The Don’s Heiress Vanished on Her Birthday
After I was reborn, the first thing I did was burn every photo of Vincent Corleone and me.
Then I threw his engagement ring into the fireplace and deleted every voicemail where he swore I was the only woman he would ever love.
Because in my last life, that love turned me into a joke.
Vincent said he loved me, but after I gave up my place at a world-class institute for him, he took Lilian White to Europe instead.
She was the orphan he felt guilty for. The fragile girl he said needed protection.
I was Isabella Rossi, heiress to the Rossi crime family.
So I was supposed to be strong.
Strong enough to smile when he missed my birthday for her.
Strong enough to stay quiet when she wore my mother’s necklace.
Strong enough to survive the crash meant to kill me.
For seven days, I lay in a hospital bed, conscious but unable to move, listening to him visit my room for two minutes before spending the rest of the day holding her hand.
Before my heart stopped, I finally understood.
Vincent would kill for me.
But he would always choose her.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back three months before I rejected the institute for him.
This time, I did not cry. I did not ask him to choose.
I accepted the offer, sold my assets, erased my name from his life, and waited for my birthday.
The day Vincent planned to propose again was the day I disappeared.
He could keep his guilt.
He could keep his fragile little Lilian.
I was done being the strong woman he never thought he had to save.