Reborn: The Mafia Bride's Fiery Revenge

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in the narrow doorway, a cruel smirk playing on her lips as she balanced a tray of moldy scraps. Even down here, buried in the damp

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alice she inherited from her mistress, Kiana Velasquez. "Don Javier is marr

ir, had used me as a pathetic shield to blind his stepmother, Elzada, parading his mistresses while leaving me to rot in the forgotten wing. When he finally seized the titl

d Princess Kiana wanted you to know a little secret... your mother, Annabel? She received your 'belongings' a few we

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soul. Helaine tossed the tray onto the filthy floor and lo

he fragile hope of seeing my mother and my little sister, Abby, again. I had endured the unendurable jus

nly a hollow, bottomless void demanding o

liquor were stacked-forgotten contraband from Javier's early days. My fingers, bruised and trembling, f

nch of alcohol flooded the cramped space, soaking into t

" I whispered, my voice a

re against a damp meta

alcohol in a hungry frenzy. The fire crawled up the walls, feeding on the dry rot and shooting

et Kiana and Helaine scream as the floorboards melt beneath their de

or, pulling my knees to my chest as the inferno raged around me. The heat wa

cked closer, threatening to consume me entirely, the agonizing heat paradoxically began

rom the agony of the present, drifted back to the coldest day of my life. Three years ago. Standing ou