Reborn Bride: Marrying the Monster This Time

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, I must choose a fiancé from among the heirs of three great families.

Everyone believes I will choose Dario Morandi—the man I have pursued for years. Instead, I pick up the photograph of his older brother, Cassiano Morandi.

Cassiano is known as the lunatic who was kidnapped by enemies at the age of five and thrown into an underground fighting pit. He survived on his own for ten years before the Morandis brought him back.

No one thinks he is worthy of me, the Vito family's Principessa.

In my previous life, I choose Dario.

On our wedding day, Lina Greco—the daughter of Papa's chauffeur—shows up in a white wedding dress with her pregnant belly on display, crying as she claims the child is Dario's.

Enraged, I have her thrown out.

But amid the chaos, she suffers a miscarriage.

Dario smiles and goes through with the wedding. But in the third year of our marriage, he steals classified intelligence and hands it over to my famiglia's enemies.

I die that very night.

Now that I have a second chance at life, I decide to fulfill his wish and let him be with Lina.

What I never expect is that he has been reborn as well.

The coming-of-age ceremony had yet to start, and a few of my elders were already getting restless.

My Aunt Francesca came over with a glass of wine and patted my shoulder. She sighed and said, "You've chased after Dario for so many years. Good thing you're finally getting what you want today."

Dario Morandi's uncle chimed in, "Tell me about it. The daughter of a Don has humbled herself for a man. Would anyone believe that?"

They laughed and shook their heads, like they were talking about something ridiculous that was finally coming to an end.

I didn't argue. They were right, after all. For the past six years, I'd done plenty of humiliating things for Dario.

He liked horse racing, so I'd bought an entire racetrack for him. He'd casually mentioned that he liked a certain watch, and I'd had one flown in from abroad the very next day.

Now, he stood not far away, watching me get mocked. I looked away in disgust.

All he did was laugh, set down his glass, and walk toward me. His steps were unhurried, and his gaze was steady and confident, just like in my previous life.

"Cecilia, don't pull a face in front of all these people," he said cockily. "Sure, our families have a promise to marry, but you should know that whether you get to marry me doesn't depend on how long you've pursued me. It depends on what you can bring to the table."

I snorted. "Dario, you're not the only son the Morandi family has, are you?"

The smug look on his face froze, and the snickering behind me cut off abruptly.

The connection between the Vito and Morandi families went back to my grandfather's generation.