To her husband and his mistress, Nora was just a naïve housewife—blindly in love, tolerating his infidelities and betrayals. But to those who truly knew her, she was an instrument of death—a Mafia Boss whose name alone struck terror. Raised by a ruthless Mafia King, Nora grew up in cruelty, vengeance, and blood. Her legend began when, as a child, she took her own mother’s life. Trained to be her father’s deadliest weapon, she used her beauty to disarm enemies, leaving none alive. Yet beneath her ruthless exterior lay a forbidden weakness: love. Against her father’s orders, Nora fell for a man she swore to protect. When her father discovered the truth, it cost the man his life, shattering Nora’s heart and forcing her to flee. In a new city, Nora adopted a quiet life as a stripper, determined to bury her past. But everything changed when billionaire Williams Smith walked into her club. Jilted days before his wedding, he needed a wife to secure his inheritance. Desperate for a fresh start, Nora agreed to an arranged marriage. What began as a business deal blossomed into love, but their happiness was short-lived. Williams’ ex-fiancée reappeared, and Nora’s father finally found her. As her dark past resurfaces, Nora must decide: embrace the Mafia Queen she once was, or risk everything for the love she’s found. Dive into this gripping tale of power, love, and redemption to uncover Nora’s ultimate fate.
View MoreNora’s POV.
“Shoot her!!!” his harsh, stern and firm voice commanded, making fear grip me. He was seated in an armchair, smoking his hemp and exhaling it in a single puff. His men surrounded him, each heavily armed, as if waiting for a directive to strike.
The 10-year-old me was standing, holding a gun with my little trembling hands, aimed at my own mother. That wasn't my first time holding a gun, as I had practiced with it every day of my life since I was age five. But that was my first time of pointing it at a real being, my mother at that.
“Shoot my mother? How can I?” I thought as my hands continued to tremble, with my eyes fixed on my mum, who was consumed with fear. Her eyes, filled with fear and anxiety, were pleading with mine, begging me not to pull the trigger ……. to save her life.
“Are you deaf? I said to pull the trigger!!!” Dad’s resonating words hit my ears so hard, that the gun fell off my shaky hands.
“I …. I can’t, Daddy” I stammered with my voice trembling, out of fear of the wrath that I was about to face. Hearing those words, his eyes turned red and he steadily got up from where he was seated.
He threw the hemp he was smoking on the floor and stomped on it with his foot. As he took each step towards me, his steps felt heavy and right where I stood, I peed on my body out of fear.
Before I knew it, he closed the gap between us and landed a loud resonating slap, that could make one lose his hearing on my cheek. The pain I got from the slap circulated through my body, making my knees weak. I fell to the ground, unable to maintain my stand, my palm on my cheek that hurt.
“Did you just go against my order? Did you just say NO to me, bitch? Huh?” he yelled angrily, as he stomped on me repeatedly with his feet. Each kick was like a blade, piercing through my skin. I was hurting, groaning in pain but my father failed to see that.
He continued to kick me until he was satisfied, with my mum pleading for him to stop, wanting to come in between us, but was restrained by his guards who kept her from moving an inch.
“James, please. Please, let go of her. She is hurting. I am the one who offended you. Please, hit me instead” Mum sobbed, repeatedly begging for him to stop. But all her pleas fell on his deaf ears.
After minutes of trashing me up, he finally stopped. Him stopping made me realize how badly I was injured. The pain which was meant to reduce after he stopped, only intensified, making me wallow in pain.
I tried lifting my hands but I couldn’t. My belly hurt and so did other parts of my body. I was covered in bruises and blood came out of my mouth as I coughed. The pain was excruciating, and I had thought that was my last day on Earth, but miraculously, I survived.
“I should let her go? I should hit you instead? HELL NO!!! The punishment for what you did is greater than getting bashed up. How dare you cheat on me with this thing?” he annoyingly asked, pointing in the direction of his right-hand man, who had been shot dead by him.
The betrayal he got from mum was consuming him, which was quite evident in his eyes.
He found out mum was cheating on him with one of his men, who happened to be his right-hand man. He couldn’t forgive their betrayal as he had always told me forgiveness was a weakness; a weakness that could get one trampled over.
“How could you? You ridiculed me, you tarnished my image!! The punishment for your sin is death, and you will surely get that right now; at this moment” he firmly said, his voice resonating another wave of fear in Mum.
Mum’s lips trembled, as if she was trying to say some words, but the words never left her throat.
“Get up, idiot. Get up and do what I told you to do” he yelled at me, urging me to get to my feet. But I couldn’t, as I was too weak to move.
