I Changed the Fate Draw, So the Don Lost His Wife

The Boss of Bosses, Salvatore Vitale, had been circling me for five years, and I never once lifted my eyes to meet his. To him I was nothing but one more name in the arranged-union draw, one more daughter he intended to collect. Whoever was chosen on the eve of his wedding became the wife of the most powerful Don in the city. And I knew, with the certainty of a woman who had already died once, that I was bound to be picked.

I had died before. In my last life I was the chosen bride, the one every daughter in every family envied.