The Mafia Bride's 200 Days' To Justice

The Mafia Bride's 200 Days' To Justice

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"I need you to smile, darling," Adrian whispers, his fingers digging into Isabella's waist as cameras flash. "Your father's business empire depends on it." The champagne in her glass trembles as Isabella forces herself to play the perfect mafia bride. She hasn't told him about the baby yet. Hasn't mentioned the way his eyes linger on the judge's daughter, Elena. Hasn't revealed that she knows about the poison they've planned for her "tragic accident." But Isabella Romano isn't going down without a fight. "Please," she whispers to Santa Muerte as poison burns through her veins. "Give me a chance to make them pay." Death has a price. Isabella awakens in the body of Valentina Salvatore—wife to Adrian's greatest rival and mother to twin girls who somehow see through her deception. She has 150 days to either claim vengeance or find true love. The clock is ticking, and Nicolas Salvatore, her new "husband," is proving dangerously easy to fall for. "You're not really her, are you?" Nicolas murmurs one night, his fingers tracing her jaw. "My Valentina never looked at me the way you do." But as Isabella navigates the deadly waters of rival crime families, she discovers Valentina had secrets of her own—secrets worth dying for. Now, with her father plotting a takeover, Adrian suspicious of her resurrection, and her borrowed body slowly rejecting her soul, Isabella must choose: the revenge she died for, or the love she never expected to find. In this dangerous game of second chances, some fates are worse than death. And some loves are worth dying for twice.

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The Last Prayer

Isabella's POVMy hands shook as I stared at the pregnancy test. Two pink lines. Clear and undeniable. Tears of joy streamed down my face as I touched the silver Santa Muerte medallion around my neck."*Gracias, Santa Muerte*," I whispered. "Thank you for this miracle.""What miracle would that be, darling?"I froze at Adrian's reflection in the bathroom mirror. He stood in the doorway, holding two champagne flutes, his green eyes calculating even as he smiled."Adrian!" I spun around, clutching the test to my chest. "I thought you were at the office.""And miss celebrating with my beautiful wife?" He stepped closer, offering me a glass. "I had a feeling today was special."My heart raced as I accepted the champagne. Something flickered in his expression – something cold and foreign that made my skin crawl."I have amazing news," I said, forcing my voice steady. "We're going to have a baby."The silence stretched between us like a razor wire."A baby?" His smile didn't reach his eyes....

