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First Life] Chapter 1.

"Make sure the abortion is clean. She isn't worthy of bearing my pups."

Those were the last words my mate, Lycan King Alaric, spat at me before throwing me into a freezing dungeon to die.

I held the ultimate power of Holy Maiden: whoever's Claim I accepted would instantly become the Lycan King.

I foolishly gave that crown to him, only to be rewarded with fifty years of torture so he could please his ordinary Lycan mistress.

But when I opened my eyes again, the Moon Goddess had pulled me back from hell.

I was sitting on the velvet sofa in the Monroe villa.

My father, Elder Arthur Monroe, handed me a thin file folder. It displayed the profiles of the five Royal Princes of the Sterling bloodline.

"Lia, the news from the Royal Lycans is in. The Claiming ceremony can't be delayed any longer," Arthur said gently.

"As the Holy Maiden, the Moon Goddess speaks through you. There are five sons. Whomever you accept a Claim from will become your Fated Mate and the next Lycan King. Have you decided?"

My gaze swept slowly across the five thin sheets of paper.

Alaric Sterling's photo was first.

He looked cold and noble, with a high bridge to his nose and thin lips pressed into a firm line. His dominating Lycan aura was palpable even through a simple photo.

Memories of my past life came rushing back like a flood.

He had gripped my chin, hissing, "your wolf and your Holy Maiden title disgust me"

He had roared with bloodshot eyes, his fangs bared, "If I had known that becoming the Lycan King meant mating with you, I would rather be an ordinary werewolf! I just want Chloe!"

He had marked and mated me with cold indifference every night, only to pull away every morning without a single glance back.

The pain, the hatred, the nights we spent tearing at each other with our claws until we were both bloody and bruised.

My father Arthur interrupted my memories, "Alaric is a fine Royal Prince. He's the most capable. Didn't you love following him around when you were pups? How about we go with Prince Alaric?"

I closed my eyes.

When I opened them, my finger slid across the papers and tapped firmly on the fifth photo.

"I choose Prince Ezra Sterling."

Arthur was stunned.

"The fifth Prince Ezra? But he just turned nineteen last month. This..."

"I choose him," I said softly but firmly.

"Dad, I've made up my mind."

Arthur stared at me for a few seconds. Seeing no hesitation in my eyes, he finally sighed. "Fine, if that is the Holy Maiden's decision."

"I'll head over to the Royal Palace and discuss the Claiming details."

He got up and left, leaving me alone in the living room.

I reached out and picked up the folder. I flipped back to the first page of the folder. There was the photo of the eldest Royal Prince, Alaric.

The man in the photo was still handsome and arrogant, possessing an innate sense of Royal Prince's superiority.

I stared at that face for a long time, until my eyes began to ache.

The Monroes and the Sterlings were generational allies and the two most powerful bloodlines.

Every two hundred years, a Holy Maiden would be born into the Monroe family, destined to mate with a Royal Prince. A mating had been arranged between their bloodlines long ago.

But in this generation, the Lycan King had five sons.

Therefore, the choice of a mate fell to me, the Holy Maiden, the closest Lycan to the Moon Goddess.

Whoever I chose would become the future Lycan King.

In my previous life, I had chosen Alaric without hesitation, full of joy at the thought of mating the Lycan I had loved since puphood.

But I was wrong.

After the Claiming ceremony, Alaric became a different Lycan.

He stopped smiling at me, stopped calling me Lia, and his wolf wouldn't even let me near him.

On our mating night, he went straight to the Lycan King's study and never stepped foot in the master bedroom again.

I cried and asked him why, and he only replied coldly, "Thalia Monroe, you are happy with the Claim you chose. I didn't."

I only found out later that Alaric already had someone else in his heart.

Chloe Carter.

She was just an ordinary Lycan, his academy sweetheart—the one that got away.

Because of her mediocre bloodline and immense ambition, the Royals had been dead set against her,forcing Alaric to accept my choice, Claim me, and become the Lycan King.

From then on, my mating bond became a prison for three Lycans.

Alaric gave all his tenderness to Chloe. He would hunt for her, remember every little thing her wolf liked, and stay up all night by her bedside when she was sick.

For me, there was only coldness and loathing.

He wouldn't mark me, yet he was forced to fulfill his duties to the Royal Pack to produce an heir.

He fucked me every time, but he dragged me to the healer to ensure I never bore his pups.

In my last life, the words Alaric said most often were—

"Thalia Monroe, if there is a next life, choose someone else to Claim you and become the Lycan King. I am willing to give up everything I have right now just to be with Chloe."

