Reborn and Left My Mafia Ex Begging

The Vale family was the most powerful mafia syndicate in the New York City. And I—along with a few other carefully chosen girls—had been handpicked to join their ranks, trained from the ground up so that the next head of the family could choose his wife from among us.

Wife. That was the kinder word for it. The truth was whoever got picked would become his shield, his weapon, his most loyal protector. Someone who would kill for him. Die for him.

Years passed. One by one, the others fell away. In the end, only Elara Quinn and I remained.

And then, Elara died—killed on a secret mission. After that, there were no more choices left. I became Adrian Vale’s wife by default.

I had given everything to Adrian. And I loved him.

I thought he loved me too until I took a bullet to the chest—meant for him. As I lay there, barely breathing, I heard Adrian talking to his assistant, “Don’t bury her in the Vale cemetery. My half is reserved for Elara.”

That was it.

Elara—who had never even lived long enough to marry him—still had a space carved beside him in death.

I? I had taken the hit that should have ended him… and yet I wasn’t even good enough to be buried near him.

I slowly closed my eyes. And when I opened them again, I was back on the day the Vale family formally announced Adrian as their new head.

The day everything began.

He Love my Sister

Selene’s POV

I never imagined that the man I had loved with every breath of my being would turn out to be the one who despised me the most.

Even after I died for him—after I threw myself in front of a bullet meant for him—he still chose another woman to stand in my place.

And now, I was reborn. Brought back to that moment in my past life—the moment I chose Adrian Vale to be my husband.

“Adrian,” Mr. Vale said, his voice cool, rehearsed. “You’ve known since the beginning—if you’re to become the head of the Vale family, your wife must come from the girls we’ve raised for that purpose. She is not just your partner. She is your shield. Your final line of defense. Someone who will die for you, if it comes to that. That’s why we handpicked girls your age, trained them from the ground up.”

He paused, then added, “Now that it’s your time to inherit the Vale, you must choose between these two.”

These two—meaning Elara Quinn and me.

We had started as twenty. One by one, the rest had been eliminated—some for lack of beauty, others for failing in strategy or combat. Only Elara and I remained.

Mrs. Vale smiled, “Selene is the perfect candidate,” she said smoothly. “She’s not only beautiful, but brilliant. And she’s our strongest fighter.”

“Agreed,” Mr. Vale nodded.

In my past life, I had stood here certain of my fate. I was the