Reborn, I Ruined Their Perfect Life

ella

iding into my abdomen didn't hurt nearly

ho was to be officially crowned Don of the Chicago o

ng copper as I stared up a

whispered, his handsome face a mask of cruel indi

always claimed was just a fragi

rug. "I bought you those Thompson submachine guns. I la

, pinning me to the floor. "The men think she's my lucky charm. They respect her. You? Y

his next words pierce

rless laugh. "My mother and Adina orchestrated that little frame-up, Isabella. But I gave the order. I needed

rned to ash. Five years of marriage, built entirely on a

ch the life leave my eyes.

updo. With a final, guttural scream fueled by pure *Vendetta*,

d sprayed across my face as he collapsed beside me,

damned if I left my empire for Kylie to inherit. Dragging my heavy, bl

he rug and climbing the velvet curtains. I lay in the pooling blood, smilin

listering heat seared my skin, melting away

e burnin

the cloying scent of lavender and the bitter

y eyes snap

up at a familiar, vaulted ceiling. The heat wasn't from an inferno; it was from

intact. No bloo

ug-induced lethargy. I knew t

or, a hushed, irritated

damn Irishman, C

in

ing in the family and handed Alistair the chains to bind me. I hadn't just sur