Married to the Don: My Sister Unravels in Regret

My older sister, Jovina Valenti, catches the eye of the cold and ruthless mafia Don, Carlo Laguardia.

However, she fears the danger that arises out of his identity and wants to go abroad to pursue a passionate romance.

On the day Carlo sends his men to retrieve her, she drugs my drink and sends me to Carlo. After that, she leaves the country and disappears completely.

I, Nerissa Valenti, am forced to become Carlo's wife. He treats me as nothing more than a pet.

Despite being married, I ignore Carlo's existence and treat him as if he were invisible. He, on the other hand, continues to make me his pet. When he's pleased with me, he shows me affection. But when I upset him, what awaits me is either cold neglect or harsh reproach.

After eight years of this, one day, Carlo suddenly orders that I be locked inside the freezing ice house.

I tremble from the cold. When I see Jovina at his side, I realize belatedly that she has, for some reason, decided to return to the country.

The first thing she does upon her return is seek Carlo out and lie to him that I drugged myself back then to take her place. Consequently, she was heartbroken and decided to go overseas.

Jovina stresses that because of my interference, they spent eight long years being apart from each other.

From that moment on, there isn't a trace of emotion left in Carlo's eyes when he looks at me.

Under the excuse of visiting me, Jovina comes to the ice house and tampers with the settings. She puts the cold air on full blast at the lowest temperature.

"Don't blame me for this, Nerissa. As long as you're alive, my lie will be exposed sooner or later," she says ruthlessly.

I don't even last half a day before freezing to death miserably.

When I open my eyes again, I return to the day Jovina first catches Carlo's attention.

This time, I take the initiative to say, "Jovina, go abroad and look for your true love. I'll marry Carlo in your place."

This time, the one Carlo loves will be me.

"What? Did you say you're willing to marry the ruthless mafia Don who kills without qualms in your sister's place?"

My parents' eyes widened as they stared at me in disbelief.

I answered calmly, "Yes."

My sister, Jovina Valenti, frowned suspiciously. "Why are you suddenly willing to sacrifice yourself? You're planning to run away at the last minute, aren't you?"

I sneered, "Then I won't marry him. You can do it yourself. That way, Papa and Mama won't have to worry either."

Only then did my parents seem to fully process what I had said. They came over to me, wearing righteous expressions and claiming that this was all for my own good.

I couldn't help but find it absurd. In both lifetimes, the only instances when my parents treated me with so much warmth were when they