Reborn as the Donna

On the first day of my rebirth, I turn straight into the bedroom of Don Raffaele Caruso and begin undoing my clothes.

In my previous life, I was in a marriage of convenience with his son, Matteo Caruso, but there was no love between us. We were notorious in Liberty City's mafia circle.

Matteo believed I was the reason he lost his first love. He thought I had deliberately gone into his room the night he was drugged with an aphrodisiac, trapping him in a marriage.

Hence, for eight years after our wedding, he stayed out drunk every night and refused to come home. Even when I went into obstructed labor and was on the brink of death, he never asked about me even once.

Then, the hurricane came.

A storm surge swallowed Liberty City. The harbor collapsed under the waves, and there was only one seat left on the evacuation boat.

Everyone thought Matteo would keep it for himself. Instead, he shoved me hard onto the boat. "Go! I'm giving you my chance to live, Chiara. If there's a next life, don't come saving me again. I just want to be with Lucia."

The next second, his body was dragged into the pitch-black sea. I survived, only to be hacked to death by a rival family afterward.

What Matteo never knew was that he wasn't the only one who was drugged that night. His father was too.

This time around, I step into the room just as the effects of the aphrodisiac take hold. Raffaele is currently forcing himself to endure it, his control stretched to the limit.

I walk over and say softly, "Let me be your antidote, Don Caruso."

"Ms. Ricci, something has happened to the signore!"

Before the pain of being hacked apart could fade from my mind, the housekeeper, Beatrice Santoro, rushed into my room, her face drained of all color.

I lowered my head. In my mind, all I could see were the faces of my two children, covered in blood, screaming as they clung to me.

"The Don is still at the family gathering," Beatrice said in a hushed voice. "The signore said he feels dizzy and can't catch his breath. He's resting in the east guest room right now… Ms. Ricci, could you go check on him?"

My steps froze. Cold sweat broke out on my palms. I had returned to the very day Matteo Caruso was drugged.

"Call Lucia Gallo over," I said quietly.

Beatrice froze. "What?"

"Stop wasting time. Matteo's been drugged," I said coldly. "If you wait any longer, dizziness will be the least of his problems."

In my previous life, the Consigliere said it wasn't an ordinary aphrodisiac. It was an ancient secret drug passed down through a rival family, known as Heartbane.

Once it took effect, only a woman with a specific blood type and constitution could neutralize it. Otherwise, the man would be left with permanent damage—sterility.

Meanwhile, I was the only one who could act