A Second Chance in Life

I was sent back in time to the very day my sister and I had to choose our mafia husbands. This time, though, I discovered I could hear people’s thoughts.

In my previous life, my sister married Caspian, a violent brute. She lived every day in fear, trapped in a nightmare she could never escape. I, on the other hand, married Arnold—the gentleman everyone admired, living a life others envied.

However, my sister had also been sent back in time, and this time, she made her move first. She chose Arnold, the “perfect husband” she had always coveted.

At that moment, her thoughts echoed clearly in my mind. ‘Elysia shall suffer instead. This time, I’ll make sure I choose the good husband first.’

Her malice was unmistakable.

My dear sister, did you really think I was happy in my last life? Since you want that life so badly, I’ll hand it to you myself.

“Elysia, what are you doing? Hurry and speak with the two gentlemen…”

My father’s voice echoed through the private dining hall of the Falcone family estate. I jolted awake from my daze, my head spinning violently. The world tilted before my eyes, as if an electric current had surged straight through my brain.

I had been sent back in time three years ago, to the very day my sister and I were made to choose our husbands.

The sound of the explosion still seemed to ring in my ears, with smoke and fire flashing through my memory. I clenched my palm hard, again and again, trying to confirm whether this was a dream, but pain shot through my hand.

Suppressing the cold sweat rising along my spine, I slowly lifted my head. I was seated at one end of a long dining table. Across from me sat two men—the heirs of the most powerful mafia family in Chicago.

On the left was Caspian Falcone, the mafia family’s underboss. Twenty-eight years old, he was dressed in a black suit, with a prominent scar cutting across his temple. His gaze was as cold as a glacier, and rumors said the number of people he had personally executed was beyond counting.

On the right sat Arnold Falcone, the mafia family’s capo. Gentle and refined, he wore gold-rimmed glasses, and a philosophy book rested in his hand. An Ivy League graduate, he looked more like a university professor than a member of the mafia.

I had truly returned to the night that changed everything.

“You have two choices, Elysia,” Father continued calmly. “You will either marry Caspian or Arnold. Our shipping business needs the protection of the Falcone family.”

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang clearly in my mind.

‘This time, I’ll make sure I choose the perfect husband first.’

I snapped my head toward my sister, Leia. She was gracefully smoothing her skirt, a sweet, flawless smile on her face. However, what I had just heard… Was that her inner voice?

‘In my last life, I married that violent lunatic