Reborn and Ruthless: I Won't Save the Don

I saved the life of Don Stefano Marino of the Marino family.

The moment a bullet was about to strike him, I was the one who shielded him from it.

Because of the life debt he owed me, Stefano decided that I would be the one marrying him instead of my older sister, Anna Costa, in the marriage alliance.

But on our wedding night, Stefano would rather drink himself into a stupor somewhere in the city than consummate our marriage with me.

Like a naive fool, I thought that I'd be able to melt his heart of ice someday with my love. But it had been less than five years when Stefano brought a kid, who resembled him, and Anna back.

"Anna has suffered tremendously during her time overseas while trying to raise her child on her own. I need to make it up to her."

Then, Stefano passed the divorce agreement to me. "You've hogged the position as the Donna for so many years. It's time for you to give it back to her."

Only then did I find out that Stefano had actually spent the night with Anna on the night of our wedding.

I pulled out the pregnancy report that I had meant to surprise Stefano with, only for him to rip it into shreds.

"I don't need another child."

Once those icy words fell, I was sent into the operating theater by force, where I suffered from heavy bleeding afterward, resulting in the deaths of me and my unborn baby.

When I woke up again, I saw Stefano, who was about to get shot. This time, I shoved Anna in his direction.

Stefano Marino struggled to stand up, and upon hearing footsteps, he coldly snapped, "Get lost!"

The next second, he heard the muffled sobs of a woman before him and froze.

"Anna?"

He looked into the distance and saw me standing at the entrance of the alley, watching coldly.

In my previous life, I had recklessly taken a bullet for him. But the moment he realized he was unharmed, he immediately pushed me away. When he looked at me, his gaze was filled with nothing but indifference.

Once his and my family's soldati arrived on the scene, he handed my severely injured self to my family's soldati without a second thought. Then, he took Anna Costa's hand and left the place with her.

"Stefano, I'm just glad you're okay," Anna said before passing out in Stefano's arms.

Seeing her wound, Stefano instantly understood what had happened.

When his soldati arrived, he shielded Anna in his arms and swiftly rushed toward the black sedan. As he passed by me, he didn't even spare me a glance.

I knew that the assassination Stefano encountered today was due to someone within the family leaking his whereabouts.

In my previous life, Stefano uncovered the truth that very night. Having lived through this once before, I saw no need to intervene this time.

During the pursuit earlier in the morning,