"You ruined my future with Chloe."

"I hate you."

I let out a soft laugh.

Fine then, Alaric. In this life, I'll give you what you wanted.

Closing the folder, I went back to my room and opened the bottom drawer of my dresser.

It was filled with things related to Alaric.

The carved bone trinkets he had casually handed me, the pen he had forgotten at my house, photos I had secretly taken during the Moon Festivals, and that cufflink he had dropped in my room while drunk—the one I had kept and never returned.

I took them out one by one, put them in a trash bag, tied it tight, and carried it downstairs to the bin outside the villa.

"Thalia."

A familiar, deep voice suddenly came from behind me.

I froze, then slowly turned around.

Alaric.

He was standing a few paces away. He was wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers.

Tall, fierce, and that cold, dominating Royal Lycan aura was exactly as I remembered it.

Looking at his face, I felt a momentary trance, as if the bloody wounds and painful past of my previous life were just a nightmare.

But I knew they weren't.

I had died once, in a cold, filthy cell.

"You..." Alaric stepped closer, his piercing gaze lingering on my face for a long time.

For a moment, his lips parted as if he was about to say something significant, but finally, he just knitted his brows.

"Thalia, you were reborn too, weren't you?"

Three years after I rejected my mate bond with Logan Blackthorn, the bastard shows up at my door, grinning like he still owns me.
"Mate," he says, his voice dripping with that Alpha confidence. "I kept my word. I'm here to re-mark you."
Three years ago, at a pack bonfire, he lost a round of truth or dare to Vivian — the she-wolf he grew up with.
Vivian's dare was simple.
"I wanna see if you and your Luna are really true mates."
"So reject your bond. Three years, no contact."
"If she lets you re-mark her after three years, I'll admit you two are the real deal."
He and Vivian never had boundaries. The lingering touches, the whispers, the way she always found a reason to be near him. We fought about it constantly.
I thought he'd say no.
But he agreed without hesitation. "Deal! A dare's a dare!"
His Beta warned him. "Think about this, Logan. Rejecting your mate is not a game."
Logan looked right at me, eyes glowing with that cocky Alpha certainty.
"I trust what we have. My Luna would never leave me."
"She'll take me back. I know it."
I said nothing.
He didn't know that was the last chance I ever gave him.
The memory fades. He holds out a bouquet of roses toward me.
I step back. Don't touch them.
"My mate doesn't like it when other males bring me flowers."
Logan's lips curl into a smug grin.
"Oh, you're mad?"
"Come on, come on, I'm here now, aren't I?"
"Easy, baby. Don't be upset."
His voice is soft, teasing — like he thinks I'm playing hard to get. Like he used to sweet-talk me out of every fight.
He reaches for me, arms open.
I take another step back. My face hardens.
"Back off, Alpha Blackthorn."
His hand freezes mid-air. His eyes stay locked on mine, warm and patient, like he's dealing with a stubborn pup.
"Okay. So you're really mad this time?"
"Tell me what it'll take. I'll do anything."
He still thinks a few pretty words will fix everything. Just like before.
He steps closer. I step back. He steps closer. I step back.
His eyes start to shift — darker, hungrier. The wolf behind them stirs, looking at me like prey.
"Logan. Three years is long enough to change everything."
He tilts his head, nods. "True."
My back hits the wall. Nowhere left to go.
He cages me in, both palms flat against the wall on either side of my head. The old move. Back when we were young and freshly mated, he loved pinning me against walls under the moonlight and kissing me senseless.
He leans in close, nose skimming along my throat. He's scenting me. Searching.
Then his whole body goes still. His wolf catches something — the faint, milky scent of a pup that clings to every mother.
"Did you have my pup?" His voice drops low. "A boy or a girl?"
One hand slides to my face, his thumb brushing my cheek.
The memory of that pup hits me like a blade through the ribs.
Three years ago, he knew I was carrying his pup when he stood in front of the entire pack and said the words.
*I, Logan Blackthorn, Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack, reject you, Clara, as my mate.*
Because Vivian dared him to.
Three years. Not a single call. Not a single message. Nothing.
And now he stands here, convinced I carried his pup to term and waited like a good little she-wolf for him to come back and re-mark me.
A bitter smirk pulls at my lips. Before I can tell him about the miscarriage, his phone rings.
He pulls it out. The screen lights up: *My Princess*.
That's his contact name for Vivian.
I've seen it a thousand times. The way he'd stroke Vivian's hair and call her his little princess — right in front of me, his actual Luna.
He answers immediately.
"Logan—" Vivian's whiny sob bleeds through the speaker. "Hurry, please, my cramps are so bad, it hurts so much..."
His wolf surges to the surface. I can see it in his eyes — pupils blown wide, jaw tight with worry. But not for me. Never for me.
"Don't be scared. I'm coming right now."
He hangs up.
He pats my head — quick, careless — like I'm a docile she-wolf with no teeth.