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15 Chapters
The Last Prayer
Isabella's POVMy hands shook as I stared at the pregnancy test. Two pink lines. Clear and undeniable. Tears of joy streamed down my face as I touched the silver Santa Muerte medallion around my neck."*Gracias, Santa Muerte*," I whispered. "Thank you for this miracle.""What miracle would that be, darling?"I froze at Adrian's reflection in the bathroom mirror. He stood in the doorway, holding two champagne flutes, his green eyes calculating even as he smiled."Adrian!" I spun around, clutching the test to my chest. "I thought you were at the office.""And miss celebrating with my beautiful wife?" He stepped closer, offering me a glass. "I had a feeling today was special."My heart raced as I accepted the champagne. Something flickered in his expression – something cold and foreign that made my skin crawl."I have amazing news," I said, forcing my voice steady. "We're going to have a baby."The silence stretched between us like a razor wire."A baby?" His smile didn't reach his eyes.
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Death's Bargain
The cold hit first. Not the gentle chill of winter, but the absolute absence of warmth that only death could bring. I tried to open my eyes, but darkness pressed against them like a heavy velvet curtain."Isabella Romano." The voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere. "Or should I say, Isabella Constantine?""Who's there?" My words came out as whispers in the void."You know who I am." Candlelight came to life around the edges, illuminating a towering figure clad in an ornate black dress. Where a face should have been, there was a skull that wore a grin at me; marigolds decorated their brow. "You prayed to me as you died.""Santa Muerte." The name dropped from my lips like a prayer. "Then I really am."Dead?" She lifted an antique pocket watch, its face aglow with eldritch light. "For precisely three minutes and twenty-seven seconds."The void stirred around us, memories drifting past like paper lanterns. I saw myself at my wedding, young and stupid in white. Then in Adrian's study, t
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Awakening
My eyes snapped open. Wrong ceiling. Wrong bed. Wrong *body*."Dio mio," I whispered, but the voice wasn't mine. Smoother. Richer. Italian.I bolted upright, gasping for air as silk sheets slid across unfamiliar skin. My hands flew to my face, touching features I didn't recognize. Long, dark hair fell past my shoulders, the strands impossibly soft between my fingers.The Naples coastline stretched beyond floor-to-ceiling windows, painted in dawn colors. A far cry from my Chicago apartment where I'd—Where I'd died.My gaze locked on a wedding photo beside the bed. The bride was stunning - raven hair, steel-gray eyes, classic Italian beauty. Valentina Salvatore. The man beside her towered over her, darkness and power radiating from his mere image. Nicolas Salvatore.My new husband."Focus," I commanded myself, using Valentina's voice. "You have two hundred days."The master bathroom was a monument to luxury. Everything arranged with military precision - labeled skincare products, coord
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Playing Pretend
The mirror lies. My hands tremble as I trace Valentina's reflection, trying to match her signature stance. Too tall. Too stiff. My muscles fight against unfamiliar dimensions."The Chanel suits you better than the Versace."Nicolas's voice freezes me mid-reach. He leans against the doorframe, dark eyes studying my every move. Testing me."I thought you had meetings this morning." My voice comes out steadier than I feel."Watching my wife recover is more important." He steps closer. Too close. "You're holding yourself differently today.""The doctors said there might be..." I falter as his hand brushes my shoulder, adjusting the blazer's fit."Muscle memory issues?" His breath tickles my ear. "Or something else entirely?"Before I can respond, a cascade of silk hangers clatters to the floor. Damn these extra two inches of height. Nicolas's reflexes are faster—he catches the falling clothes while I'm still processing the noise."You never were clumsy before the accident." His tone carri
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The Rules of Risk
"You look beautiful, Mama!" Sofia's voice cut through my spiral of anxiety as I stared at my reflection-at Valentina's reflection."The most beautiful," Luna echoed, her small hands reaching for the hem of my crimson gown.I made myself breathe, made myself be present. Every action had to be perfect tonight. My father would be watching, studying "Valentina's" every move. The thought turned my stomach."Girls, give mom some space to finish up in here." Elena's voice from the doorway sent a shard of ice through my veins. I caught her reflection in the mirror staring at me with predatory focus."Aunt Elena!" The twins flung themselves at her, giving me a minute to collect my thoughts."I hear Adrian's been asking about you," Elena said, her tone casual but her eyes razor-sharp. "He seems. concerned about your recovery.""Adrian has always been overprotective," I said, delicately painting on Valentina's signature red lipstick. "But I'm fine.""Are you?" Elena took a step closer to me, her
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When Shadows Speak 
The music box smote against marble; its fragile air died in a cacophony of splintering wood and twisted metal. Outside, the rumble of thunder obscured my escape through the servant's passage. I pressed my back against cool stone, my heart hammering, as Adrian's voice boomed through the wall."Find her! Now!"With every step, my stilettos betrayed me. I yanked them off, the ancient stones cold against my bare feet. Father had shown these passages to me when I was a child, teaching me every means of escape in case our enemies ever breached the mansion. It was ironic, considering now I was using those very passageways to hide from him.Elena's voice came through the iron ventilation grate above. "The loose ends need handling tonight. Martinez first, then we find the real Valentina."My fingers found grooves carved into the wall decades ago-familiar initials. I traced the 'E' and 'I', memories of when Elena and I had played here as sisters, before legitimacy divided us, before she chose A
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Blood Ties
"Careful with that chalice!" Nicolas reached for my arm. Blood dripped onto my white dress."I'm fine—" The room spun. Power surged through me."You're not fine, Valentina. Let me help you." Nicolas's grip tightened."The ceremony affects everyone differently," Adrian's voice cut in. "Especially first-timers."Elena's heels clicked closer. "Such a shame to ruin that beautiful dress.""It's just a dress." I pulled away from Nicolas. A server bumped my shoulder."Mrs. Salvatore." The young man's whisper carried urgency. "Dr. Martinez needs you. Now.""Valentina." My father's voice boomed across the room. "A moment in my study?""Of course, Father." Nicolas blocked my path. "We should get you cleaned up first.""It won't take long," my father insisted.The study door clicked shut behind us. Father spread a map across his desk. "Beautiful ceremony. Though mixing blood creates... interesting situations.""What do you mean?""Family should stick together. Blood calls to blood." He tapped N
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The Forgotten Murmurs
"Val!" Nicolas's voice cut through my nightmare. "You're screaming."I jolted up in bed. "The crash—I saw—""What crash?""Nothing. Just a dream."The bathroom mirror flickered between faces. "Look at yourself," Adrian's voice echoed in my head. "Playing pretend in my sister's body."A child's voice called from down the hall. "Mama!"The twins stood in their cribs, pointing."Tía Val says hello," they said together.Elena backed toward the door. "Señora, something's not right with them.""What do you mean?""The way they speak together. The things they know." She crossed herself. "I need to make a call.""Stay right there.""I'm sorry, Señora. This can't wait." Her heels clicked away.In the kitchen, whispers followed."Did you see her face this morning?" Maria asked another maid."Shh, she'll hear you.""She's changed since the accident."The coffee cup slipped. Blood dripped from my cut hand."Here," Nicolas appeared with a towel. "Let me—"His touch sparked a vision. The garden. A
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Fatal bond
"You're pale," Nicolas said, catching my arm at the Constantine mansion entrance."I'm fine.""Liar." His fingers tightened. "What did you see?""Blood. Signatures. Territory lines." I pulled away. "Nothing that matters now."The doors swung open. Marcello Vitelli's lip curled. "Well, if it isn't the replacement Mrs. Salvatore.""Careful, Vitelli," Nicolas said. "Or I'll give you something real to sneer about.""Threatening me already?" Marcello laughed. "The night's barely begun."Elena clutched her locket, eyes tracking my every move. "Valentina, you're looking... recovered.""Amazing what rising from the dead can do for one's complexion."Adrian stood, spreading maps across mahogany. "Ladies and gentlemen, I propose a new arrangement for our territories.""Stop." I pointed to the port boundaries. "Article seven, section three of the 1985 accord explicitly states no family controls more than forty percent of port operations without unanimous consent."Silence dropped like a blade."
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Chasing What Once Was
"Left here." Valentina's voice pulled at my mind. "The stones remember, even if you don't.""Talking to ghosts now, Valentina?" Adrian's voice sliced through my thoughts.I whirled around. "What are you doing in this part of Venice?""I could ask you the same." He adjusted his silk tie. "These aren't your usual haunts.""Everything's changed since the accident.""Have they?" He stepped closer. "Or is it just you?""What do you mean?""The way you move, the way you speak..." His eyes narrowed. "Even the way you look at me.""And how do I look at you, Adrian?""Like you've seen a ghost.""Maybe I have." I moved into his space. "Do you ever think about how things used to be?""Every day." His breath hitched. "Val—"I kissed him before he could finish, letting muscle memory guide me. His hands gripped my waist, desperate and familiar.I pulled back. "Nothing.""What?""I needed to know if any feeling remained." I stepped away. "It doesn't.""Valentina, wait—""Let me go, Adrian. We both
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