My Second Life Is the Donna

In my previous life, I had married Luca Corleone, the most handsome Underboss in Cisilia.

Everyone was envious of me. They all claimed that I became one of the most noble women in the country.

My twin sister, Lia Rossi, went mad with jealousy. She pushed me down the stairs afterward. When I was at my weakest point due to a miscarriage, she used a pillow to smother me to death.

When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day the family meeting on the upcoming marriage alliance is held.

Upon returning to the lounge, I witness Lia straddling Luca, clearly engaging in physical intimacy with him. Her legs are spread widely as her body rocks with every powerful thrust.

"You came far too late, Elvira." Lia pants heavily while shooting me a smug look. "I'm the woman Luca loves now. See, we're even coupling with each other. In this lifetime, I shall be the one marrying him!"

Everyone looks at me, waiting for me to back off from this relationship while suffering from a mental breakdown.

But I just chuckle in return.

Oh, my dear Lia… All she knows is that Luca is young, handsome, and insanely wealthy.

But what she doesn't know is that he has a secret room tucked away in his bedroom that's completely filled with toys and tools meant to torture women. At the same time, he also plans to share her with the rest of his subordinates.

I pushed open the door and found Lia Rossi, my sister, straddling Luca Corleone, my fiance. She was naked, her long blonde hair clinging to her damp back, and her legs were spread wide as she straddled Luca's waist.

Luca, leaning against the leather couch with his shirt undone and his chiseled chest exposed, gripped Lia's waist with both hands and thrust upward in a steady rhythm.

"Go faster, Luca!" Lia moaned loudly, her breasts jolting hard with each thrust.

A lewd scent lingered in the lounge, and several elders from the Famiglia saw what was happening and looked embarrassed, but no one ventured to stop them. In the meantime, Dad—Carlo Rossi—stood by the window and looked away.

"You're already too late, Elvira," Lia said as she panted, her face glowing with the aftershocks of climax. She didn't pause for a second—if anything, she moved more fervently, deliberately drawing out the obscene sounds of their intimate encounter. "You ought to know that Luca loves me and that we're already together."

She then raised her voice so that everyone in the lounge could hear her. "And since everyone here saw what happened, according to the rules of the Famiglia, Luca has to marry me. I'll be the one marrying the Underboss of the Corleone Famiglia!"

Luca smiled faintly, his green eyes—which I had once believed were full of love—were now filled with ridicule. He gave Lia's backside a sharp slap, leaving a bright red handprint before saying hoarsely, "You're right, honey. You're nothing like Elvira, who's