All Chapters of Reborn Beneath the Soil: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sonny stood in front of the mirror, tugging at the borrowed designer suit again and again.Copying the Godfather in the movies, he stuffed a nearly wilted rose into his breast pocket and turned to look at me.“What do you think, Angelina? Is this good enough to go meet Mr. Luca?”Luca was the second-in-command of the Corleone family in Newford. This time, in their selection of a godson, his approval came first.I leaned against the doorframe, a slim cigarette between my fingers.Smoke blurred my face.The suffocating feeling of being buried alive from my last life still lingered.I looked at the familiar surroundings and knew with certainty I had been reborn back to this deadly night.“Have you gone mute? I’m talking to you!”Sonny strode over impatiently. The blade hidden in his sleeve pressed against my face, sliding slowly downward until it stopped at my carotid artery.“Keep staring at me like that, and I’ll slash up your face and throw you into the Hudson to feed the fis

Three days later, at Don Corleone’s private estate.The banquet was extravagant, but a faint, lingering smell of blood hung in the air.Sonny wore the same suit, patched and re-patched. On the ride over, he’d been shouting about making everyone kneel. Now, he was shaking like someone having a seizure, gripping my wrist so tightly that it hurt.“Angelina… I… I need to pee…”“Useless thing! What are you afraid of?!” Carmela wore a borrowed, ill-fitting low-cut evening gown, with cheap foundation flaking off her face. She hissed in a low voice, “Stand up straight! After tonight, this whole estate will be our family’s backyard!”Vincent stared greedily at the oil paintings on the walls, his eyes darting around as he silently calculated how many bottles of good liquor each one could be traded for.“Next. Sonny.” The butler’s voice rang out, cold and emotionless.We were led to the center of the grand hall.Hundreds of eyes watched us, as if we were clowns dragged into a circus rin

Don Corleone froze in place, his pupils shrinking sharply. It was as if an invisible bolt of lightning struck him.“Th-this…” Don Corleone’s voice began to tremble.His gaze was locked on the birthmark beneath my collarbone. Shock, wild joy, and grief churned violently in his eyes, too complex to name.“This mark… Where did it come from?!” His voice was hoarse.Vincent misunderstood completely. He thought Don Corleone was displeased, or worse, that he’d taken a liking to that “special” patch of skin.He immediately shouted at the top of his lungs, afraid others might not hear him.“Don Corleone! This girl may be low-born, but her body is top-notch! Look at that red mark, so seductive! She was born to serve a man like you! A natural sl*t!”Carmela hurried to chime in, terrified of falling behind.“Yes, yes, Don Corleone! This little b*tch has been loose since she was young! Just look at that birthmark! It screams filth! If you like it, I’ll strip off these useless clothes right

I stood beside Don Corleone at the very center of power, clearly feeling the intoxicating taste of deciding life and death and of holding other people’s fates in my hands.In my previous life, the people closest to me joined forces to bury me alive. I died in darkness, suffocating in endless pain.In this life, I want them alive, fully conscious, and suffering second by second in endless pain and despair. They would be begging for death day and night, yet never being granted it!“Sonny.”At last, my gaze settled on the figure cowering in the corner, curled into a trembling ball—my so-called “little brother”.“Sis… Angelina… I was wrong… I really know I was wrong… Please forgive me… let me go…” He sobbed uncontrollably, not even daring to look up at me, his forehead slamming repeatedly into the floor.“Don’t call me that.” I walked up to him and crouched down. My movements were almost gentle. “That word coming out of your mouth makes me feel sick.”I reached out and, just like

I clapped my hands.The lights in the banquet hall dimmed instantly. A single spotlight snapped on, aimed at the center of the stage.The curtain slowly rose. There stood three massive transparent glass tanks.In the first tank was Sonny. His limbs were completely shattered, his body writhing weakly in nutrient fluid.In the second tank was Carmela, her mouth sewn shut.Vincent was in the third tank, both hands gone.Some guests covered their mouths and began to retch.The cigar slipped from Paul’s fingers and landed on his pants.His face went deathly pale as he stared at me as if he were looking at a ghost.“You… you’re insane! This is… this is torture!”“Torture?” I took a sip of red wine.“Uncle Paul, this is called art. They wanted to be dogs of the Corleone family, so I built them the most luxurious doghouse.“Look how well they’re behaving now.”I suddenly flung the wine straight into Paul’s face.“These three pieces of trash are just the appetizer.”I leaned cl