All Chapters of REBORN TO MARRY MY MAFIA ENEMY: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The rope cut into Seraphina Kade's wrists until she couldn't feel her hands.Rain hammered the broken windows of the old warehouse, and the single bulb above her swung on its cord, throwing shadows that moved like something alive. Her dress, the pale blue one she had worn to what was supposed to be a quiet dinner, was torn at the shoulder and soaked through. Blood dripped from a cut above her eyebrow, warm against the cold water running down her face.She blinked and the world sharpened into focus. Concrete floor. Metal chair. And Julian, standing three feet away with his hands in his pockets, looking at her the way a man looks at a spreadsheet."You're awake," he said. "Good. I'd hate for you to miss this.""Julian." Her voice cracked. "Julian, what is this? Where are we? Where's my father?"Something in his face changed. Not concern. Amusement."Your father," he said slowly, "is dead."The words didn't make sense at first. She heard them the way she might hear a foreign language, sy

Seraphina stepped out of Corvo's into a night that felt colder than it had an hour ago, Damon's words still echoing in her ears. Watch which car follows you.She stood beneath the awning for a moment, scanning the street. Delancy Street at this hour was mostly quiet, a scattering of parked cars, a couple walking a dog two blocks down, the distant hum of the city continuing on without any idea what had just been decided over a candlelit table. Nothing looked wrong. Nothing looked like a threat.Then she saw it. A dark sedan parked across the street, engine idling, headlights off. It hadn't been there when she arrived.Her heartbeat picked up. In her first life, she would have dismissed it, told herself she was imagining things, that not every idling car in the city was watching her. But she had died once already believing the people around her had her best interests at heart. She wasn't going to make that mistake twice, not even with something as small as a parked car.She walked towar

The Voss Tower rose above the financial district like something carved rather than built, glass and dark steel catching the afternoon light in sharp, deliberate angles. Seraphina had passed it a hundred times in her old life without ever once imagining she would walk through its doors as anything other than a curious bystander.The elevator ride to the top floor felt longer than it should have. A guard in a dark suit escorted her from the lobby without a word, pressed the button for the highest floor, and stood beside her in silence until the doors opened onto a private office suite that made the rest of the building look modest by comparison.Damon was standing at the window when she entered, his back to her, hands in his pockets, looking out over a city that belonged to him in ways most of its residents would never fully understand. He didn’t turn around immediately.“You’re early,” he said.“You said tomorrow. It’s tomorrow.”“I said tomorrow at three. It’s two forty.” He finally t

The hospital corridor smelled of antiseptic and fear, and Seraphina walked through it faster than her legs seemed capable of carrying her, Damon's presence a solid, silent weight just behind her shoulder the entire way.Her mother stood outside a set of double doors, mascara streaked down her face, hands pressed together so tightly her knuckles had gone white. She caught sight of Seraphina and rushed forward, pulling her into an embrace that shook with barely restrained sobs."They won't tell me anything," her mother said, voice breaking. "He collapsed in his study. One of the staff found him. They took him back there twenty minutes ago and no one will say a word."Seraphina held her mother tightly, her own heart hammering so hard it hurt, though a cold, clinical part of her mind, the part that had learned to survive by thinking instead of feeling, was already cataloguing details. Twenty minutes. The study. No warning, no prior illness, nothing that should have caused a healthy man in