Historias cortas de Feel-Good Story Mafia y novelas con Independence ambientadas en Face Slapping

I was sent back in time to the very day my sister and I had to choose our mafia husbands. This time, though, I discovered I could hear people’s thoughts. In my previous life, my sister married Caspian, a violent brute. She lived every day in fear, trapped in a nightmare she could never escape. I, on the other hand, married Arnold—the gentleman everyone admired, living a life others envied. However, my sister had also been sent back in time, and this time, she made her move first. She chose Arnold, the “perfect husband” she had always coveted. At that moment, her thoughts echoed clearly in my mind. ‘Elysia shall suffer instead. This time, I’ll make sure I choose the good husband first.’ Her malice was unmistakable. My dear sister, did you really think I was happy in my last life? Since you want that life so badly, I’ll hand it to you myself.

After settling a dispute involving the family's overseas shipping routes, I boarded the Royal, a gambling cruise ship bound for Sicellia, with the family's confidential ledgers and handover documents. I kept a low profile, intending to complete the handover without drawing any attention. Antonio Greco, the family's longtime butler, had reserved a penthouse suite with panoramic ocean views for me. However, just as I finished checking in, an unfamiliar woman pushed open the door and strode inside. "I want this room. Pack your things and get out." I held up my booking confirmation. "The reservation is under my name. Breaking into someone else's room and demanding they leave hardly seems proper, does it?" She gave me a contemptuous once-over. "I'm the woman of the Moretti family's heir. On this ship, everyone from the waitstaff to the captain bows their head when they see me. Who do you think you are to lecture me about rules?" Julian Colombo, the ship’s Director of Guest Services, immediately stepped in to speak on her behalf. "Madam, she holds a privileged family gold card that grants her priority access to the ship's accommodations. I'm sure you understand the situation. Please be reasonable and move to a standard cabin." I lowered the booking confirmation, a faint chill flickering in my eyes as the corners of my lips lifted into a slight smile. "And what if I refuse?”