Marry the Notorious Mafia Don After Rebirth

I had only walked a short distance when Anastasia emerged from behind a column like a ghost, blocking my path."Elena," she said my name with false concern, but her eyes gleamed with malice. "I think I heard the mistress was just now. Is she upset with you because... because Leone chose me instead?"I stopped walking and watched her performance coldly.Seeing I didn't respond, she continued on her own, her voice soft as a serpent's hiss: "You really shouldn't be too upset. After all, this roulette wasn't anything more than a show, was it? The Don... well, he actually wanted you. It's just that my dear Leone loves me so much that even God is on our side.""Elena," her voice remained gentle, but her smile turned ice-cold. "Seeing how happy Leone and I are, are you disappointed?"I stopped without turning around. "If you just want to gloat, you've got the wrong person."She circled to stand in front of me, blocking my path. "Don't pretend. I know you hate me enough to want to kill me. You

I dragged my battered body through the cold corridors of the Donovitch estate, each movement sending searing pain through my whipped back. I ignored the agony.In my past life, this was about when I received the news that my father had been shot dead.I didn't know the details then, didn't understand what had happened. But now I did.My father, Don of the Volkov family, though stripped of real power, was still my only family.I had to save him. Since God had given me this second chance, I would change his fate.My first thought was Leone.The Donovitch family had formidable power; even a small team could turn the situation around.I found him in the solarium with Anastasia, selecting wedding dress fabrics.Silks and satins covered the long table, the air filled with sweetness and luxury."Leone," I interrupted them, my voice hoarse with urgency, "I need your help. My father's dealing in New York has gone wrong. He's been ambushed and needs immediate backup!"Leone looked up from a stac

The plane landed in Naples.A Rolls-Royce Phantom, pure black, waited on the tarmac, flanked by two Soldatos in perfectly tailored black suits. They silently took my few bags and opened the car door for me.The interior was spacious, carpeted in soft materials, with a mini fridge chilled with champagne.The convoy didn't head to a hotel but drove straight toward the coastline.Finally, it stopped before a magnificent castle overlooking the sea.The massive wrought-iron gate slowly opened, and the convoy drove into a long, private driveway lined with ancient olive trees on both sides.The castle itself was an ancient structure with modern renovations, its stone walls covered in ivy, imposing in its grandeur.A butler in a perfectly pressed uniform, his hair immaculate, greeted me at the door. "Miss Elena, welcome to the Cobella estate. I am Stefano, the head butler. Your presence graces our home." He gave a flawless bow.I was escorted to my suite.The room was astonishingly large, with

Luca moved with swift lethality. After the assassination attempt on me, the investigation results quickly landed on his desk.The trail led to a powerful Mexican drug cartel—the Cartel.They were unhappy with several lucrative smuggling routes previously operated by the Volkov family but now controlled by the Cobellas. They had planned to eliminate me to create chaos and reclaim control.Luca read the report, his expression unreadable, but the temperature in his blue eyes dropped to freezing."Handle it," he told his Underboss, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable resolve, "I don't want to hear that cartel's name again. Use whatever resources are necessary."In the following weeks, shocking news began circulating in the underworld.That once untouchable Mexican cartel suffered a devastating blow.Their leaders were assassinated one after another, warehouses were destroyed, supply lines were cut, and their entire network across Europe and North America was uprooted.Luca Cobella ha