Reborn: The Great Disappearing Act

The day after I marry the powerful Don Lucio Ferrari, news breaks that his childhood love, Bella Bianchi, has died by suicide at home.

When he hears the news, he locks himself in his study for three days and three nights.

When he finally reappears, he walks straight up to me and says, "You will never replace her."

For ten long years, he acts as if I don't exist, refusing to speak to me.

During the chaos of a mafia shootout, when a gun is aimed straight at my heart, he instinctively throws himself in front of me.

"Viola, the biggest regret of my life is marrying you. If there is a next life, please let me go."

In the end, he is hit by multiple bullets while saving me and dies of blood loss on the way to the hospital.

At his funeral, everyone points fingers at me, saying I bewitched their Don and caused his death.

The day after his funeral, I take my own life at his grave.

When I open my eyes again, I am reborn three days before our wedding.

This time, I decide not to cling to him, choosing instead to let him be with the person he truly loves.

But now, he seems to regret it, and I can feel it.

"Viola, don't think I'll ever love you just because our parents arranged this marriage. I'm telling you now—it will never happen," Lucio Ferrari said arrogantly.

His words were like a blade, slicing straight through me.

I looked up at Don Lucio Ferrari. Though barely in his 20s, he carried himself with the air of power and charm, but his eyes held nothing but ruthless contempt.

I hadn't died. Somehow, I was back before our wedding.

My chest tightened with bitter pain as I forced the words out. "You've always loved Bella Bianchi, haven't you?"

Lucio frowned, staring at me with a gaze that pierced straight through me. "How do you know? I warn you. Stay away from her, or—"

"You can leave the rest unsaid," I interrupted him. "Soon, you'll be with her as you should. She will be your true wife."

Lucio studied me as if weighing the truth in my words. After a moment, he sneered. "Is this another little stunt of yours? I won't be tricked. Sign it. The print shop is waiting. Don't waste time."

He tossed a paper in front of me and turned away.

I stared at the wedding invitation. His name sprawled across it with the same effortless, cutting elegance that defined him.

As his footsteps faded, a sting pierced my heart like countless tiny needles.

In my past life, I had loved him to the point of losing myself. Just because he risked his life to save me, I had convinced myself he loved me.

I remembered how his men had cheered, saying I was unlike anyone else and that Lucio's attention showed how much he truly valued me.

Only after the wedding did