“You don’t want to, right? You love this your prostitute of a mother that much? " Then, it’s better you both die together!!!!” he said, his voice unwavering, which showed he meant what he had said. Pulling out his gun from his back pocket, he aimed it at me, ready to pull the trigger.
Sensing the danger, mum yelled, forcing her way through his guards, to where I was lying and where he was.
“James please. Please, don’t. Don’t kill our daughter. Kill me instead, take my life” she desperately pleaded, as she knelt in front of dad, sobbing profusely.
“Then, if you do not want her to die, tell her to get up and do what I instructed her to do. That’s the only way she can live”, he responded, his voice devoid of empathy.
As his wife who had known him for more than 13 years, Mum knew what he had said was the only way to save me. It’s either she dies or we both die. So, she moved to me, held my hand in hers and said:
“My love, I want you to know that I love you and will forever do. Even though I will not be here with you physically, I will forever be with you in spirit, watching over you. I do not wish to leave you now, but there is nothing I can do as this is the only way to save us. I love you, baby girl. Do take care and stay strong” she said softly to me, as she kissed my forehead, with tears rolling down her cheeks.
Picking up the gun which I had dropped earlier, she placed it in my hand, cupping my fingers around it. I knew what she was trying to do ……. I tried resisting, tried stopping her, but I couldn’t as I was too weak to even lift my hands. My eyes pleaded with her not to but her eyes instead showed that her mind was made up.
I shook my head, hot tears rolling down my cheeks, softly whispering the words “Mom, don’t” to her, but she only smiled at me. She laid beside me, held my hand which the gun was in and aimed it at her forehead.
With the words ‘Goodbye, Mon Amour” leaving her mouth, she pulled the trigger and what I saw next was the blood of my mother, splashing on my face.
That night, she sacrificed her life to save mine, but I wished I had suffered the same fate as hers. Because, the coldness of her loss haunted me forever.
Nora’s POV “Who is dying this time around?” I pondered, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Just then, my mind trailed to Liam. “Liam” I muttered underneath my breath, my breath hitched in my throat as I ravaged through my bag and got a hold of my phone. With fear of the unknown gripping my heart tightly, I dialed Liam’s line, wanting to ensure he was fine, but he didn't pick. I called him repeatedly, but he still didn't pick up and that got me more terrified. Realizing he might be the one being held captive in the Judgement room, I dropped my bag and took to my heels - running to the execution room as if my life depended on it. I immediately forgot the pain I was feeling and all that was on my mind at that moment was to ensure Liam was okay. I was terrified at the thought that he might be in there. “What if he has been shot dead before I get there?” This thought crossed my mind and I increased my pace, not minding the pain I was feeling in my lower abdomen. Just a few steps aw
Nora’s POV “You have seven days .... just seven days to kill that man and afterwards kill yourself. That’s the only thing you can do to uphold your honor after you die” he made known, grabbing his box of cigarettes and relaxing in his chair as if nothing had happened. He lit the cigarette, stuck it between his lips, before puffing out smoke. I just stared at him – at the man who called himself my father. The man who didn’t hesitate to sentence his own daughter to death. He had always caused me nothing but pain since my childhood. He never made me feel at peace, he never cared about how I felt– all he cared about was himself, his gang and his empire which I planned on turning to ashes in his lifetime. He always made me feel love was a weakness, but he was wrong. Falling in love with Liam didn’t make me weak – it made me human. It made me realize there was another reason to live apart from bloodshed. But that man sitting in front of me, wouldn’t understand that. I wasn’t goin
Nora’s POV That morning, he had called for me and as usual, I headed to his study room knowing fully well why he had called – another mission awaited me. But I noticed something strange as soon as I entered the room. His soldiers were always around him wherever he was, but that day, they were all out of sight. It was just the two of us – two sworn enemies who lived under the same roof, waiting for the perfect time to strike each other. Immediately, I sensed something was wrong. “He never dismissed his shadows – they were always around him like loyal dogs. But why today? What could he be up to?” I ruminated, scrutinizing him with my eyes, trying to see if I could figure anything out. “Come over here and have your seat” Dad’s voice interrupted my thought, momentarily pulling me out of my doubt. I made my way to where he was seated and sat on the chair opposite him. “You have a new mission, but since you have established the rule of you knowing why your victims must die before
