LOGINA month later. The coastal estate.Afternoon sun spilled across the terrace. The sea breeze carried a faint scent of flowers.I sat in front of my easel, greedily capturing the scene in front of me.On the canvas: a golden beach under sunlight.This was the most relaxed painting I'd done in a long, long time.Light footsteps behind me.A coat was gently draped over my shoulders.I turned.Kevin stood behind me, the color back in his face.He leaned against the railing, looking down at my painting, a smile on his lips."This one's bright." He said softly."Because I'm in a good mood."I looked at him and smiled too.The Moretti family matter had settled.Father had been stripped of power by the council. He was in the old house now, living out his retirement.Sophia was locked in the basement, awaiting further sentencing.The fighting and scheming had finally left my life for good."Oh, right."Kevin pulled an invitation from his pocket and handed it to me."From the Paris art museum. Th
The next day, we had the Moretti estate surrounded so tight not even water could get through.Sophia's men were no match for superior weapons. In under half an hour, they'd all laid down their arms.I stepped over the wreckage and pushed open the doors to the hall.The place was in chaos.Father was tied up in the storage room, hair disheveled, every trace of his former authority gone.Sophia sat on the floor, a gun in her hand, shaking all over."Catherine!"Father's eyes lit up like he'd grabbed a lifeline. He shouted,"Good girl, I knew you wouldn't abandon the family! Untie your father, quick!"I didn't move. I just looked at him coldly.Growing up, he always stood on Sophia's side, no conditions.Sophia ruined my paintings, he scolded me for being immature.In my last life, Sophia fought to go live in comfort, and he watched me go off to die on the front lines.This life, Sophia wanted the front lines, he praised her for being like him, then turned and looked at me with disappoint
The operating room light stayed on all night.I sat on the bench in the corridor, my clothes stained with Kevin's blood.The elders and the steward kept watch nearby, faces grim.Hours earlier, I had calmly ordered the bodyguards to seal the scene and preserve evidence.Then I quickly treated Kevin's wound and called the steward and doctors to start emergency care."Mrs. Voss, go change your clothes..."The steward urged me in a low voice.I shook my head. I didn't move.Kevin's words before he passed out kept echoing in my head."Thank God this time... the bullets didn't hit you..."This time.Kevin. Was he reborn too?So the ointment he had sent quietly.The art supplies he'd delivered under the excuse of "clearing out trash."And all the protection he'd given me in secret these past days.None of it was coincidence.In the corridor, the lights flickered once.The operating room door finally opened.The doctor came out, wiped his sweat, relief in his voice."Luckily, the bullet was o
Kevin's POVThe first time Kevin met Catherine was when he was twelve, visiting the Moretti family with his grandfather.In the living room, the adults kept up their pleasantries, saying things he didn't understand.Bored, Kevin slipped upstairs alone.He'd just turned the corner when he collided head-on with a girl.Smack. Paint splattered everywhere.His suit was stained red.He was annoyed. His face showed it.But the girl didn't even look at him. She was on the floor, frantically gathering up those worn paint tubes.That was a young Catherine."I saved up forever to buy these! You owe me!"She looked up and glared at him, eyes red-rimmed but stubborn.Kevin froze. He looked down at the painting that had fallen to the floor.He pointed out that her color ratios were off. The dark tones were too heavy. They'd make the whole composition feel oppressive.Catherine went still.The guard in her eyes suddenly lit up with something else.In a mafia family that worshipped violence, she was
At the estate, Kevin and I reached an understanding.I didn't ask about his business. He didn't interfere with my dreams.Every day, I stayed in my room, painting with the tools Kevin left behind.But the elders grumbled.In their eyes, a woman who spent all day playing with paint was nothing but a gilded canary with no real purpose.Kevin never argued with them. He just kept having paper and paint delivered to my room, a steady stream.That quiet stalemate held until half a month later.That afternoon, I went to the end of the hall to get a palette. Passing the conference room, I found it locked in a tense argument.The arms dealer Frank slammed blueprints onto the table, his tone arrogant."Fifty million. Final price. I know you're in a hurry to flip this for a big profit. No one but me can deliver in a month."The elders exchanged looks. Having spent years behind the scenes, they didn't know much about this new class of weapon. And they were anxious to move the goods. They were bein
Sophia's POVA few months later. Outside the family's port.A murderous tension hung in the air.Dozens of wounded lay on stretchers, hauled back in groups."Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"Sophia swept the battle maps off the table, screaming hysterically.The tent flap lifted. Lorenzo walked in, his right arm wrapped in bandages, shrapnel wounds from not long ago."Miss Sophia, three districts in the south have fallen completely.""If we don't get aid soon, they'll be at the port within a week."Sophia gritted her teeth, shaking all over."What did Father say?"Lorenzo avoided her eyes and said coldly,"The Don is in a tight spot too. The council of elders has started demanding accountability.""Someone confronted the Don directly. Asked why he chose you to run the front lines when steady Catherine was right there.""Making a mess?"Sophia shook with fury.In her last life, she only saw how glorious Catherine was after becoming Donna.She thought if she just grabbed the front lin







