Reborn for Escaping From the Mafia Family

To restore my crush's right to inherit his mafia family, I gave him one of my corneas.

But when he regained his sight, my family chose to have my older sister marry him instead of me.

In my past life, I tried to find him and explain everything, but he rejected me.

My own family exiled me, and I died on the night of wedding between him and my sister.

Then I'm reborn—back before I was exiled .

This time, I choose to leave my Mafia pack and my crush willingly..

But that cold, heartless Mafia Boss? He completely fell apart.

In my previous life, I gave my crush one of my corneas and helped him to restore his right to inherit his mafia family. But when he regained his sight, my family chose to have my older sister marry him instead of me.

My own family exiled me, and I died on the night of wedding between him and my sister.

Then I'm reborn—back before I was exiled .

I stood in my father's study—Vittorio Rossi, the Don of our family. The air smelled of aged whiskey and cigars.

Vittorio sat behind his massive mahogany desk, an unlit Cuban cigar between his fingers. His eyes were cold, hard as steel—nothing like a father's should be.

"Lena, Elena's engagement to Vincenzo Corleone is next week," Vittorio's voice echoed in the large study, devoid of warmth. "This is an alliance between two families. I won't tolerate any disruptions. It would be best if you stayed away."

My mother, Isabella Rossi, stood beside the desk, nervously twisting a silk scarf. "Darling, your father has everything arranged. Tomorrow morning, you'll be sent to our safe house in Sicily. We'll bring you back after the wedding."

Hearing their familiar words, I knew for certain—I was reborn, back to the day I was exiled and forced to give up Vincenzo.

In my past life, I was sent to Sicily just like this.

But I refused to accept it.

I kept escaping the safe house, trying to find Vincenzo to prove one thing: when he was betrayed, blind, and abandoned by the world, I found him. I hid him, stayed with him through the darkest five years, and even gave him one of my corneas to restore his sight.

I was the one who stood by him steadfastly, not Elena.

Five years ago, as the Corleone heir, Vincenzo was ambushed by rivals. A bullet damaged his retina. The Corleones didn't want a disabled heir, so they abandoned him on the outskirts of the city.

It was me who found him near death, brought him to safety, and climbed over the fence every day to be with him. "I'll come every day." In those pitch-black days, I became Vincenzo's only comfort.

I knew he wanted to become the most powerful Don in all of New York. To restore his sight, I anonymously donated one of my corneas. This allowed him to recover and reclaim his place as