"Let me go check on Vivian. I'll come back for you later."
And just like that, he's gone.
1,095 Days
Vivian has always loved putting on a show.
After Logan left, she posted on social media like clockwork. A photo of her drenched in sweat, curled up in Logan's arms. Logan's hand gently rubbing her stomach.
Her caption: *He's been taking care of me since we were pups. No matter what he's doing, no matter who he's with — if I need him, he drops everything and comes to me. He's the best male in the whole world!!!*
I hit "like."
Not just that once. Every single day for three years, Vivian posted. Three years. 1,095 posts about how perfect her life with Logan was. I liked every single one.
She showed off everything. Logan gave her a credit card — spend whatever you want. She moved into the pack house, into what used to be our room. My things? She used what she liked and tossed the rest.
For three years, she and Logan did everything mates do.
I know she posted all of it for me to see.
Every "like" I gave was pure indifference. Not jealousy. Not pain. Just nothing.
But Vivian? She was convinced I was seething. Obsessed. Stalking her posts out of heartbreak.
The next time I see Logan, he walks into my café with Vivian on his arm.
They're wearing matching outfits. Brown tones, coordinated down to the jackets. Logan — who only ever wore plain, stiff suits — is now dressed in some trendy, casual blazer.
I remember asking him to wear matching outfits with me. Every time, he said an Alpha had to look the part, and he wasn't going to show up to pack business dressed like a pup.
Vivian scans my café, eyebrows raised. She looks surprised that I actually have something of my own.
Logan frowns at me.
"I gave you half the pack's resources when we split. Why are you working this hard?"
When we rejected the bond, I asked for half of everything. He handed it over without blinking.
I stop making the coffee in my hands. I look up at him, face blank.
"Because I want to. And it's none of your business."
Logan doesn't react. He still thinks I'm just mad at him.
Vivian puts on her sweetest smile. "Clara! It's been three years. How are you doing?"
"Fine."
She doesn't expect the calm.
Logan's phone rings. He steps outside to take the call.
The second he's gone, Vivian drops the act. The smile vanishes. What replaces it is pure, sharp triumph.
"Cut the hard-to-get crap. And don't get too excited."
She looks down at me, chin lifted, a smirk curling her lips.
"Even if Logan re-marks you — so what?"
"Helena never liked you. In her eyes, I've always been the perfect Luna."
"Logan's only doing this out of obligation."
"He asked my permission before coming to find you. I said yes."
"And you'll need to sign this before any re-marking."
"Oh — I wrote it myself."
She pulls a document from her bag and places it in front of me.
I glance down.
All of Blackthorn Pack's territory and assets — none of it mine. In public, I cannot claim the title of Luna. I must introduce myself as Logan's former mate. Nothing more.
I almost laugh. Almost.
I push the document back to her.
"If Helena loves you so much, how come you're still nothing after three years?"
"Logan's had you around all this time and still won't mark you. That's just sad."
Vivian's face twists. She raises her hand to slap me.
But behind her, footsteps approach — Logan, coming back.
She flips like a switch. Tears pour down her cheeks instantly. Her voice turns small, wounded, and unbearably sweet.
"Clara, I really do hope you and Logan can be together again."
"As his childhood friend, all I want is for him to be happy."
"This agreement is just a formality. Please don't be upset, okay?"
Same performance as three years ago. Nothing's changed.
And Logan? The second he sees her cry, his brain turns to mush. His wolf goes protective, his jaw tightens, and every ounce of logic leaves his body.
He can't tell right from wrong when Vivian's tears are involved.
Not Your Pup
"Vivian, what happened?"
Logan pulls Vivian into his arms, his eyes flooding with concern — all of it aimed at her.
Vivian shakes her head, playing the wounded saint.
"It's nothing. It's my fault. Don't blame Clara."
The more she says that, the more Logan believes I'm the one who hurt her.
"Clara!"
He turns on me, voice cold, eyes flashing. Pure Alpha Tone.
"Apologize. Now."
That tone. Like he's commanding a slave, not his former Luna.
A cold smile tugs at my lips.
He growls low, baring his teeth. "Vivian grew up with me. She's like a sister to me."
"She's family. Can you stop treating her like an enemy?"
"If not for yourself, then do it for me. Be nice to her. Please."
My face stays blank. I saw this exact scene a hundred times three years ago.
I'm so over it.
I'm about to tell them both to get out when my phone buzzes on the counter. A video call.
The screen reads: *My Little Pup*.
Logan sees the name. His eyes light up — bright, golden, wolf pushing to the surface.
He lunges for the phone, hitting accept before I can stop him.
I snatch it back. My two-year-old pup's round little face fills the screen.
"Mommy, I miss you."
Logan hears that word — *Mommy* — and his whole body vibrates. His wolf howls inside him. I can practically feel it.
He's convinced. He thinks I had his pup.
I say a few quick words to Asher. The second Logan reaches for the phone again, I hang up.
"Let me see my pup!"
