The One I Pick Will Become The Great Godfather

“Your twentieth birthday banquet is tomorrow. Have you decided on who to marry?

“Whoever you pick, we’ll make sure he inherits both families and becomes the godfather of the entire mafia empire.”

When I opened my eyes again, two photographs lay before me.

They were the two fiances my parents had groomed for me since childhood.

One was Damian. The other was Caesar.

In the past, I loved Damian deeply and chose to marry him without hesitation, only to be tortured to death by him.

After returning to the past, without missing a beat, I pointed to the other photograph, which was Caesar.

Since Damian did not wish to marry me, I would grant him his desire.

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I went to a bar under the family’s name to celebrate the new chapter of my life.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Damian and his men there.

Seeing me there, Damian’s men started hollering, “Damian, look! It’s your little shadow. What’s she doing here?

“She couldn’t stay away from you for a second, could she? She just had to show up the moment she found out you were throwing a party.”

Damian immediately frowned when he saw me.

“This party’s for Alice. You’re not wanted here. Did you come to cause trouble for Alice? Get lost!”

That was exactly how he treated me in the past. He was very impatient with me, as if I were some lowlife.

It was laughable that I only saw his true colors when I died.

I ignored him and said coldly, “This bar belongs to my family. What makes you think I need permission to be here?”

Everyone was shocked.

After all, everyone knew I had loved Damian deeply since childhood and would obey every word he said.

It was the first time I dared to defy him publicly.

Damian was also stunned. He could not believe I had just disobeyed him.

At that moment, Alice appeared.

She wore a faded, washed-out shirt and looked unassuming.

When she saw me, a wave of panic and fear washed over her.

“Oh, Ms. Moretti, I wasn’t expecting you. It’s my birthday, and Damian was just trying to be nice by throwing me a little party. If it bothers you, I’ll go. I don’t want to cause any trouble between you two.”

She then turned to leave, but accidentally twisted her ankle and cried out.

Damian immediately caught Alice in his arms. He asked her worriedly, “You were just a maid in her household, not her slave. There’s no need to be afraid of her!”

He glared at me fiercely and said with disdain, “See what you did? Because you showed your face here, she was too scared to even enjoy her own birthday party! She even almost sprained her ankle! Do you expect me to believe you’re not here to cause trouble?”

When I saw how close they were, I felt nothing.

“Starting something is the last thing on my mind. I’m here for a personal celebration. It’s my last night as a single woman.”

“Your last night as a single woman?” He sounded skeptical.

I explained calmly, “Tomorrow is my twentieth birthday banquet. My parents will announce the man I’m going to marry.”

The atmosphere went silent as everyone gasped. They remembered exactly who I was.

My father was the Don of the Moretti family. My mother was the head of the Carter family.

From childhood, they had selected two fiances for me. They declared that on my twentieth birthday banquet, whoever I chose to marry would inherit the properties of both families and become the ruling godfather of the entire mafia empire.

Without missing a beat, they all began congratulating Damian.

“Looks like you’ll be taking over the Moretti and Carter families soon, Damian. Congratulations.”

“Don’t forget about us once you’re running the entire mafia empire.”

Damian instantly perked up. But when he saw how pitiful Alice looked in his arms, he shot me a glare and warned me, “Listen, even if you do end up marrying me, don’t get any ideas about bullying Alice. Try it, and I’ll make sure history repeats itself.”

History? Repeating itself?

My heart clenched. I had not expected Damian to say such a thing.

Had he returned from the future as well?

After speaking, Damian ignored me. He left while carrying Alice in his arms.

I watched him leave and smiled coldly.

Rest assured, Damian.

I would absolutely not let history repeat itself.

I would not be marrying you.