Reborn into His Arms But My Devil Returned Too

After I married Riccardo, the Don of the Moretti family, he paraded a string of mistresses in front of me.

He never gave me a second glance.

But on our tenth anniversary—right after my father’s death—he suddenly promised me half of his empire.

The catch? In return, he planned to seize control of all my family’s arms-dealing routes.

That pissed off his favorite mistress.

She cornered him on his yacht, demanding he take his words back. Then she fell overboard and died. An “accident.”

After she died, Riccardo went insane. He took it all out on me.

He tied me to the back of his yacht. He dragged me through the sea, a human anchor, until the rocks shattered my legs.

The rocks shattered my legs, crippling me for life.

I became the family’s shame. Then, as I lay helpless, he finished the job with poison.

Then I opened my eyes.

I was back on the day Angelo Marino—the head of our rival family—proposed to me.

In my last life, my family forced me to say no.

He came for me, a one-man army. He killed Riccardo, but died in the process.

This time, I looked at his kind face and nodded. Yes.

But as we embraced, Riccardo appeared. He ripped me from Angelo's arms and claimed me as his own.

That’s when I realized the cruelest joke of all.

My monster was back, too.

My husband, Riccardo, blamed me for his mistress’s death. It wasn't until I was dying that I learned the truth: Angelo Marino, the rival boss who’d once proposed, had loved me all along.

I open my eyes. I'm back. Ten years in the past, on the day Angelo Marino proposed.

"Liliana, if you won't marry me, then I won't force you."

His voice snapped me back to the present.

I stared at the man kneeling before me. Angelo Marino, Don of the rival Marino family.

My eyes burned with tears.

I was screaming on the inside.

I was really back. Ten years ago.

When we first met, I didn't know what he was.

I only found out he was the Don of the Marino family right before he proposed.

But my bastard half-sister, Gia, was obsessed with him.

She threatened to kill herself.

She blackmailed me with our mother’s heirlooms, forcing me to give Angelo up.

I turned him down, my heart breaking.

Then I married the head of another mafia family, Riccardo Moretti.

And in the end, Angelo married Gia.

For ten years, Riccardo paraded a string of mistresses in front of me.

But then his favorite, his "little rose," threw a jealous fit over me and ended up dead.

Riccardo went mad.

He tied me to the back of his yacht and dragged me through the sea until I crashed into the rocks.

I lay in a cold hospital bed, a white sheet covering my legs.

I would never walk again.

That’s when Angelo, the man who hadn’t spoken to me in a