He's grinning ear to ear now. All that anger from two seconds ago? Gone. Like it never happened.
Vivian's face quietly darkens.
"He's not your pup."
I lock my phone. My voice is ice.
"Stop showing up here. Both of you. You're a pair of delusional freaks."
Logan doesn't flinch. Still that same self-assured smirk.
"Come on, don't be mad."
"I really missed you and our pup."
It hits me then. A male this delusional won't believe I've moved on unless he sees my mate standing right in front of him.
Then he changes the subject.
"Helena's birthday is coming up."
"You're a great cook. Make a few of her favorite dishes."
"Use this as a chance to fix things between you two."
"Now that you've given her an heir, she won't give you a hard time anymore."
So he does know. Three years of being his Luna — three years of Helena tormenting me.
Helena despised me from day one. Low-born. No strong bloodline. Not fit to be Luna. Even though Logan marked me and made it official, Helena never once let me sit at the pack's table during gatherings.
If she was there, I wasn't allowed to eat with the pack.
I didn't like her either. We existed in cold silence — two she-wolves pretending the other didn't exist.
And through all of it, Logan said nothing. Did nothing.
A mocking smile curves my lips. I look at him and say:
"Logan, let me ask you something. Hypothetically."
"What if I cook a feast — and Helena still won't let me sit at the table?"
He hesitates.
"Just say something nice, soften her up."
"You know how she is. She barks loud but she doesn't bite."
Vivian chimes in sweetly: "Clara, there's no shame in a young she-wolf showing respect to an elder. Helena really softens up when someone gets on their knees and begs."
She's telling me to kneel.
I let out a dry laugh. My eyes lock onto Logan's dark gaze.
"Logan. Three years. Everything's changed."
"I have a new mate. And the pup is not yours."
Then I turn to Vivian.
"Why don't you try kneeling a little harder? Maybe you'll finally earn a spot inside the Blackthorn pack house."
They Took My Pup
Vivian bursts into tears.
"Me and my big mouth." She covers her face and runs out.
Logan's face goes dark. He shoots me a sharp look.
"Happy now, Clara? You made her cry. You unbelievable."
He chases after her.
My phone buzzes. A message from Kael:
*Project's done, my Luna. I'll be home tomorrow afternoon.*
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
Let Logan see Kael with his own eyes. Then maybe, finally, he'll stop.
The next morning, I've barely unlocked the café door when my phone rings. It's the pup nursery.
"Ma'am, a male and a female came by. They said they were Asher's father and his godmother. They... they took him."
My heart stops. Ice shoots down my spine.
I run.
I find my pup at the Blackthorn pack house.
Vivian has Asher sitting inside a dog crate. Surrounded by two cats and a big dog. He's crying so hard his face is beet red, his tiny chest heaving.
Asher has been allergic to cat fur since he was born. One touch and his skin erupts.
Red welts already bloom across his neck. He's gasping.
Vivian doesn't care. She's shoving a black cat into his little arms.
"Don't be scared, Asher. Kitty is three years old, that makes her your big sister."
"She's Auntie Vivian's favorite. Give her a hug. Don't be rude. You'll scare her with all that crying."
Asher jerks his hands back, terrified.
The cat's claws slash across his face. Three thin lines of blood.
He screams.
"You scared Kitty," Vivian coos. But her eyes — her eyes are locked on my pup like a predator.
"Get your hands off him! Who the hell let you near my pup?!"
I lunge forward, fangs aching to drop.
I'm inches from reaching him when a pair of arms locks around my waist from behind and drags me back.
Logan.
"Vivian was just being nice. She wanted Asher to have some playmates."
My eyes burn red at the edges. I whip around and slap him across the face.
"My pup is allergic to cat fur!"
"He doesn't play with cats!"
I lunge again. Logan grabs my wrist, crushing.
Vivian puts on that innocent, wounded face.
"It's Kitty's third birthday. She loves playing with pups."
"I just thought — since Asher's coming back to the Blackthorn Pack, they should get to know each other."
While she speaks, the black cat's claws rake across my pup's arms, his neck, his face. Crisscrossing scratches. Blood streaking his skin.
She adds sweetly: "Don't worry, my cats and dogs are all vaccinated. Very clean. Kitty even sleeps in my bed every night."
Watching my pup sob so hard he can't breathe — I thrash against Logan. Violent. My wolf is howling inside me.
Logan tightens his grip, voice soothing.
"Pups can't be raised soft, Clara."
"He's going to inherit the Blackthorn Pack one day. He needs to learn courage. Can't have the future Alpha scared of a cat."
Then — Asher's eyes roll back. His little body goes limp.
"He's going into anaphylactic shock!"
*Now* Logan understands.
I rip free, scoop my pup into my arms, and run for the healers.
Logan and Vivian follow.
In the healing room, Asher is rushed into emergency treatment. A healer hands me the consent form.
"We need a signature from the pup's father or mother."
Logan steps forward fast.
"I'm the father. I'll sign it."
He reaches for the paper — and a deep, thunderous voice cuts through the hall.
It rolls out with full Alpha Tone. Every werewolf in the room freezes.
*"Since when is my pup yours?"*

