The Dead Bride's Vicious Mafia Comeback

A year ago, my husband Marco traded my life for a political alliance.

I watched his mistress's taillights fade into the dark as the freezing waters of Lake Michigan swallowed me whole.

They called my drowning a tragic accident and burned a fake body before anyone could demand an autopsy.

Tonight, Marco is marrying that same mistress, Isabella, in a lavish ballroom filled with Chicago's underworld elites.

They even conceived a child during my mourning period, a deadly sin in our traditional Mafia family.

They thought I was rotting at the bottom of the lake, completely forgotten.

But they didn't know I had survived, bleeding through brutal underground training just to crawl my way back.

When the wedding venue plunged into darkness and a single spotlight hit me standing there in a white mourning gown, Marco dropped his glass.

"Arabella? No... you're dead," he choked out, his face draining of blood.

Isabella shrieked, looking like she had seen the devil himself.

Did they really think a little water could wash away our sacred vows?

They stole my life, my name, and my family, expecting me to stay a compliant ghost forever so they could secure their power.

I smiled coldly as I handed the Mafia Don a decree of absolute protection from The Commission.

I am Arabella Stark, and my vendetta only ends when they drown in their own blood.