rage. One wrong move could made her loose everything.
7.7
Kaitlynn's mother forced her to entertain Jorden, a cold, overbearing professional esports captain who she only remembered as an annoying, mud-eating brat.
She despised him in real life, saving all her admiration for "Hex," the god-tier player in her favorite MMO who constantly spoiled her with thousand-dollar rare items.
Trapped in Jorden's luxury car during a forced errand, Kaitlynn couldn't stand his arrogant attitude anymore.
She proudly bragged about Hex, claiming her online master's mechanics were vastly superior to any so-called professional player.
"He's the absolute ceiling," she declared defensively. "He's way better than you."
Jorden just smirked, his dark eyes dismissing her entirely.
"Sounds like a nerd living in his mom's basement."
Kaitlynn was furious, ready to scream at him, until his work phone suddenly rang.
Right in front of her, he casually commanded his team using an extremely rare, high-tier strategy exclusive to her game.
Kaitlynn's mind completely short-circuited.
Why would the captain of North America's biggest esports organization know Aethelgard's secret meta?
And why did his commanding, ruthless voice suddenly sound exactly like the low, comforting chuckle that echoed in her headset every night?
As Jorden's gaze dropped to the rare assassin class keychain resting on her lap, a wicked, knowing smile flashed across his face.
The untouchable esports tyrant had just realized his rebellious real-life enemy was his deeply pampered in-game student, and her peaceful double life was about to end.
9.1
"Stop this God forsaken wedding!!" I boom, my voice resonating through the halls of the church.
Murmurs fill the air as eyes turn to me, dressed in nothing but rags. My grip tightens on the bat in my right hand.
How dare they? How dare he?
My eyes burn as I match forward, my body trembling with rage.
"Clara, what–"
His words are barely out before I send my hand forward, swinging the bat at him.
Thick red blood spurts out as screams fill the air.
~~~~~
Clara Anthony thought it was love when she took the fall for a theft her husband committed just a few weeks after she gave birth.
Thought she was doing the right thing for him, for them, but she was wrong because on the day she came out three years later, she found out he was getting married to her best friend of ten years.
Her whole world shatters as she watches her best friend take her life, her husband, and her daughter.
Left with nothing but pain and a deep ache for revenge. She teams up with the one person she swore never to look at again, the one person everyone thought was dead.
Spencer Anthony, twin to her husband and her first love, the same man who left her without a word.
Now he is back from the dead, not as the same man she once knew, but a cold, heartless mafia man who wants nothing but destruction.
As Spencer offers her a chance to reclaim her life and daughter. Filled with nothing but hate, she takes up the offer, determined to make everyone pay.
But what she didn't know when going close to Spencer was that when dining with the devil, you use a long spoon.
9.7
The Last Ledger
9.7
The Last Ledger
Kira Bennett had spent her entire life in the quiet margins. A meticulous, introverted accountant, she preferred the certainty of numbers over the unpredictable tangle of human emotions. Her days were predictable, her nights uneventful, and her world small by design. Until one ordinary evening-one misplaced flash drive-shattered the safety she thought would last forever.
It arrived by mistake, slipped into her files as casually as a memo. But the contents were anything but ordinary. Inside that unassuming drive lay the kind of evidence that could topple an empire-financial trails of corruption, coded transactions, offshore accounts, and the darkest revelation of all: murder. Kira understood numbers better than anyone. But these numbers told a story of greed, blood, and betrayal on a scale she'd never imagined.
Before she could make sense of what she'd uncovered, the threat came knocking. A silent team-merciless, efficient, and trained to erase problems-was dispatched to eliminate her. Kira had always believed preparation and order could protect her from chaos. But rules and caution meant nothing when hunted by ghosts who moved with lethal precision.
Then came Donovan Hale.
Handsome, reckless, and infuriatingly charismatic, Donovan was the last person she expected to crash into her life-and the only person capable of keeping her alive. As the estranged son of the corporation whose secrets the flash drive threatened to expose, Donovan had spent years rejecting his father's empire. He carried his own battle scars, his own buried fury at the rot beneath the polished corporate surface. Bringing the empire down wasn't just rebellion-it was justice. And Kira's accidental discovery was the weapon he'd been waiting for.
Their partnership formed out of necessity, but it was far from seamless. Kira, methodical and cautious, struggled to keep pace with Donovan's impulsive, risk-driven strategies. Donovan, who thrived in chaos, found himself both amused and frustrated by her rigid logic and quiet determination. Yet beneath their clashing styles, an unexpected respect began to grow-a recognition of strength in each other neither had anticipated.
Danger pushed them closer. Every narrow escape, every tense hideout, every shared secret deepened a connection neither of them was ready for. Attraction simmered between them-sharp, undeniable, and every bit as dangerous as the mercenaries chasing them. Kira had never imagined desire could feel like a second heartbeat; Donovan had never imagined he could care for someone who didn't come wrapped in adrenaline and trouble. But love thrives in the shadows where fear and trust collide. And for the first time, they both found something worth fighting for beyond survival.
As they raced through underground networks, abandoned warehouses, and the hidden corners of a city built on deceit, the truth behind the crime ring grew clearer-and more terrifying. The empire's reach was long. Its enforcers were merciless. Allies turned into liabilities. Safe houses became traps. Every step closer to justice carried a heavier cost, and every choice demanded sacrifice.
For Kira, the transformation was profound. The woman who once sought safety in routine discovered a resilience forged in fire. For Donovan, the battle became personal in ways he'd never expected, as protecting Kira forced him to confront the ghosts of his family's legacy-and the man he wanted to become.
Their enemies closed in with suffocating precision, determined to silence them before the truth could surface. But Kira and Donovan were no longer running-they were fighting back. Armed with the damning evidence on the drive, a strategic mind sharpened by terror, and a partnership burning with equal parts adrenaline and longing, they pushed toward the heart of the conspiracy.
The Last Ledger is a gripping fusion of suspense, danger, and electrifying romance. It follows two unlikely allies thrust into extraordinary circumstances-one seeking escape from chaos, the other born from it. Their journey weaves through betrayal, hidden agendas, and high-stakes confrontations, all while exploring the fierce, fragile bond that grows between them.
In the end, their mission is not just to expose corruption but to survive long enough to see justice delivered. And along the way, they discover that the most powerful force in a world built on lies isn't money, secrecy, or control.
It's the unexpected bond between a woman who never wanted the spotlight
and a man who'd spent his life running from it.
Together, they are dangerous.
Together, they are unstoppable.
Together, they are the last hope to bring an empire to its knees.