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Rebirth: Becoming the Mafia Princess I Never Wanted to Be

In my previous life, I was adopted by a regular family. My younger sister, Regina Capasso, was taken in by a mafia Don, resulting in her becoming the principessa of Etalia's most powerful mafia family.

Unexpectedly, Regina is cast out by the Don in her third year of getting adopted. She was forced to roam the streets as a homeless person till the day she died a terrible death.

I, on the other hand, got into a prestigious university thanks to my good grades. Then, I furthered my studies with my adoptive older brother, Dario Bivona. With hard work, I eventually became the rising star of the AI industry who was sought out by all.

With my adoptive parents' blessings, Dario and I ended up getting married and having our own children. My life was filled with peace and happiness.

After we're given a second chance at the same life, Regina makes an entirely different decision.

She rushes into Dario's arms and starts calling him by his name sweetly. Then, she takes my ex-parents' hands while gazing at me gloatingly.

"You should have a taste of what it feels like to be a principessa, Livia. I seriously can't endure another second in that cruel, unforgiving family!"

I look at Dario expectantly, hoping that he'll say something in my defense. But he shields Regina behind him while glaring at me icily.

"Stay away from my sister."

In the end, I slowly make my way toward the Rolls-Royce as Regina continues to look at me smugly.

Chapter 1

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.

She threw herself into Dario's arms and called his name in a sweet voice. Holding her adoptive parents' hands, she cast a smug glance at me. "Livia, you can take the role of the mafia Principessa. I'm not cut out for that life."

I looked at Dario, my husband in my last life, expecting him to say something, but instead, he shielded Regina like a prized possession. His cold gaze turned to me. "Stay away from my sister."

Dario had no memories of his last life. To him, I was just a stranger.

In the end, I walked toward the Rolls-Royce under Regina's triumphant gaze.

In our last life, when we had to choose, Regina had eagerly hopped into the Rolls-Royce.

She had turned around and said to me, smiling, "Livia, go live the tough life. I'm still young. I can't live that kind of life. You'll suffer for me, right?"

Regina got her dream life as the mafia Principessa, but her expression grew darker with every passing day.

This time, without hesitation, she made the opposite choice.

That confirmed my suspicions. She, too, had been reborn.

When the Vicino family came to pick me up, there was only a butler and a driver.

"Signorina, shall we go?"

The butler, sitting in the front seat, silently observed me through the rearview mirror.

About ten minutes into the drive, he passed me a file. "I'm the Vicino family's butler, Sabele Recchio. Here are some things to keep in mind when you get to Vicino Estate. There's still some distance to go, so take a look.

"The mafia is all about rules, so be careful not to step out of line. Don and Donna Vicino are good people. While their son may have a bit of a temper, he's loyal and caring."

"Va bene. I'll keep that in mind," I replied.

Sabele smiled at my reply.

The car soon arrived at Vicino Estate. When we stopped, Sabele's voice came from the front seat. "Signorina, did you remember everything?"

"Sì, I did."

I followed Sabele into the luxurious mansion, which looked like a palace.

"Don Vicino, she's here," Sabele called out.