Nora’s POV Dad rose to his feet, walking over to his liquor cabinet with his puppets hovering around him like fools. “You’ve got some guts now, and I love that,” he said, holding the glass of liquor Alaric had poured for him. “But guts don’t win—strategy and ruthlessness do,” he continued, sipping his liquor. “Then, you should be restless.” I said, rising to my feet and walking to where he was. I hijacked the glass of liquor from him and raised a toast before taking a sip. “Because, I have got both”. He giggled, trying his best to hide his anxiety, but no matter how hard he tried, I could see it in his eyes - how much he feared his empire crumbling. “Well, let’s see if you can survive all alone in the jungle” he scoffed, taking his glass of liquor back. “Cheers to the Tigress’ adventure” he raised the glass in my direction, like a silent and mocking toast. I rolled my eyes in disgust, walking back to my seat. “Enough of the chit-chat. Tell me why you called me here” I requ
Nora’s POV His eyes widened in shock- just for a second. He was intently staring at me as if he was trying to figure out what the hell had come over me and my gaze never wavered. I was defiantly staring right back at him, as if daring him to say a word if he had the nerve– something I had never done before. Not even when my mother was on the verge of death. He hadn’t expected that – I mean none of the people present had expected such a response from me. Every one of them was stunned into still silence – injured Alaric wasn’t left behind. But just as quickly as it came, my father’s astonishment vanished. He cleared his throat, straightened his shoulders and put on the dreadful mask he had always worn his entire life. I had expected him to lash out at me or even worse, hit me like he had always done, but he did neither of those. He turned away from me, facing his soldiers. “Take him to his room and tell Vannessa to come over” he instructed coldly, before walking away as
Nora's POV. Those days I spent at Liam's place were everything - they were heavenly and I felt they shouldn't end. I spent up to a week at Liam's place, taking the break I had longed been due for. I never had it at the back of my mind to go back home until Liam brought it up. "Babe, you have spent five days here without going home. Don't you think we are attracting danger to ourselves? What if your father finds out you are here? Won't he be furious?" Liam's concerned voice queried. "I don't care about him, he can do whatever he wants. I feel at peace here and this is what I need right now. I will go back home but it would be at my own convenient time. Or is it that you don't like the fact that I am here? Am I inconveniencing you?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed. "You know that's not what I mean babe. Remember we have a plan right? For us to carry out our plan successfully, you have to keep on deceiving your father that you are his puppet he has always known. You changing
Nora’s POV I spent that day at Liam’s place, taking my time to explain to him my journey from childhood to adulthood. I also made sure to switch off my phone so as to prevent my father's men from tracking me to Liam's abode. “You really passed through all this? You saw your mother die right in front of you? That must have been so hard on you” Liam, who was lying on the bed with my head rested on his chest whispered, his voice laced with sorrow and disbelief. “Yes, It .... really was. It was really hard on me that most of the times, I wanted to cry and make my sadness known, but I never had the chance to. My father saw tears, love and fear as weaknesses and I wasn't allowed to neither feel nor express any of those". "Living with my father as a child was ....... really terrifying that I had wished I died alongside my mother that night. I went to bed each night, praying that I shouldn't live to see the next day but God never listened to my prayers. Maybe because ..... I have so much
Nora’s POV I stirred – and everything felt warm, too warm for me to be outside in the cold. I felt something warm under me; a blanket was nestled around my shoulders. I flung my eyes open, only to find myself in Liam’s bedroom – tucked in on his bed to be precise. It took me some minutes to figure out how I got to where I was. My head was banging, and my body was aching, but I managed to sit up, holding the bed frame for support. “Liam” his name came to my mind, as I wondered where he could be. I looked around the room hoping I would catch a glimpse of him, but I didn’t. “Has he left me again? Has he finally abandoned me now?” my mind raced and not minding how weak and tired I was, I rose to my feet, ready to go in search of him. I staggered towards the door and just as I was about to get a hold of the doorknob, the door flung open, revealing Liam, who was holding a mug of warm coffee. His eyes lit in surprise the moment he saw me. Carefully placing the mug he was holding in
Nora’s POV I drove straight to Liam’s apartment, my fingers trembling as I repeatedly dialed his line, hoping he would pick but he didn’t. Fear of what he might do to himself, how disdainful he would be feeling due to the truth he had learnt gripped me. “What if this changes everything between us? What if he decides not to see me again? What if this breaks him completely?” those what-ifs enveloped my mind as I drove, with fear of uncertainty gripping my heart and glistening in my eyes. Eventually I got to his apartment, but he was nowhere to be found. I knocked desperately on his door repeatedly, hoping he would come out to me, but he didn’t. I peeped into his living room through the front window, hoping I would catch a glimpse of him but everywhere was claimed by darkness. It was then it hit me – that he wasn’t at home. I would have gone in, but I wasn’t with my spare key. “Where could he have gone? Why is he not home? Is he in danger? Did he...... hurt himself?” I thought, t
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