Fate Reloaded

On the day of the ambush, my stepsister, Vivian Giordano, once shoved me into a dead-end alley to save herself.

This time, she did not. Instead, she gave me the chance to escape and ran straight toward the enemies herself.

Only then did I realize that, like me, she had been reborn.

In my previous life, I was rescued by Luca Moretti, the Mafia Boss's heir, and married into power, while Vivian was eaten alive by jealousy and regret.

Now that fate had reset, Vivian was determined to seize what she thought should have been hers.

Unbeknownst to her, the man she is running toward is not salvation. Luca is the beginning of an even darker nightmare.

Chapter 1

In my previous life, when our enemies were closing in, Vivian Giordano, my stepsister, shoved me into the narrow alley they were chasing us through, buying herself precious time to escape.

This time, she did not do that. Instead, she handed the chance to survive to me.

"Jules, run!" she shouted urgently. "As long as you make it to the main street, the Morettis' soldiers will be there to save you!"

She herself, however, rushed into the alley with undisguised excitement, running straight toward the direction the enemies were coming from.

In that moment, I understood that Vivian had been reborn, too. Otherwise, she would never have given up her chance to survive and handed it to me.

I did not hesitate for even a second. I turned and bolted toward the street, and just like in my previous life, I ran into the same unit that had once saved her.

Vivian's former husband, Caporegime Marco Santoro, was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a full beard. His presence alone was oppressive. Even the men who fought alongside him did not dare stand within half a meter of him.

Vivian was terrified of him. Even after becoming his wife, she would scream in panic whenever he came near.

That pitiful man was now leading his soldiers in a brutal sweep, eliminating the remaining enemies.

He stood far away from me, yet the voice he called out carried clearly, unexpectedly pleasant to the ear.

"Ma'am, I am Caporegime Marco Santoro. Do not be afraid. I will escort you home."

Suppressing the fear rising in my chest, I lowered my head slightly, my tone filled with gratitude.

"Thank you for saving me, Caporegime. I am Julia Giordano, the eldest daughter of the Giordano family. Please take me home."

I knew very well that my father, Victor Giordano, would never miss an opportunity to climb higher through connections like this, yet I still asked him to send me home.

After all, I did not dare take the risk. If I ran into even a single enemy left behind, a fragile woman like me would have no chance of surviving.

"There is no need to be so polite. It is my honor!"

Marco waved his hands in a fluster, but the movement was far too large. The long gun in his grip slammed into the corner of the wall, the barrel snapping clean off as it clattered to the ground, making me jump in fright.

He bent down sharply to retrieve it, only for his backside to slam straight into a patrol car.

The brand-new vehicle caved in with a deep dent, its alarm shrieking sharply through the street.

The soldiers rushed over, their voices filled with helplessness and despair.

"Caporegime sir, please stay where you are and do not touch anything. The family's firearms and vehicles cost a bomb. If you keep dismantling them, the Boss will skin us alive!"

Marco froze in his bent posture and obediently did not move an inch. Beneath his messy hair, the tips of his ears flushed so red they looked like they might bleed.

I could not help laughing.

The fear I had felt toward Marco eased slightly, and an absurd thought surfaced unbidden.

He was... kind of cute?

I hurriedly crushed that thought.

Thinking that the Moretti family's most ferocious Caporegime was cute would make anyone think I had lost my mind if they heard it. That man who could scare children into crying had nothing to do with the word "cute".

In my previous life, he had terrified Vivian so badly that she suffered nightmares every night and nearly chose to end her life.

That was why, in this life, she would rather risk being mistakenly killed by our enemies than be rescued by him.

Of course, the most important reason was something else entirely. She knew that even without the soldiers, she would not be in danger because she would soon encounter the Mafia Boss's heir, Luca Moretti, along with his entourage.

In my previous life, Luca had rescued me in time and then pursued me relentlessly.

Not long after, we held a grand wedding.

Vivian had been so consumed by jealousy that her eyes turned red as she stood among those seeing me off, muttering to herself over and over again, "I should've been the Boss's wife. If only I had met the heir first."

Now that she had been given a second life, she could not wait to seize what she believed was her rightful happiness.

What she did not know was that meeting Luca was not the beginning of happiness at all.

It was the start of an even more terrifying nightmare.

Chapter 2

When Marco escorted me back home, my father was already waiting at the gate with a line of servants, greeting us respectfully.

Our Giordano family was nothing more than a peripheral branch under the Moretti family. My father dreamed day and night of elevating our standing.

So when he saw Marco standing close beside me, his narrow eyes instantly lit up with undisguised greed.

He respectfully invited Marco into the reception room, while I returned alone to my bedroom.

I knew it would not be long before I would be forced to marry him, just like Vivian had in my previous life.

Nevertheless, I did not feel resistant at all.

Sure enough, after Marco left, my father did not ask for my opinion even once before announcing, brimming with joy, the news of my engagement to him.

At the same time, Luca and his entourage escorted Vivian back in grand fashion. The news that she was about to become the wife of the Mafia Boss's heir spread through the entire family like wildfire.

Vivian was glowing with excitement. When she saw me, she put on a show of guilt and spoke softly, "Jules, if it had been you in that alley that day, you would've probably ended up being the heir's wife..."

Standing beside her, Luca lifted his head and fixed his gaze tightly on me, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips, its meaning unclear.

I felt like prey locked onto by a venomous snake. A chill crept up my spine in an instant.

When Vivian noticed the exchange of looks between us, she assumed I was coveting her fiance. She immediately shot me a vicious glare.

