All Chapters of If There Is Another Life, Don’t Let Her Go to Sicily Again: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

The old Don was visibly stunned.“Why? Vivian was the one originally meant to go to Sicily.”That scene from my last life flashed before my eyes.Marcus and Vivian lay together.It was as if they had already completed the ritual of sharing the same grave.“Uncle, I’ve made up my mind.”I spoke softly. “Please arrange it.”The old Don looked at me for a long time.In the end, he sighed.“Alright.”I gently closed the door behind me.As I walked out of De Luca Capital headquarters, I looked back at the towering skyscraper one last time.But the moment the automatic doors opened, Vivian chased after me.“Nerina, what trick are you playing now?”Her eyes were red.“The old Don suddenly said I’m marrying Marcus in three days.”I answered calmly. “It’s not a trick.”“Marcus loves you enough to die for you. You should marry him.”“And you love him too. I’ll go to Sicily in your place.”Vivian showed no gratitude.“You know Marcus values promises more than anything.”“Once he decides something

Chapter 2

After dinner, I went to the gun shop alone.In my last life, after Vivian was sent to Sicily, she traded her body for protection from local bosses.She aborted five children.Only then did she manage to survive long enough to crawl back to New York twenty years later.This time, I refuse to walk her path.If I’m going to Sicily, I’m going to find that man.The one even Marcus keeps his distance from.The one people disappear around.So I need a gun.The owner had just laid several guns on the counter.Marcus appeared at the door like death itself.His eyes swept across the counter.His voice was ice cold.“What are you buying this for? I have plenty of these.”“Why didn’t you ask me for one?”“Do you plan to use it against Vivian?”I forced myself to stay calm. “It’s for self-defense.”Marcus let out a cold laugh. “Self-defense? You’re about to marry me.”“With all my men around, you still think no one can protect you?”No, Marcus, you can’t.In my last life, you even threw yourself in

Chapter 3

When I slowly came to, Marcus’s assistant knocked and stepped into my room. “Miss Nerina, tonight is the De Luca family charity gala.”“The Don has requested that you perform the opening piano piece.”I looked up and answered without hesitation.“I’m not going. That’s Vivian’s role. Let her do it.”I had to use tonight to slip into the black market and get another gun.The assistant hesitated. “This was personally arranged by the Don.”“The opening piece must be performed by the future Don’s wife…”I cut him off coldly. “Then tell him I will never be his wife.”A low, indifferent voice suddenly came from the doorway.“Who won’t be?”I turned to look at Marcus.Those six bullets that had grazed my scalp had made me see this man for what he really was.“I won’t. Marcus De Luca, I am never marrying you.”“And the one going to Sicily the day after tomorrow isn’t Vivian. It’s—”Marcus flipped his palm.His phone lit up.Vivian’s name flashed across the screen.He answered almost without he

Chapter 4

On the night before the wedding, the old Don called me into his study one last time.“Nerina, Sicily is not New York. I won’t be there.”“Marcus won’t be there either. I’m afraid no one will be able to protect you.”“Have you truly made up your mind?”I rose from my chair and bent to kiss the back of the old man’s hand.“It’s precisely because Marcus won’t be there that I have to go.”“Thank you and, goodbye.”The reception in the main hall was still going on.Vivian was immersed in happiness, her skirt swaying as she moved.Marcus stood not far away, silently watching her.I crossed through the corner of the hall, ready to head back to my room.But he suddenly stepped in front of me and blocked my path.“Why do I keep hearing the same thing?”“That the one going to Sicily tomorrow… is you.”Since everything was already set in stone, I lifted my eyes to his and answered calmly.“Yes.”His gaze fell to my right hand, still wrapped in splints.“Does it still hurt?”Instinctively, I pulle

Chapter 5

The bride stood beneath the floral arch with a veil over her face.Everyone knew it was Vivian. Only Marcus didn’t.The ceremony was already past its scheduled time, yet no one had started it.The doors were pushed open and Marcus walked in.His suit was clean and precise, his expression steady. It looked like nothing in the room could disrupt his pace.Even now, his mind wasn’t here. He was still thinking about how to bring Vivian back from Sicily.The old Don frowned. “Marcus, this is your wedding.”“You didn’t come to receive your bride, and now you’re late too.”Marcus didn’t react much. “I had something to handle.”He walked straight up to the stage and stopped in front of the bride.“She’s already in Sicily,” he said in a low voice. “I just saw her off.”He paused for a moment, then added, “Don’t try anything against her. I agreed to marry you, but that doesn’t mean you get to cross the line.”“If there is another life, I’ll marry Vivian.”Under the veil, Vivian’s lips slowly cur

