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.