Mafia Queen to First Lady: A Reborn Pact with the President

st. What a damn headache. You're sure the Todds won't come af

he air, greasy and leering, each

y heartless. "Relax. Even if that little slut really does die, no one w

her back from the brink of unconsciousness. Wha

ery shard of memory

assins and mercenaries, a shadow empire where her name alon

mercenaries, carving a path through blood and fire-only to be betrayed

e was, eyes opening inside a b

ter of the Todd family, lost since she w

parents, molded into someone fragile and frightened, someon

had not ended. Their adopted daughter, Paulina Todd,

afforded to her. To them, Valerie was useless-a

lipped an aphrodisiac into her drink, and delivered her like a wrapped gif

iation, Valerie had dragged a blade across

now stirred within this b

g in tatters. Her wrists were still bound by handcuffs. Blood seeped steadi

ered to fear, curled inward, a

as not ju

ho had survived war zones soaked in blood, crossed the desolate Sarhia Desert where

g more than an

, she snapped the handcuffs apart

ing around it without hesitation, and hurled i

lamp struck. He collapsed instantly, crumplin

void of rage, fear, or mercy-as she lifted the la

wet, nauseating thud. Blood splashed across the

reduced to unrecognizable ruin d

allowed a flicker of disgust to cross her fe

guard's voice followed, hesitant and awkward. "Sir? The

ithout hesitation, sprinting toward the window

aught the curtain, used its momentum, and swung her

arper stood rigidly behind a locked door. An unfamiliar

e. "Mom, let me out immediately! Do you have any idea what y

u to give this family an heir puts me in jail, so be it. Relax, the drug won't hurt you.

cked, sealin

g. "I can blow this door open with a

l your own mother. And imagine the headlines-'President Shoots Mother Dur

is temple, exhaling sharply as

heading for the en suite bathroom. He planned to use cold wate

body blazing with warmth and carrying a faint, into