All Chapters of Framed as a Traitor, Reborn To Make Them All Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

In my last life, my brother Leo—the heir to the Moretti crime family—stripped our estate bare of every last soldier, all for a Vegas jaunt. All because his new flame, Scarlett, had a jones for the high-roller tables.The Volkovs—our rivals, the very ones Leo had just pissed off—saw their opening and stormed our gates. My mother, Sofia, took a bullet meant for me. Died protecting me.I blew up Leo’s phone, my pleas turning to screams. He didn't answer. He waltzed back in after the shooting stopped, bringing our men home, but far too late for it to matter.Then, the news from Vegas. Scarlett was gone. A suicide note left behind. In it, she painted me as the monster. The one who’d leaked our weaknesses to the Volkovs. The one who'd orchestrated a fake kidnapping and torture plot, all to drive her to despair and lure Leo home. A perfect, tragic lie.Leo read the letter calmly. Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled."Father tore into Leo for abandoning his pos

Chapter 2

He’s back, too. Leo remembers.But why would he think this was a lie? Last time, he saw the bodies. He saw what the Volkovs did. Why is he so detached? All because of Scarlett's one perfect, tragic lie? "Isabella did it."The line went dead.My mother stared at the phone, then at me, her face pale. "He... he thinks I'm making it up?""Now you see what kind of son you raised," I said, my voice dangerously low. "He'd rather believe a whore than his own blood."Suddenly, footsteps outside the door. Then, the distinct hiss of plastic explosives."Get down!" I yelled, tackling my mother.BOOM!The steel door blew inward, smoke and fire pouring into the room. A figure in black tactical gear stormed in, a ski mask hiding his face, an AK-47 in his hands.A Volkov hitter."Well, well. The panic room," the man rasped, his voice muffled by the mask. He stepped over the mangled door. "Just like the map said."I froze. The map.His eyes, cold and dead behind the mask, landed on me. "Isabella Mor

Chapter 3

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

Chapter 4

The old butler, Antonio, who’d bounced me on his knee as a child, shifted uncomfortably. "Signore Falcone," he murmured, "forgive me, but the signorina... she would never stage such a thing. It is not in her."Dante hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. I seized the opening. I forced my trembling body into a low, formal bow, a plea of utmost desperation.“Please,” I choked, the plea cracked by the motion. “Please, save my mother. I’m begging you.” Finally, he spoke, his voice softening just a fraction. “Alright. You’re my fiancée, Isabella. For better or worse. I’ll take my men and check it out,” he conceded, his gaze fixed on my pathetic state. “But know this, Isabella. If this is another one of your games, if you’re lying to me… I will never trust you again.”I snapped my head up, hope igniting in my chest. I didn't care about the threat. As long as he went.He had just started to call for his men when his phone buzzed.It was Leo.Dante hit the speakerph

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."

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

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

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

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

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

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