A tall man holding a cup of coffee turned from the floor-to-ceiling window. His gaze swept over me, taking me in. His deep voice rang out as he sat down on the couch, waving me over. "Come here. What's your name?"

"Livia."

He nodded. "No need to change your name. Just take the Vicino surname. From now on, you'll be our Principessa."

He looked at me with approval, clearly pleased with my composure.

"I'm your papa, Alano Vicino. From now on, this is your home."

He gestured to the beautiful woman by his side. "This is your mamma, Imelda Totino. If you need anything, just tell her. Don't be shy."

"Va bene. Grazie, Papa, Mamma," I replied, smiling.

I followed Sabele up the stairs.

The walls were adorned with expensive oil paintings, and the chandelier above was made from real diamonds. The staircase alone was so magnificent that it almost took my breath away.

In my last life, I had earned all this with my own hard work. Seeing it again now barely stirred anything inside me.

Sabele glanced back at me, surprised by my lack of reaction.

When we reached the second floor, he respectfully said, "Ms. Vicino, this is the room Don Vicino prepared for you. You can rest here. I'll come get you when dinner's ready."

The door opened, revealing a large room, all in shades of pink.

As I stepped inside, I was instantly enveloped in a cocoon of warm pink.

The walls, curtains, and bed canopy were all a soft pink. Even the headboard and vanity were lined with brand-new, tagged pink dolls.

The air smelled faintly of soothing fragrance.

Clearly, the Vicino family was being very generous with me.

A wave of joy filled my heart.

Everything in the room was on a level that most people could only dream of. And yet here I was, obtaining it all so effortlessly from my adoptive parents. I didn't even have to fight the way to the top as I did in my last life.

This time, I would make sure I achieved even greater success than before!

Chapter 2

I was smiling, daydreaming about the bright future ahead, when, suddenly, the door was kicked open with a loud bang.

My brain froze as I turned around and saw a massive Mastino charging toward me.

Just as the dog knocked me to the ground, I noticed a young man leaning lazily against the doorframe. He looked a little childish but already exuded an air of toughness. His muscular arms were covered with two crossed pistol tattoos.

At that moment, he was looking at me with disdain.

He was Pardo Vicino, Alano's only son.

If all went well, he'd be the next Don of the Vicino family in a few years.

Suddenly, Pardo's expression shifted. He looked surprised and asked, "Why didn't it attack you?"

The Mastino was known for its ferocity. In the mafia world, it was often raised as a fighting dog. In my last life, this very dog had killed many traitors within the family, earning a reputation as a deadly killer.

But now, as Pardo asked his question, I was sitting up, holding the dog in my lap.

"It's so cute. What's its name?" I asked.

"Shado," he blurted, then raked a hand through the stray hairs on his forehead, his expression clouding with regret.

Shado sat on my lap, rubbing its big head against my shoulder. I took some jerky out of my pocket and fed it to the dog, which then sat quietly, focused on chewing its treat.

In my last life, to ensure my safety, I'd lived and slept with a Mastino for years. I knew how to handle it better than Dario.

I looked up at Pardo. "Ciao, Pardo. I'm Livia."

His initial disdain turned into curiosity. "You're that orphan? You're brave. I'll give you that. You even managed to tame Shado. How did you do it?"

Pardo, Alano's spoiled only son, had a straightforward yet ruthless personality.

In my last life, under peer pressure, he agreed to race in the mountains and ended up in a car accident that cost him both legs. Confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, he grew even more ruthless, earning the nickname "Grim Reaper" within the mafia.

Not hearing a response from me, he scoffed and said, "Shado, let's go."

In just a few days, school would start again. Before that, Sabele took me on a tour of the estate to familiarize me with every corner of the mansion.

During these days, I didn't see Pardo or Shado. I also didn't encounter Alano or Imelda. They seemed to be busy with their own affairs.

Soon after returning to my room, there was another knock on the door. Sabele entered and handed me a digital tablet with various schedules on it.

"Ms. Vicino, these are the training plans arranged by Donna Vicino for you. She hopes you'll grow quickly during this time. Please take a look and determine if it's achievable."

"I can do it," I replied without hesitation.

Looking at the packed schedule on the tablet, I felt excitement bubbling inside me. In my last life, though I had climbed to the ranks of the nouveau riche, the mafia family's training was a world completely closed off to outsiders.

Now, I had direct access to it without having to work for it. How could I not be thrilled?

Sabele shot me a meaningful look, then continued with some additional instructions.

