Reborn, Don’s Girlfriend Flees

I fell in love with my Cognato, the man who had adopted me.

To outsiders, I was merely his adopted principessa from the Moretti family. No one knew about this forbidden relationship.

Right on the eve of making our relationship public and announcing our engagement, I took three bullets for him and fell into a coma.

But when I finally opened my eyes, Marco announced that his new bride would be Liliana.

"Serana, Her parents gave their lives for me. Marrying her now is simply to help her gain a firm foothold."

I loved him with my life. He thought I would cause a massive scene at the engagement party, threatening him into marrying me, or else I'd blow the bride's head off with my little BodyGuard.

Instead, I elegantly attended his engagement party, called her Cognata, and affectionately kissed her cheek.

Because only I knew that in my previous life, I had actually done just that. He was forced to marry me.

But on the night of our wedding, Liliana jumped into the sea.

After that, he became a hollow shell, never speaking a single word to me again.

I finally suffered a complete mental breakdown. In a moment of delirium, I fell down the stairs.

When Marco heard the news, he closed his eyes in sheer agony, two silent tears tracing down his jawline:

"If it weren't for you, Liliana wouldn't have died. In the next life... stay away from me."

When I opened my eyes again, I had actually been reborn.

In this life, I let him go. I didn't want that ending anymore.

But Cognato... why are you regretting it now?

When I walked into Marco and Liliana's engagement party, everyone braced for chaos.

The little principessa was going to flip the table, refused to accept an orphan girl as her Cognata.

Marco felt a bit guilty, a trace of remorse flashing across his face.

He avoided my gaze.

But the moment he saw me walking toward Liliana, his expression darkened instantly. He stepped in front of her, shielding her with his body.

His eyes held a silent plea, trying to soothe me:

"Serana, mind your manners. This is Liliana... my fiancée."

But I just smiled—bright and sweet. Perfectly behaved.

"I'm so happy my Cognato found someone he truly loves. I was wrong before, I hurt Liliana, and I want to apologize. I brought her a gift."

Then I raised my hand and clapped gently.

Behind me, my bodyguards filed in, each carrying a velvet box—jewelry, haute couture, designer bags. All priceless.

The room went dead silent. Everyone was stunned by my sudden turn.

Even Marco looked surprised.

I turned to Liliana, gathered my skirt, and dipped my head. Then—

I walked up to her, watching her shocked face, and pressed a light kiss to her cheek.

"Very soon, you'll be my Cognata. I wish you happiness."

Marco came back to himself and patted my head, relieved.

I could read the confusion on Marco 's faces.