Rebirth Vows: Choosing the Don Instead

At my formal betrothal announcement ceremony, Carmelo Conti, the old Don of the Conti Famiglia places the ring that symbolizes the authority as a Don before me and tells me to choose my groom.

Whoever I choose shall become the heir.

I don't hesitate to pass the ring to Aldo Conti, Simone Conti's uncle.

The atmosphere in the hall goes eerily silent. Everyone knows that Simone and I are childhood friends.

I've taken a bullet from a rival aimed at Simone before. Till now, I still have the scar to prove it.

Meanwhile, Aldo is Carmelo's youngest brother. He's also known as the most cold-blooded and blood-thirsty assassin in the family. No one dares to provoke him at all.

What everyone doesn't know is that I've made a completely different choice in my previous lifetime. At that time, I had chosen Simone.

On the same night after we held our wedding at the cathedral, Simone and my stepsister, Clodia Moretti, slept together.

All the elders in both families were enraged, to say the least. They had Clodia flown to Novarria, and she was never to return ever again.

Simone pinned the blame on my possessiveness. Since then, he traveled everywhere with young women who looked like Clodia. He often flirted with them right in front of me, too.

Later on, I was hunted down by the assassins. Before I died, I managed to dial Simone's number so that I could call for help. All I heard were his low panting and Clodia's loud moans.

Just like that, I breathed my last with immense hatred in my eyes.

Now, I've gotten reborn. In this lifetime, I shall grant Simone's wish by letting him be with Clodia.

But he has the nerve to regret everything he's done to me.

In my past life, I chose Simone Conti, who eventually betrayed me. In this life, I chose Aldo Conti, the most ruthless executioner in the Conti Famiglia.

I hadn't anticipated Simone's return. I had only just come out of the study of Carmelo Conti, the Don of the Conti Famiglia, and was making my way through the Famiglia's underground range when I spotted Simone at the shooting station. He was surrounded by several Made Men of the Conti Famiglia.

I expressionlessly walked behind them, heading straight for the exit.

Upon seeing that I had no intention of paying any attention to him, Simone felt slightly unsettled, causing his grip to falter while practicing shooting. His pistol slipped from his grip, hit the ground with a muffled thud, and rolled exactly to my feet.

"Pick it up for me, Eva."

Those around stopped what they were doing, waiting for the drama to unfold. They all assumed I would bend down humbly and obey blindly, just like I used to.

I didn't budge. I kicked the gun sharply in the next instant, sending it straight into the drainage grate nearby. I asked coldly, "Have your hands gone useless?"

Simone's arrogance instantly faded away as he