She wrapped her arm tightly around Luca's, her tone dripping with malice.

"Oh, you can forget about ever becoming his wife now. I'm the one he likes. And you? You are going to marry Marco, the most terrifying Caporegime in the Moretti family. God, how frightening. Poor Jules."

Her words seemed to make Luca lose interest in me. He casually looked away.

Only then did my tightly wound heart finally relax. My back was already soaked with cold sweat, clinging uncomfortably to my clothes.

In that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude toward Marco. I even found myself looking forward, just a little, to marrying him.

In truth, he was not as terrible as Vivian believed.

In my previous life, she had been terrified of him. Whenever he came near, she would scream, even throwing things at him.

However, he never laid a hand on her. Instead, he had considered her feelings and would rather stay with the troops than return home.

Vivian had guarded an empty house alone and felt unbearably lonely. She would occasionally run into Luca accompanying me on the street.

Luca was gentle and attentive, serving me with care. I did not even need to lift a hand while eating. He smiled the entire time as he fed me bite by bite.

That was when Vivian's jealousy reached its peak.

While Luca went to wash his hands, she had dragged me up to the rooftop. She had grabbed my arm, her face twisted with rage.

"Why does everything always work out for you? You should have been torn apart when you fell into their hands. Instead, you got a powerful, gentle husband, and Im condemned to spend my life with a monster. Go to hell."

She had then shoved me off the thirtieth floor.

In the final instant of my fall, I grabbed onto her, and the two of us fell to our deaths together.

Then we were both reborn.

In this life, we each made choices completely different from before.

She got what she wanted, encountering the Mafia Boss's heir on a street riddled with gunfire and becoming his wife.

I changed my own fate as well.

Marco looked terrifying, but to be honest, I would rather marry him than spend even one more second near Luca.

Vivian thought Luca was a gentle, considerate, perfect gentleman.

Unbeknownst to her, marrying him was the true beginning of her nightmare.

Chapter 3

Vivian chose to hold her wedding on the same day as mine. It was deliberate. Her goal was to make me the contrast to her happiness.

She wore a wedding gown inlaid with 999 diamonds, looking at me with undisguised pride.

"Sorry, sister," she said lightly. "I forgot that, given it's the Boss's heir's wedding, the entire family will be attending. There probably won't be anyone left to go to your ceremony."

I calmly adjusted the hem of my gown and did not respond to her provocation.

This might be the most glorious moment of her life. Tomorrow, she might not be able to smile anymore.

Father rushed into the dressing room and spoke to Vivian in the gentlest voice, "Viv, are you ready? His people are here to pick you up."

When he turned and saw me, his expression immediately darkened.

"Julia, why are you still here? Don't disturb Vivian while she is getting ready. I don't have time to attend your wedding today. Take a cab yourself later."

I nodded calmly, lifted my skirt, and walked out of the Giordano estate.

Luca's entourage had already arrived at the gates. More than a dozen flashy luxury cars blocked the entrance. When Vivian stepped outside, waves of whistles erupted.

Luca stood at the front holding a bouquet, with one hand in his pocket, a wicked smile playing at the corner of his lips.

Vivian was thrilled. She rushed over, threw her arms around him, and gave him a passionate kiss.

Meanwhile, I slipped out quietly through the side entrance.

Waiting there was the wedding car Marco had prepared for me long ago, a low-profile black Lincoln. The car departed silently, just as it had arrived, without drawing any attention.

The heir's wedding was grand and overwhelming.

At mine with Marco, only a few of his close comrades attended. During the ceremony, his face remained taut the entire time. Even his body looked stiff. His severity weighed down the atmosphere.

A few of his comrades had originally planned to joke around, yet they could not withstand the oppressive aura radiating from him. They set down their gifts and hurried away. The pressure around him seemed to grow even heavier.

Even the priest stumbled several times while reciting the vows.

I began to feel uneasy.

Was he dissatisfied with me as his wife? Was he resisting this marriage?

My mood sank.

The ceremony ended hastily.

By the time we returned to his villa, I was exhausted and began removing my veil.

He seemed restless. He tugged at his tie several times, yet failed to loosen it.

I hurried forward, wanting to help him undo it.

He immediately looked tense and stepped back sharply, accidentally knocking over a bottle of fragrance on the table.

The glass bottle shattered on the floor.

He sucked in a breath and crouched down in a fluster to pick up the shards. In the process, he cut his palm. Embarrassed, he tried to clench his fist to hide the wound, then hissed in pain.

I quickly cupped his hand in both of mine.

The instant our skin touched, his entire body stiffened. Amid the heavy scent of jasmine, color crept from his neck up to the tips of his ears.

I focused on his palm, frowning slightly.

A shard of glass was embedded deep in his hand. Blood dripped onto the carpet, stark and alarming.

He struggled to pull his hand away, but I looked up at him, my tone turning firm.

"Do not move."

He froze instantly, not daring to shift even a fraction.

Once I finished treating the wound, he fled into the bathroom as if escaping.

At first, I thought he disliked me and did not even want me to touch him. Only after he finished showering and came out did I realize I was wrong.

He still did not dare meet my eyes, yet he slowly walked over and stopped in front of me. Moisture still clung to him. A robe hung loosely over his shoulders.

The muscles in his chest stretched the neckline open, revealing sharp, attractive collarbones. The thin silk robe clung tightly to his skin, the contours of his abs clearly visible.

I had not expected such explosive physicality beneath that bulky, imposing frame. My face burned as I looked away.

Only then did the realization hit me.

Was he trying to seduce me?