All Chapters of Marry the Notorious Mafia Don After Rebirth: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

New York mafia family Donovitch, one of the five major New York crime families, their heir Leone Donovitch has reached the moment where he needs a political marriage to solidify his power.But I know, Leone only loves his frail childhood sweetheart, Anastasia.The old Don Vito Donovitch, that man as solid as a rock, sat at the highest position. He would never allow his future heir, the future Don, to marry a woman who brought no benefit to the family.So, he devised a roulette game. He wrote the names of his preferred marriage candidates on a spinning wheel, and whoever the wheel landed on would marry Leone. Only if it landed on the empty space could Leone choose his own bride.And I was the candidate handpicked by Donovitch's Madre.This time, I knew the secret of the roulette. Before the ceremony began, I used my familiarity with the mansion's secret passages to tamper with the wheel's mechanism. I ensured the silver ball would land only in the empty slot.The wheel spun slowly and

Chapter 2

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

Chapter 3

According to Leone's previous orders, I and the other rejected women had to remain at the Donovitch estate, waiting to attend his wedding with Anastasia.I knew this was a public humiliation, a reminder that I was rejected merchandise.A few days later, Leone and Anastasia's engagement party was held at the luxurious Donovitch estate.Core members of the New York underworld were all dressed to the nines, the air thick with the smell of expensive cigars and perfume.Leone and Anastasia were the undeniable stars of the evening. He had his arm around her waist, receiving congratulations from family members and associates.Anastasia wore an exquisite gown with a sweet smile, but her eyes kept glancing in my direction with undisguised triumph.I chose a corner spot, wanting only to quietly endure this night. But Anastasia clearly had no intention of letting me off easy. She carried a glass of champagne and, along with a few other ladies from other families, sashayed over to where I stood."

Chapter 4

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

Chapter 5

Shortly after replying to the Cobella family's email, an encrypted communication request came through.The caller identified themselves as the Cobella family's contact in New York, and their efficiency was amazing.They had arranged everything.I didn't say goodbye to anyone in the Donovitch family.On the night of my departure, the darkness was thick.Using my knowledge of the estate's blind spots, I avoided the patrolling Soldatos and quietly made my way to an abandoned old garage on the estate's edge.There, an unmarked black car was waiting.The driver was a man of few words. After confirming my identity, he simply said, "The Cobella family sends their regards," and drove me away from Donovitch territory.Before leaving New York, I had the driver stop at a remote junkyard.I carried a bag containing everything Leone had ever given me: all our photos together, old letters, jewelry he'd given me, even the scarf I'd knitted for his birthday that Anastasia later cut to shreds.All the

Chapter 6

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

Chapter 7

Leone Donovitch stormed out of his chaotic wedding.He ignored Anastasia's hysterical cries and the whispers from all the guests, striding straight to the guest room I had occupied.He threw the door open.The room was empty.Completely, utterly empty.Not only was I gone, but all my personal belongings had vanished too.Then, Leone's pupils contracted sharply—he saw something that made his heart stop.The box filled with his few love notes to me was gone.Our intimate photo hanging on the wall was gone.All traces related to me, especially those connecting me to him, had been erased.Clean, as if I had never existed here at all.An unprecedented panic seized him. This wasn't just a tantrum, not a temporary departure.This was a final, absolute goodbye."Find her!" he roared at his aide and several Soldatos who had hurried over, his voice twisted with suppressed emotion, "Use every resource in the Donovitch network! Contact all our informants at airports, docks, every transportation hu

Chapter 8

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

Chapter 9

The preparations for the wedding at the Cobella estate were in full swing.Luca sent me the best of everything the world could offer.Antique jewelry, rare leather goods, even a small vineyard in the south of France bearing my name. His love was evident in every detail, grand and sincere.On the wedding day, Cobella Castle was decorated like a fairy tale.Important figures from major Mafia families around the world gathered together.I wore a wedding gown that had taken a top designer months to hand-sew, standing beside Luca, ready to exchange our vows.Just as the priest was about to begin, the heavy doors of the grand hall were thrown open!Leone Donovitch stood there, his suit disheveled, eyes bloodshot—nothing like the meticulously crafted image he always maintained.Behind him followed several tense Donovitch Soldatos, but they were immediately surrounded and disarmed by Cobella family soldiers."Elena!" Leone ignored all the guns pointed at him, his gaze locked on me, "Come back

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