Vengeance Of The Reborn Mafia Queen

I was the Mafia Queen of the Castillo family, but I died like a dog in the damp underground interrogation room.

My sweet, fragile sister Chiara lured me into the cells, only to wrap a garrote wire tightly around my throat.

As the wire sliced into my windpipe and I choked on my own blood, a small figure stepped out of the shadows.

It was my ten-year-old son, Leo.

He watched his mother being strangled to death with cold, dead eyes, his past words echoing in my dying mind.

"I don't want a weak commoner for a mother! I wish Aunt Chiara gave birth to me!"

Chiara pulled the wire tighter, her mask of innocence melting into a grotesque, triumphant sneer.

"You never deserved him, Siena. You never deserved the crown."

I died in pure, suffocating agony, my soul screaming into the dark that if there was a next life, I would carve the flesh from their bones.

Then, I jolted awake, my lungs gasping for air against expensive silk sheets.

I wasn't in the bloody cells. I was in the luxurious Master Suite, and hovering over me was my ruthless husband, the Dark Don, Dante Castillo.

I had been reborn.

Leo was only a five-month-old baby sleeping down the hall, and tomorrow, my treacherous sister would arrive at the estate begging for sanctuary.

This time, I won't play the weak, forgiving sister. I will make them beg for death.