Marry the Notorious Mafia Don After Rebirth

The heir to the New York mafia family, the Donovitch crime family, chose me as a potential fiancée candidate.

But I refused to become his wife and the future Madre of the Donovitch family.

Because in my previous life, he missed the desperate call from his childhood sweetheart on our wedding night.

That led to the sweetheart being killed by a Mexican cartel in revenge.

He vented all his frustration on me, using sulfuric acid to disfigure me, tearing off my limbs.

He tormented me for five long years.

Finally, he used the punishment method for a traitor to stuff me into a gasoline barrel and burn me alive.

In this life, I will definitely change my destiny.

He has a thing for his stepsister, so I'll let them have each other. But this time, that cold and arrogant man ends up crying and begging me to come back.

New York mafia family Donovitch, one of the five major New York crime families, their heir Leone Donovitch has reached the moment where he needs a political marriage to solidify his power.

But I know, Leone only loves his frail childhood sweetheart, Anastasia.

The old Don Vito Donovitch, that man as solid as a rock, sat at the highest position.

He would never allow his future heir, the future Don, to marry a woman who brought no benefit to the family.

So, he devised a roulette game. He wrote the names of his preferred marriage candidates on a spinning wheel, and whoever the wheel landed on would marry Leone.

Only if it landed on the empty space could Leone choose his own bride.

And I was the candidate handpicked by Donovitch's Madre.

This time, I knew the secret of the roulette. Before the ceremony began, I used my familiarity with the mansion's secret passages to tamper with the wheel's mechanism. I ensured the silver ball would land only in the empty slot.

The wheel spun slowly and then stopped.

"Empty!" the host announced, his voice trembling slightly.

The hall instantly fell dead silent, then the girls who weren't selected burst into suppressed gasps and disappointed whispers.

Only I showed no emotion.

Leone Donovitch's tense body suddenly relaxed. He whirled around and publicly embraced Anastasia, whose face had turned deathly pale.

"See, Anastasia?" his voice was hoarse with excitement. "Fate chose me! You can't refuse me this time."

Anastasia nestled in his arms, her cheeks flushing. "Leone, not here... everyone's watching. I've always... only thought of you as my brother." Her voice was soft and seductive, with just the right hint of hesitation.

"You'll learn to love me," Leone cupped her face with his usual, unquestionable dominance. "It's God's will." With that, his cold gaze pierced through the crowd, fixing on me.

The Donovitch Madre, Leone's stepmother, seated on high, instantly looked displeased. She forced a cough, trying to maintain her composure.

"Leone, this... this is quite unexpected. It seems fate, and perhaps God himself, favors you and Anastasia." She paused, struggling