The next few days were hectic. I was like a circus performer, juggling countless tasks. I absorbed knowledge as if I were a sponge.

I woke up every morning to run drills and spent my days in school. After classes, the driver, Gildo Labate, took me to the shooting range and boxing ring. Even after returning home, there were tutors to teach me about the family history and how to better assist Pardo.

While I was learning, I also resumed my efforts online. In my last life, I was known as a rising star in the AI industry, but secretly, I was the world's top hacker.

I finally saw Alano and Imelda again a month later when my test results came in.

Imelda smiled and waved when she saw me. "Livia, come sit."

I walked over and sat on the nearby couch.

She asked gently, "How's the studying going?"

I handed her the various test results I had from my bag.

Imelda looked through the perfect scores and gave me a satisfied smile. "Very good. I knew I made the right choice with you. Pardo has been thoroughly spoiled by his papa and me. He's quite naive, so I'll need you to guide him whenever necessary."

She was well aware of Pardo's clueless nature and hoped I could help manage him.

"Once he becomes the Don, you'll be the Underboss. What do you think?"

With a composed smile, Imelda laid her demands and her bargaining chips flat on the table.

Without a moment of hesitation, I immediately responded, "Sure, Mamma."

She smiled again and nodded in approval.

Chapter 3

Imelda handed me a card, granting me a day off. Gildo drove me to the city center.

As soon as I stepped out of the car, I spotted a familiar face—Regina.

She was wearing a red-and-white mascot costume. When I saw her, she was holding the oversized mascot head with one hand while using a flyer to wipe the sweat off her forehead with the other. Her pale face had turned bright red from the heat.

Just as I was about to turn and leave, I noticed a young man rushing toward her. It was Dario.

He, too, was holding a thick stack of flyers. He hurried over to Regina and used the flyers to fan her.

"Regina, are you okay? Can you hold on a bit longer? If you're too tired, we can go home."

Hearing the concern in his voice, Regina weakly smiled. "I'm fine, Dario. I can continue. Isn't it almost time for your tutoring session? Go ahead and get to class. I'll be fine alone."

In my last life, I did the same thing—working multiple jobs every day. I had no time for breakfast in the mornings and would rush off to do odd jobs after school. On weekends, I'd be out handing out flyers in the busiest part of town, braving the heat and cold.

Only by doing all this could I earn the chance to attend school at my adoptive parents' family.

To pay for college tuition, I even worked as a waitress at a bar after graduating from high school. I endured all kinds of harassment, just so I could make a few extra bucks.

I turned to walk toward the building when suddenly, Regina, still in her mascot costume, blocked my path.

"Livia?"

When she saw the Hermès bag in my hand, a flash of jealousy crossed her eyes.

"You sure seem to be living the good life. But don't forget, the mafia devours people whole. You might end up dead in the streets one day."

I looked at her without responding.

Unable to hold back any longer, she started bragging about her adoptive parents.

"My parents treat me so well. Dario even more so. He tutors me after school and brings me all sorts of snacks."

"Oh," I replied, my voice cold and indifferent.

My reaction seemed to finally irritate her. Her face flushed as she was about to say something, but Dario walked over just in time.

"What did you do to my sister?" he asked, his gaze sharp as he stood protectively in front of Regina.

Ignoring him, I bypassed them and walked into the mall.

Behind me, I heard Regina's voice full of schadenfreude. "Dario, why were you so harsh with her? She's my sister…"

I used Imelda's bank card to purchase many luxury goods—too many to carry by myself —so I called Gildo to pick me up.

Just as I was about to get in the car, Regina's mocking voice reached my ears. "Hmph! What's the point of buying all this stuff? You're going to die anyway."

I raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Chapter 4

Gildo helped me carry the mountain of shopping bags into the living room.

As soon as I stepped inside, I heard a sharp voice cutting through the air. "You really went all out, huh? Do you really think you're the Principessa of the Vicino family now?"

I ignored his mocking tone and sweetly greeted him, "Pardo, long time no see. I got you a gift. Wait right here. I'll grab it for you."

With that, I took the box from Sabele's hands and placed it on the coffee table in front of Pardo. "Pardo, here's a gift for you. Open it and let me know if you like it."

He sneered as he opened the box. "You're from the slums. What kind of gift are you going to pick out? Don't tell me you brought back some junk."

But as soon as he saw what was inside, his tone shifted dramatically. "The latest gaming laptop!"

I couldn't help but smile when I saw Pardo's surprised expression. It seemed like I made the right choice with this gift.

