After My Death, I Became the One They Could Never Find

After rebirth,, I tore the letter apart with my own two hands. Every crest, every gilded line from the Valente-arranged future they had planned for me, ripped down the middle and let to fall. And I turned my back on the passionate courting of the two young capos who had once made half the territory hold its breath.

Because in the life before this one, I had chosen one of them. Lorenzo. And he had run to Livia on the very day of our blood-bound union, left me kneeling at an altar that meant nothing, and shamed my Nonna so deeply that the old woman who had leaned on me her whole life simply…