Blurb：
In this gripping mafia romance novel, Rosalie Moretti gets a second chance at life after being betrayed by her husband Vincenzo Marino. After dying in a fire set by Vincenzo and his mistress Adriana Costa, Rosalie wakes up as her 22-year-old self, determined to rewrite her destiny.
Instead of begging for Vincenzo’s love, Rosalie walks away from their engagement party and tears up their marriage contract. She builds her own fashion empire and finds true love with a man who respects her. But when Vincenzo realizes what he’s lost, he becomes obsessed with winning her back.
Will Rosalie succumb to Vincenzo’s desperate pleas, or will she embrace her new life of freedom and power? This story of revenge, redemption, and self-discovery set in the dangerous world of mafia families will keep you on the edge of your seat.
Key elements include:
– Strong female protagonist seeking revenge
– Mafia romance with dark themes
– Second chance at life storyline
– Fashion empire building
– Love triangle between Rosalie, Vincenzo, and new love interest
Content：
In my previous life, I married the Underboss of the Marino family to forge an alliance between our mafia families.
However, he treated me with nothing but cold indifference. In the end, he conspired with his mistress and left me to burn alive.
When I opened my eyes again, I was 22 years old once more. I was back at that party where he had locked me out for her sake.
This time, I did not cry. I simply turned and walked away.
I tore up our marriage contract myself, built my own fashion empire, and met a man who actually respected and loved me.
The irony of it all? The same man who once threw me away like garbage now chased after me like a mad dog, desperate to fix what he had broken.
“Rosalie, just come back with me now and I’ll pretend none of this ever happened!” His eyes were bloodshot as he begged.
I looked at him and laughed. What happened could not be erased just because he wanted it to be.
In this lifetime, I would bask in the sunlight and live just for myself.
Chapter 1
In my previous life, my mafia husband conspired with his mistress to let me burn alive. I never expected God to give me the chance to live again.
This time, I would make the complete opposite choice. I would escape far away and live well.
“Mr. Marino said no one from the Moretti family is welcome at his celebratory party.”
I looked at the burly bodyguard in front of me. His hand rested on the gun holster at his waist, his tone dripping with obvious contempt.
“Are you certain those are Vincenzo’s exact words?” I asked calmly.
“Word for word, miss.” He grinned. “Now, please leave.”
I stood outside the iron gates of the Marino family’s estate, staring at the brightly lit mansion inside.
Tonight was the celebratory party for Vincenzo Marino’s promotion to Underboss. Every important figure in Elgano’s mafia world was inside. However, I, Rosalie Moretti, Vincenzo’s fiance, was locked out.
I felt no anger, no heartbreak. Instead, I felt a strange sense of relief because I knew all of this would end.
I turned and walked toward the Maserati parked by the roadside. My heels clicked crisply against the gravel path.
The bodyguards whispered behind me, probably mocking the pitiful woman humiliated by her own fianc. However, they had no idea that I had already died once.
In my last life, I desperately tried to please Vincenzo to maintain the alliance between the Moretti and Marino families. I even pushed for our engagement myself.
I thought if I was docile and considerate enough, he would eventually fall in love with me.
I was absurdly wrong.
Though I married him as I wished, I was met with nothing but neglect after our wedding. Three years into our marriage, his first love, Adriana Costa, came back from Arup.
She arrived with a tragic story about being kidnapped by a rival family and a pitifully delicate face. Vincenzo believed every word she made up.
Even more ridiculous, when Adriana claimed the kidnappers knew her whereabouts because I had leaked the information, Vincenzo believed her without hesitation.
“You’re jealous of her, so you plotted to kill her.” That night, he said that to me with disgust brimming in his eyes. “You vicious woman!”
From that moment on, I became a prisoner of the Marino estate. Vincenzo placed me under house arrest in the west wing and had me monitored around the clock. I could not leave the estate, could not contact outsiders, and could not even call home.
He told everyone I was ‘ill’ and needed rest. Meanwhile, Adriana, the supposed victim, brazenly moved into the main bedroom and became the true mistress of the estate.
I was imprisoned for an entire year.
On that final night, flames devoured every inch of the west wing. When I woke up choking on smoke, I discovered the door had been locked from the outside. I shattered the window to try and escape, only to see Vincenzo and Adriana standing in the garden, quietly watching the fire.
Under the moonlight, Adriana’s belly was swollen and round. She was pregnant.
