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Chapter 3

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Icy snow hit my face as I crawled out of the tunnel's exit.

The entire Moretti estate was a sea of fire.

Explosions and gunfire ripped through the night.

I was covered in my mother's blood, stumbling the mile toward the Falcone estate.

A shrapnel wound in my arm burned, but I couldn't stop.

I couldn't think. I just had to run.

When I finally collapsed against the iron gates of the Falcone estate, I pounded on them, my voice a raw scream.

"Dante! Open the gate! Help me! The Volkovs... they're hitting our estate! My mother—save my mother!"

The gates slowly opened. Dante Falcone stood in the doorway, a ghost in a tailored suit.

The man I was supposed to marry.

The warmth I once saw in his eyes was gone, replaced by shards of ice. He looked down at me, kneeling in the snow.

"Isabella," his voice was a low, dangerous purr. "Quite a performance."

My head was spinning, blood roaring in my ears. "Dante, I'm not acting! This isn't a joke! My mother's life is on the line! Please, send your men back with me! The Volkovs are inside the house!"

He sneered, his gaze raking over my blood-soaked form. "Leo called ahead. Gave me a heads-up about the little show you'd be putting on tonight. The damsel in distress act. Pathetic, even for you."

"Don't listen to his bullshit! It's real!" I pleaded, holding up my hand, showing him the family ring slick with my mother's blood.

His eyes flicked to it. "You're really committing to the bit, aren't you?" he drawled. "Even adding props."

"Dante! Are you insane? It's a real attack!" I screamed, tears of rage and desperation blurring my vision.

Before Scarlett, Dante was my world.

He was the gentle protector of my childhood, the man who, after our engagement, had treated me with nothing but doting affection.

Then she appeared. Everything changed.

Dante grew distant, my brother began to shun me.

And Leo, to impress his new flame, did the unthinkable.

Just because a minor Volkovs enterprise shared the same name as Scarlett's pampered Persian cat, Leo had maliciously torched it to the ground.

That single act of arrogance was all it took to unleash the Volkovs' full fury upon us.

I grabbed his pant leg as he turned to leave. "Please! My mother needs help! If you don't go now, she's going to die! She's really going to die! I'll do anything," my voice broke.

"The engagement... if that's what this is about, if you think this is some game to test you... then it's over. I'll announce it tomorrow. Just please, save my mother! She's really going to die!"

Dante’s expression tightened.

Far from the satisfaction I’d anticipated, he only looked more furious.
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  • Framed as a Traitor, Reborn To Make Them All Regret   Chapter 10

    "Cripple her." The words left my lips, devoid of heat, devoid of pity. They were a simple, cold fact. "The hand she used to sign my mother's death warrant. The hand she used to call our enemies. Break them. Both."Scarlett's face bleached of all color. "No! Isabella, please! We can make a deal—"POP.The sound was small, almost surgical. Marco's shot was precise. It didn't sever her hand, it shattered the bones within it.Her scream was a raw, animal thing that clawed at the walls.Leo knelt on the floor, trembling uncontrollably. "Isabella... please... mercy..."I turned my back on him, a gesture of final dismissal. "Take him," I said to Marco. "Strip him of everything but his name. And dump him on the street. Death is a mercy he hasn't earned. Let him live with what he is."Three days later, the first snow of winter began to fall on the iron gates of the Moretti estate.I sat behind the massive mahogany desk in my father's study, watching the feeds from the security cameras.Leo

  • Framed as a Traitor, Reborn To Make Them All Regret   Chapter 9

    "Dante? It's Scarlett."Her voice was a low murmur, but the bugs I'd had planted days ago picked up every word."I have something for you. Intel... on the Morettis... No, it's good. I know what Isabella's next move is..."Leo was still curled in his corner, lost in his own private hell, oblivious."The new route she's setting up at the docks... and the names of the capos she's targeting... My price? A million should cover it."I almost laughed. The bitch had ambition.Suddenly, Leo's head snapped up. "Who are you talking to?"Scarlett ended the call abruptly. "No one. Just an old friend—""Let me see the phone," Leo snarled, getting to his feet and stalking toward her."Leo, don't be crazy," she said, backing away. "It was nothing—"He snatched the phone from her grasp and his face went pale as he saw the call log. "Dante Falcone? You're talking to that motherfucker?""I can explain—""Explain?" Leo's eyes were burning with a new, terrible fire. "You're selling me out?""Selling you o

