CRUELLA: THE MAFIA PRINCESS

ind, a disorienting haze that obscured her thoughts. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt heavy and unresponsive

her mind, a bittersweet melody that brought both joy and pain. She remembered their first meeting, the way his eyes had lingered on hers, the spark of attraction that had ignited between them. She

re a wonderful woman. Truly. But... I can't. I can't give you what you want. I'm not... I'm not the right man for you." The words, each one a shard of ice, pierced her heart. "I don't... I don't love

embered the look of pure malice on Sofia's face, the triumphant gleam in her eyes. It all came back to her now, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place with terrifying clarity. Sofia, Oliver's fiancée, the woman who had always seen Roselle as

and a burning desire for revenge. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to make them pay for what they h

lives, oblivious to the fact that she was still alive, that she was coming back. And she was coming back for revenge. Not just for th

ed her senses, making her wince. A nurse rushed to her side, her face filled with c

that she had been in a coma for three years and that her family had never given up hope that she would wake up. He

esponsible. Roselle listened, her mind racing. She knew who was responsible. She knew that Sofia had tried

h. She worked tirelessly, driven by her desire for revenge. She needed to be strong, to be powerful, to be able to prote

grand party, inviting every elite member of the city's high society. It was

he once was. The years of pain and betrayal had hardened her, transforming her into someone new, someone stronger, s

r Mitchell stood near the entrance, his arm around Sofia, his fiancée. He had spent the last three years searching for Roselle, haunted by the memory of their time together. He had neve

ntlemen," he announced, "I am honored to introduce you to my daughter, my heir, th

they landed on Oliver and Sofia. The color drained from Oliver's face. He stared at Ruella, his heart pounding in his chest. It couldn't be. It was Roselle. But she was differe

inate. Her carefully constructed façade began to crumble. She knew then that her past was coming back to haunt her. Ruella was back,