At that moment, I understood everything. This ‘accidental’ fire was meant to completely eliminate me as an obstacle.
As the flames burned my body, I heard Adriana’s laughter. It was clear, delighted, and filled with pure excitement.
Then, I died.
When I opened my eyes again, I was 22 years old. I came back to the night of the celebratory party for Vincenzo’s promotion to Underboss.
In my last life, I would have cried outside the gate, called to beg his forgiveness, and even knelt before those bodyguards while pleading to be let in.
I remembered how the night went down in my last life. I stood outside the gate for three hours. It was only after I twisted my ankle that I left in humiliation. After returning home, I called Vincenzo 17 times and sent countless apologetic text messages.
The next morning, I even bought his favorite Koban cigars and personally delivered them to the estate, kneeling before everyone to beg for his forgiveness.
Back then, I thought if I was humble and obedient enough, he would try to accept me. However, in this life, I felt nothing but gratitude that none of it had happened yet.
I had only one thought, and that was to escape.
I started the Maserati. The headlights illuminated the statue at the estate entrance.
The statue had witnessed much of the Marino family’s bloody history. It had also witnessed my humiliation and death in my previous life.
I rolled down the window, and the night breeze scattered my long hair. I took one last look at the brilliantly lit estate and smiled for the first time in what felt like forever.
Now that I had been given a second chance at life, I would start my life anew.
I said goodbye to Vincenzo and to that foolish version of myself.
I would live my life to the fullest this time, and I would tear up that damned marriage contract with my own hands.
Chapter 2
“Where are you going?”
The next day, I had just dragged my suitcase out of the closet when Vincenzo appeared in the doorway.
Adriana stood behind him, that familiar angelic face wearing a feigned expression of concern as she looked at me.
“Marise.” I continued packing my clothes without looking up. “For Fashion Week.”
Vincenzo sneered, “Fashion Week? This trick again.”
I stopped and looked at him. He wore a black tailored suit with his tie slightly loose. It was clear he had just rushed back from the party. The smell of alcohol wafted from him, mixed with expensive cologne.
“What trick?”
“This disappearing act of yours.” He walked into the room, disgust lacing his tone. “Every time I don’t do what you want, you vanish and strain relations between our two families. Then, you force me to compromise.”
It was true in my last life.
When I was 16 years old, I caught him kissing the school’s head cheerleader. In a rage, I ran to New Fay and hid for a month. The Moretti family thought I had been kidnapped and nearly went to war with the Marino family.
At 18 years old, he brought another girl to a charity ball. I ‘disappeared’ to Loseles. That time, the former Dons of both families personally intervened to mediate.
I admitted that my younger self was immature, always trying to get his attention this way. However, it was no longer like that.
Now that I had been given a second chance, I just wanted to cut ties quickly.
Adriana gently tugged at his sleeve. “Vincenzo, maybe Rosalie really just wants to go to Marise”
“Shut up,” I cut her off directly. “I’m not talking to you.”
Adriana’s face paled, tears instantly filling her eyes. “I was just trying to help mediate…”
“Mediate what?” I closed my suitcase and turned to face her. “You just want to pretend to care about me, don’t you? Or show him how kind you are?”
I knew her tricks all too well. In my last life, she gradually won everyone’s sympathy this way, including my family.
“Rosalie!” Vincenzo roared. “Are you insane? Adriana’s just trying to help!”
“I’m perfectly clear-headed.” I pulled up the handle of my suitcase. “Now, move. I have a flight to catch.”
Vincenzo snatched my passport and tore it to shreds right in front of me. The passport cover fluttered down onto the marble floor.
“You’re not going anywhere.” His voice was low and dangerous. “There’s an important family meeting tomorrow. You must attend.”
I knew about that meeting. In my last life, it was to discuss the details of our wedding. I had sat there like a doll, listening to the Don and core family members discuss my future. I had been delighted.
Yet now, I simply pulled out my phone calmly.
“Tony, prepare the backup passport,” I said to the person on the other end of the line. “Deliver it to the airport within ten minutes.”
“You…” Vincenzo stared at me in shock, clearly not expecting me to have such measures in place.
“I told you, I’m going to Marise.” I pushed my suitcase toward the door. “This is for work. Don’t read too much into it.”
In my last life, I missed Marise Fashion Week and let slip the opportunity to establish connections with directors of famous luxury brands. I missed all the career development possibilities that followed.
In this life, I would not make the same mistake again.