Although a laptop like this wasn't much to the Vicino family, Pardo had been denied his allowance because of his lack of ambition, and he couldn't afford the latest version himself.

When he noticed my smile, his expression immediately hardened, and he tried to act indifferent as he grabbed the box. "You really know how to win people over. I guess you're quite a good person."

With that, he hurried off, clutching the box.

Sabele shot me a look filled with approval.

"Sabele, can you gather everyone? I got gifts for everyone."

After a brief moment of surprise, Sabele turned to call the others.

I handed out the gifts one by one. Everyone seemed genuinely touched. They expressed their gratitude with heartfelt thanks.

As the group was about to leave, Alano and Imelda returned.

Seeing everyone smiling and clutching gifts of various sizes, they turned toward Sabele.

"Why is everyone gathered here?" Alano asked.

"Don Vicino, Ms. Vicino gave everyone gifts. Everyone's really moved."

I picked up two boxes and approached them. "Papa, Mamma, these are gifts for you. I hope you like them."

Alano opened the gift to reveal a pair of exquisite cufflinks. His eyes lit up with a smile. "Grazie. I really like them."

Imelda took the rose-shaped brooch I handed her and smiled warmly as she gazed at me. "Livia, I love it. Grazie."

With that, she pulled my hands into hers and lightly patted the back of my hand. "You know how to show gratitude. That's a good trait."

Everything seemed to be falling into place. I was growing quickly under the guidance of various tutors.

After the graduation ceremony, the teachers swarmed Imelda, raving about how I grasped everything with incredible speed, precision, and ease.

At dinner, I stepped into the dining room to find both Imelda and Pardo already seated.

When Imelda saw me, she waved me over. "Livia, come sit by me. Your teachers are all full of praise for you. They say you've already finished all your high school courses. Do you want to join the family business now and start learning about family affairs with Pardo?

"I originally planned to let you finish high school first, but you're so impressive. You've already completed your high school courses."

"Sounds good to me. What's the point of finishing high school anyway?" Pardo immediately chimed in.

Noticing his excitement, I smiled and turned to Imelda. "Mamma, if it's possible, I'd still like to finish high school with Pardo before joining the family business. Would that be okay?"

Chapter 5

On the first day of school, Pardo sat in the car, looking thoroughly impatient.

I didn't expect him to wait for me, so I ran toward him, shouting, "Pardo, are you waiting for me?"

He snorted and responded, "Stop shouting. Get in, or I won't forgive you if we're late."

Just before getting out of the car, he finally turned and glared at me. "Listen up, don't tell anyone at school you're my sister. If you do, don't blame me for what comes next."

Upon hearing that, Gildo immediately turned around to comfort me. "Don't be upset, Ms. Vicino. Mr. Vicino just talks tough, but he's actually soft-hearted."

Smiling, I nodded at Gildo, then quickly walked toward the school.

At the school gates, I saw Regina and Dario surrounded by a crowd.

"Are you Dario Bivona? The one who took the top spot in the entrance exams?"

"They're wearing cheap clothes. If they didn't have good grades, how would they have gotten into this prestigious school?"

The onlookers pressed in, hurling malicious questions at them. Dario shielded Regina in front of her.

"Class is about to start. Get inside now."

The crowd broke apart as a teacher approached. Just as I was about to follow Pardo out, I heard Regina's voice call out. "Livia?"

She blocked my path.

"Livia, it's really you? Did you get into this school too? What's your rank? I didn't see your name on the list."

Dario grabbed Regina and shouted at me, "Stay away from my sister!"

I didn't bother to engage with them and simply walked around them and headed into the school. But I couldn't miss the flash of jealousy in Regina's eyes.

With my memories from my last life, all the courses felt effortless.

Pardo, however, still spent his days immersed in the digital world, routinely sleeping in class or playing games.

We had agreed to meet in the car every night to head home together.

Even though he still wore a grumpy expression whenever we met, he always stood up for me whenever the other rich heiresses picked on me.

A month had passed, and our relationship had gradually softened. We could even exchange a few words in the car now.

Then, one night, after a month had gone by, I waited in the car for an hour, but Pardo never showed up. His phone was unreachable.

It suddenly hit me. Earlier that day, some classmates had mentioned a race.

The location of the race was the mountain area where Pardo had crashed and lost his legs in my last life.

No! I couldn't let him get into another accident!

I started frantically banging on the seat, urging Gildo to take me to the northern mountain range.

By the time we arrived, the race had already started. Several sports cars zoomed past me, and I spotted Pardo's red car, swerving out of control as it crashed into the mountainside.

"Pardo!"