  • Framed as a Traitor, Reborn To Make Them All Regret   Chapter 8

    Three days later, the capos were summoned to Father's study.Twelve of the family's core men sat around the long mahogany table—captains from every borough, our chief earner, and the old guard who had advised Father for decades.Father sat at the head of the table, a king on his throne. I sat at his right hand—in Leo’s empty chair."Gentlemen," Father's voice boomed, a low rumble of thunder in the quiet room. "As of today, my daughter Isabella assumes all of Leo's former responsibilities. She is now this family's strategist. Her word is mine."A few of the old-timers traded nervous glances, but none dared to speak a word against it.I rose, commanding the room not with volume, but with stillness. I sketched a map on the whiteboard. "The Volkovs didn't send a message. They drew first blood. They want our ports, our shipping lanes—our lifeblood.""What's the play, Miss Moretti?" asked Marco, the capo who ran the East Side."The answer is simple." My voice was quiet, but it carried to e

  • Framed as a Traitor, Reborn To Make Them All Regret   Chapter 7

    Just as Leo’s face contorted with rage, the door swung open. Father's second-in-command stood there, his face grim."Don Moretti is back. He's with the Madam. He wants to see you both. Now."I was wheeled into my mother's private room. Sofia lay on the bed, her face ashen, an IV drip taped to her arm.Father sat by her bed, a statue carved from granite. His eyes, cold and hard as chips of flint, landed on me. His voice was the scrape of stone on stone. "You were supposed to be watching her."Leo immediately pointed a trembling finger at me."This was all Isabella! She's jealous of Scarlett, so she staged the whole attack to get me out of the picture!""Enough!"My mother's voice, though weak, cut through the room with surprising force. "For some girl... some nobody... you threw your own blood to the wolves." Her voice was thin, but each word was a steel shard. "Leo... there is no bottom to my disappointment in you."Even through a fog of pain, she had heard one of the hitters use h

  • Framed as a Traitor, Reborn To Make Them All Regret   Chapter 6

    The next morning, I woke to the sound of shouting.I opened my eyes to find Leo looming over my hospital bed."You paid a crew to shoot up our own house?" His finger jabbed at my face. "Just to drag me back from a night out? Have you lost your fucking mind?""The whole underworld is talking about this! Do you have any idea what a disgrace you've made of the Moretti name?"Scarlett stood beside him, a vision of delicate sorrow, dabbing at her dry eyes."Leo, don't be so hard on Isabella… She only did it because she hates me, that's all…"The air cracked. His hand shot out, slapping me so hard my head snapped to the side. "Father isn't here to handle his little problem. So I will." He leaned in, his voice a low snarl. "You traitorous bitch."My cheek burned, but the ice in my heart was colder. "I'm your sister." My voice was a raw whisper. "You don't even ask if I'm okay? You just... decide I'm the villain? Leo... do you really hate me that much?""The FBI is involved. You still think

  • Framed as a Traitor, Reborn To Make Them All Regret   Chapter 5

    "What do you mean, the manor was hit? Isabella, talk to me. How is she?"The voice on the other end was tight, all business—one of our soldiers. The world came back in a roar of adrenaline. Ignoring the fire screaming up my arm, I clawed myself off the floor. I spared a single, hateful glance for the shattered remains of my phone, and demanded:"Talk to me. Where is she hit? How bad?""It's bad. Gut shot. She's bleeding bad, but the slug went clean through. They think it missed the major arteries. Think.""We're rushing her to the family clinic now. You need to get here, fast."The words hit me like a fist to the chest, stealing the air from my lungs.But at least this time, there was a chance.I bit my lip until I tasted blood, the pain a welcome anchor in the storm. Tears were a luxury I couldn't afford.Dante was silent. After a long moment, his voice came out, a low rasp, thick with a regret that felt a lifetime too late."Isabella," he said. "This… this is on me. I was wrong."

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