Adriana suddenly stepped forward and grabbed my arm. “Rosalie, please don’t go. Vincenzo’s just worried about your safety…”
The diamond ring on her hand was large and sharp. The moment I shook her off, the ring cut a bloody gash across my arm.
Adriana shrieked and fell to the ground, looking at me in fear.
“She hit me!” she cried to Vincenzo. “She’s trying to kill me!”
I looked down at the wound on my arm. Blood was running down my skin.
This woman was still as skilled at acting as she had been in my last life. Every move was carefully calculated and perfectly timed.
Vincenzo saw Adriana lying on the ground and flew into a rage. He drew the Beretta from his waist, the weapon that had accompanied him for years. It gleamed coldly under the lights.
He aimed the gun at me and roared, “Rosalie, you’re asking for it!”
Chapter 3
The butt of the gun slammed hard into my shoulder.
I heard the sound of bone dislocating, and searing pain instantly flooded my entire body. However, I did not fall and neither did I cry.
“Spoiled Principessa,” Vincenzo sneered as he put away his gun. “Your existence makes the air in this estate foul.”
He crouched down and gently helped Adriana up. “Does it hurt? I’ll call for a doctor.”
“No need. I’m fine.” Adriana weakly shook her head, her voice trembling. “I’m just frightened, that’s all.”
She looked past Vincenzo’s shoulder at me. In those clear eyes flashed a hint of triumph.
Just like countless times in my last life, she had successfully played the victim again.
I used my good hand to support myself against the wall, steadying myself. Everyone else in the room held their breath, waiting for this storm to end.
“I’ll leave the estate.” My voice was calm. “Very soon.”
Vincenzo said without turning back, “That would be for the best.”
Then, he carried Adriana out of the room, leaving me alone to face the bloodstains and pain. The bodyguards and maids in the estate had all seen what just happened, but no one dared step forward to help me.
They knew Vincenzo’s temper and what would happen if they offended him.
I leaned against the wall and slowly made my way to the phone, dialing the number of the family doctor.
“Dr. Romano, it’s me, Rosalie. I need you to come over. Yes, right away.”
An hour later, my shoulder was reset and my arm was secured with bandages. Elio Romano was an old friend of the Moretti family who had served us since I was a child.
“You need to rest for at least two weeks.” He packed up his medical kit, then paused. “Also, Ms. Moretti, this kind of injury isn’t caused by an accident.”
“I know.”
He looked at my calm expression. He wanted to say more but ultimately held back.
As the family doctor, he had seen too many consequences of violence and understood that in this mafia family, women were often put in even more dangerous situations.
“If you need any help…” He left the sentence unfinished, gathered his things, and left.
Three days later, I moved out of the Marino estate. This time, there were no tears or reluctance.
I hired a professional moving company and had everything that belonged to me moved to a penthouse apartment in downtown Elgano City.
It was a luxury apartment over 3,000 square feet, located in the prime area of Pica Avenue. I then began setting up my own fashion studio.
I thought about many things during that year of imprisonment in my last life. I often asked myself what I would do and what kind of person I would become if I could live again.
I wanted my own career and my own life. I would never depend on any man again. I would never sacrifice everything for ‘family’ again.
I contacted several designer friends in New Fay and Marise and began preparing to set up my personal brand. Although the Moretti family was part of the mafia, our legitimate businesses included high-end hotels and luxury goods trading, providing me with a solid business foundation.
One late night, a week after moving out, Vincenzo drunkenly called me while I was organizing design sketches.
“I’m at the club. Come here.” His voice was thick with alcohol, and the background music was deafening. “Now.”
“I’ve already moved out.”
“Moved out?” He paused for a few seconds, then let out a mocking laugh. “You’ve finally learned your lesson? Realized you’re not worthy of living in the Marino estate?”
I did not respond to his provocation.
In my last life, I would have cried bitterly over such humiliation. I would have proven my worth to him over and over again.
“Very good.” His tone suddenly turned vicious, the alcohol exposing his true nature. “Since you’re so sensible, go buy Adriana a million-dollar jewelry set as an apology gift. Then, get back to the estate and be my quiet fiance. I don’t want to hear any more complaints from you.”
“I refuse,” I said calmly, my fingers lightly brushing over the design sketches on the table. “I have a better proposal.”
“What?”
“I’ll leave Elgano, as you wish. We’ll never see each other again.”
With that, I ended the call.