Chapter 6

Marcus stared at Vivian’s carefully made-up face, his expression calm.He asked coldly, “What are you doing standing here?”“Marcus, it’s me. I’m Vivian. We’re getting married.”Marcus frowned. “I didn’t ask who you are. I’m asking,”he seemed to use the last of his patience, his voice tightening, “who told you to stand here.”Vivian’s voice trembled. “It was… Nerina.”Marcus denied it immediately. “Impossible. Nerina would never hand me over.”“It really was Nerina. Believe me. The old Don knows too—”Marcus cut her off. “She told you to stand here, and you did?”“Do you listen to me, or do you listen to her?”Vivian’s eyes filled with tears, but she still refused to give up. “Marcus, aren’t I the one you wanted to marry…”Marcus looked at her and replied coldly, “Did I ever say that?”“You just said it. You said if there was another life—”Marcus cut her off. “I said another life.”He spoke word by word. “Not this one.”The air fell silent.Vivian stood there, staring at him in dis

Chapter 7

Sicily. The sea wind carried the taste of salt across the shoreline, and fields of flowers swayed in the sunlight in the distance.I stood at the port, waiting for the gun coming from New York.Cargo ships were docked, and workers had already begun unloading. Steel containers were stacked like walls.The wind carried salt and rust, seeping slowly into my lungs.Two days ago, I had arranged everything.The seller would hide the gun inside a batch of machine parts and move it in with the shipment.An oily voice sounded behind me. “Hey, sweetheart. Standing here alone, looking for some company?”I frowned. “Didn’t I tell you to stop following me.”He laughed.In Sicily, he was a local thug.He stepped closer. “A pretty outsider like you won’t last long on this island.”“Unless you stick with me. I can protect you. Make your life real comfortable.”Protect me? You?I didn’t move. “Not interested.”I needed the gun. Then I would go find that man.The greasy man circled me slowly.“A New Yor

Chapter 8

The moment the words left my mouth, everyone behind him drew in a sharp breath.Later, I learned that in all of Sicily, no one dared to say his name out loud.He was Alessio Carbone.The man I had come here to find.He invited me to his base and handed me the gun in front of everyone.I lowered my head to take it and almost dropped it.It was heavy.My hands could barely hold it.In New York, Marcus had my right fingers broken.Vivian had a hole torn through my left palm.That was when I truly realized I was far, far away from New York.I didn’t dare raise my hands.I didn’t want Alessio Carbone or his men to see weakness.For a moment, the silence was suffocating.As if he noticed nothing, Alessio Carbone reached out and caught the gun.The next second, he took my wrist and placed it back into my hand.His fingers brushed my palm.Cold.“Hold it.”This time, I was ready.I held it steady.I suddenly remembered Marcus taking the gun from my hands.It had only been days.But it felt lik

Chapter 9

Two hours later, I returned home from Alessio Carbone’s base.He didn’t ask anything about Marcus, and I didn’t mention him.I thought he didn’t know.Until I reached the door.At the street corner, on the rooftop across, under the streetlights, all his men were there.No one looked at me, and no one left.Marcus sat on the bench outside my window, like a passerby with nothing to do with this place.He didn’t speak, and neither did I.I didn’t open the door, afraid he would force his way in.The silence lasted for a while.He spoke in a low voice.“I’ve already dealt with Vivian.”“The scene was too bloody. I won’t describe it.”I took a deep breath, and he continued.“In short, what you suffered, I made her repay a hundred times over.”I looked up at him.“That’s between you and her. It has nothing to do with me.”The air turned cold instantly.Marcus’s gaze changed.“You’re drawing a line between us?”I looked at him.“Marcus, no matter what you do, you can’t change what has already

Chapter 10

I pulled the curtain open.Night settled over Sicily.The sea was pitch black, scattered lights in the distance like stars blown apart by the wind.Alessio Carbone sat alone on the bench outside my window.I opened the window from inside and leaned out.“What are you doing here?”“Thinking about the New York you told me today.”He paused, then asked slowly, “Was it all true?”I answered honestly.“Some of it was. Some of it wasn’t.”Alessio Carbone smiled.“You lie to me. Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?”I smiled as well.“As long as you can’t tell which parts are false, you’ll never kill me.”He didn’t ask further.He simply said, “Marcus De Luca. I’ve had him leave.”“Leave, or fed to the sharks?”Alessio Carbone turned his head slightly, looking at me.As if trying to read what I was thinking.After a moment, he asked,“If I fed him to the sharks, would you cry?”I didn’t answer.Instead, I asked him,“Alessio Carbone, do you believe in another life?”He didn’t hesitate.“I do.”I

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