Semua Bab If There Is Another Life, Don’t Let Her Go to Sicily Again: Bab 1 - Bab 10

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

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

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

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

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