Chapter 4
“Rosalie, get your ass back to Elgano. Now.”
Vincenzo’s cold and domineering voice came through the phone like a poisoned dagger.
I stood in my newly opened studio in the New Fay commercial district. Beneath my feet was polished concrete flooring, and the air carried a mix of fresh paint and champagne.
“Why?” I tucked the phone between my shoulder and ear, continuing to adjust the pieces on the wall.
“Family meeting.” His tone brooked no argument. “You didn’t attend the last one. The family council needs to renegotiate our wedding date.”
Wedding date. The words made my stomach churn.
In my last life, I sat through this so-called ‘meeting’ like a puppet on strings, listening to a group of men decide my future while foolishly believing it was the beginning of my happiness.
“I’m busy,” I refused tersely.
“This isn’t a request.” Vincenzo’s voice dropped lower. “I’ll say it again. Come back immediately.”
“I’m not available.”
“Rosalie!” he roared. “Don’t make me resort to force and drag you back here!”
“Do what you want.” I calmly ended the call, shutting out his furious bellowing.
Yet in the end, I went back anyway. It was not because of him but because of my father, the Don of the Moretti family. He called me personally.
His deep voice came through the receiver. “Rosalie, there are just some things you must resolve in person.”
I understood what he meant.
This was not just about my marriage. It concerned the Moretti family’s dignity. I could not let the family fall into a passive position because of me, whether in my last life or now. My family had given me real help over the years.
In my last life, I could not imagine how heartbroken Papa was when he learned of my death.
Three days later, I set foot on Elgano soil again. The estate I had fled from loomed like a dormant beast, quietly waiting for its prey to walk into the trap.
The family meeting was held in the estate’s council hall. On both sides of the long mahogany table sat the core members of the two families’ councils.
Vincenzo sat beside the head seat, his expression as dark as storm clouds. Adriana sat on his other side, playing the role of mistress of the house. She gently poured him tea.
“Rosalie is here,” Papa said, breaking the silence.
I walked straight to the head of the table and stood before everyone.
“I demand the annulment of my engagement to Vincenzo Marino.” My voice was clear and loud, without a trace of hesitation.
The council hall plunged into dead silence. Everyone stared at me in shock.
Vincenzo shot to his feet, and his chair scraped against the floor with a harsh screech. “Are you insane?”
“I’m perfectly clear-headed.” I looked at him coldly. “Vincenzo’s heart belongs to another, and my pride does not allow me to share a man.”
My gaze swept over Adriana, whose face had turned pale.
“This is impossible!” The Marino family’s Consigliere slammed his hand on the table. “This is a betrayal of both families!”
“On the contrary.” Papa’s voice rang out as he slowly rose to his feet, his powerful presence commanding everyone’s attention.
“It was the Marino family who first disrespected my daughter. My daughter deserves a husband who will love her wholeheartedly.”
He looked at Vincenzo, his gaze as sharp as a blade. “Vincenzo, do you have anything to say?”
Vincenzo’s face turned ashen. He could not say a word.
I took a deep breath, knowing the most critical step was over. I turned to leave, no longer wanting to see Vincenzo’s hypocritical face.
However, Adriana blocked my path.
“Rosalie, please.” She suddenly dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she looked at me. “Please let me and Vincenzo be together.”
She grabbed my hand, her icy fingertips making me shudder. “I’m… I’m pregnant. It’s Vincenzo’s child.”
Gasps echoed around us. I ignored her performance and tried to pull my hand away.
“Please, you can’t do this to us…”
The moment I yanked my hand free, she seemed to lose all strength. She threw herself backward and tumbled down the marble steps beside us.
Beneath her white dress, a glaring red stain rapidly spread. Everything seemed to happen in a flash.
“Adriana!” Vincenzo let out a piercing roar like an enraged beast and charged out of the council hall.
He saw Adriana lying on the ground, blood pooling beneath her. Then, he looked up at me standing on the steps, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
A resounding slap landed hard across my face.
My head snapped to the side. My ears rang, and my cheek burned with searing pain.
“Rosalie, you vicious woman!” he roared, his voice filled with despair and fury.
I slowly turned my head and looked at him, grief and rage written across his face as if he had lost everything.
Then, using all my strength, I slapped him back. The sound was equally sharp and loud.
“Rest assured,” I said, looking into his shocked eyes. My words were cold and deliberate. “As of today, I’m no longer your fiance.”
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