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.

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