Reborn For Escaping From The Mafia Family Novels & Stories

He was lifting his fist for another blow when I grabbed his arm. "Let it go, Nate." With this second chance at life, all I wanted was to properly make up for my poor son. As for Judy, I'd deal with her eventually—but there was no rush. That night, we completed the transfer to another hospital. While packing up in the hospital room, I overheard whispers from behind the curtain next door. My sister tried to lower her voice, but her excitement was impossible to hide. "I've been reborn. My son, Phillip, will become a big boss in the future."

She asked quietly. He nodded. “All will be revealed. For now I just want to thank the Goddess I am with my family and we will soon be going home.” More townspeople gathered round them eager to hear the story of Toby’s miraculous survival. At the other end of the courtyard Jerry was reuniting with his own family and it wasn’t as warm as Toby’s. Mona had been in the solar eating fruit and seething with anger as she remembered her confrontation with Councilman Som. He will pay for his insolence, she kept thinking, him and that lowlife peasant. Her hateful mind was going through different ways of causing them pain, when she heard a noise.

It was where I was born and where he had once nearly died until I dragged him back from the edge of death. He stayed silent for a long time before saying quietly, “Find them. Stay close, and keep me updated at all times.” He ended the call and stood for a long time. He understood better than anyone what Izela meant to me. I had suffered far too much humiliation there and endured far too many beatings I never should have taken in the first place. He was the one who had dragged me out of that hell himself, and now I had taken our son back there. At that moment, something seemed to weigh heavily on his chest. However, before he could think further, a soft body pressed against his back.

His eyes were ice-cold, devoid of any remorse. "This is between you and me. Mia has nothing to do with it." He leaned down, lowering his voice to a bare whisper, a naked threat in his tone. "All these years, you've been killing yourself working, just to pay for your adoptive mother's heart surgery in Chinatown, right?" "I heard they finally found a donor match?"

During the adoption in my last life, my younger sister, Regina Capasso, was the first to choose the mafia Don. But three years later, she was kicked out of the family and tragically died on the streets. Meanwhile, I rose to fame in the AI industry, married my adoptive brother, Dario Bivona, and lived a happy life. Now, given a second chance, Regina jumped right into Dario's arms. It turned out that she was also reborn.

Those codes were our backbone, our tradition. I met the gaze of the old Dons, the stunned underbosses. I finished, my tone shifting to something almost fanatically earnest. “From this day forward, the only law in my Family, my only rule… will be whatever Isabella says it is.”

I sometimes wonder what in the ever loving f**k would he do that. I didn't even know how I got the chance to be back fifteen years in the past when I was twenty five and her twenty two. All I know is that I vowed to take revenge on my brother for all the wrong he did her and that if there is another chance at life I won't let her get away. I guess I didn't think the marriage thing properly but hey it is what it is I remember the exact moment I realized I was reborn... well sort of reborn...

The next week was the Blood Moon, the day I was supposed to form a mate bond with Nyxen Stormborn, the future Alpha of the Eclipse Pack. Instead, I stood before the Pack Elders, slicing my palm to void the contract. In my past life, I had been Nyxen’s ultimate weapon. I used my Pack's strong background to fight his wars, expand his borders, and secure his throne. I took silver blades to the chest for him, believing his whispered promises that I was his ultimate mate. But as I lay dying in the pack hospital from a poisoned rogue blade, he didn’t rush to my side. Through the glass, I saw him holding Aphra—a fragile, scentless Omega orphan my family had sheltered. He looked at my fading body wi

In my previous life, I gave my crush one of my corneas and helped him to restore his right to inherit his mafia family. But when he regained his sight, my family chose to have my older sister marry him instead of me. My own family exiled me, and I died on the night of wedding between him and my sister. Then I'm reborn—back before I was exiled . I stood in my father's study—Vittorio Rossi, the Don of our family. The air smelled of aged whiskey and cigars.

When Lilith, the woman my fiancé Andrew had never gotten over, was kidnapped and used as leverage by a rival family during a critical transfer of power, I urged him to put the Family first and wait until our internal affairs were stable before rescuing her. By the time he became Don and went after her, Lilith's body had already been dumped in the wilderness. She had died horribly. Andrew never blamed me. If anything, he treated me better than ever and refused to let anyone defy me. Later, after seizing control of both families, he slaughtered my people. His first act was to deliver me to the rival family bound to mine by a blood feud. He stood by while they tortured me to death. He stood ove