Framed as a Traitor, Reborn To Make Them All Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

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

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

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

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

"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