Reborn To Win Their Bloody Bet

Two of New York’s most powerful Cosa Nostra dons, Vincent Luciano and Nick Valentino, made a brutal wager over me.

The terms were simple: whoever won my heart first would win the right to marry Seraphina Moretti, the sole heir to the Moretti crime syndicate.

The ruthless Vincent swept me into his Fifth Avenue penthouse, lavishing me with luxuries all of New York would kill for.

Cold, reserved Nick played the lovesick fool, kneeling beneath the moonlight over the Hudson to swear he’d give me a safe life, free from this world’s bloodshed and chaos.

I said yes.

But the second we stepped into Vincent’s oak-paneled study, Nick’s warmth turned frigid.

“Vincent, we had a deal. I’ve won the Moretti marriage.”

In my past life, I was discarded by both men, betrayed by my family, and left to die of a forced heroin overdose.

Now I’ve been reborn.

And this time, I still said yes to Nick’s proposal...

But everything would be totally different.

Two of New York’s most powerful Cosa Nostra dons, Vincent Luciano and Nick Valentino, made a brutal wager over me.

The terms were simple: whoever won my heart first would win the right to marry Seraphina Moretti, the sole heir to the Moretti crime syndicate.

The ruthless Vincent swept me into his Fifth Avenue penthouse, lavishing me with luxuries all of New York would kill for.

Cold, reserved Nick played the lovesick fool, kneeling beneath the moonlight over the Hudson to swear he’d give me a safe life, free from this world’s bloodshed and chaos.

I said yes.

But the second we stepped into Vincent’s oak-paneled study, Nick’s warmth turned frigid.

“Vincent, we had a deal. I’ve won the Moretti marriage.”

In my past life, I was discarded by both men, betrayed by my family, and left to die of a forced heroin overdose.

Now I’ve been reborn.

And this time, I still said yes to Nick’s proposal...

But everything would be totally different.

...

Nick knelt on one knee before me, a custom-made diamond ring glinting between his fingers.

“Leah. Marry me. I’ll give you a home, a safe life. I’ll never break my promise. Not for as long as I live.”

My fingertips trembled, but not from longing.

I’d always known who Nick Valentino and Vincent Luciano truly wanted: Seraphina Moretti, the untouchable heiress to the Moretti crime syndicate.

I was nothing but a pawn; my resemblance to Seraphina was the entire premise of their sick wager: whoever won my heart first would win Seraphina’s hand in marriage, and with it, unchallenged control of the East Coast underworld.

In my past life, I’d screamed myself hoarse, demanding to know if his late-night comfort, whispered vows, and the silver bracelet engraved with our initials had ever been real.

He’d stared at me coldly and told me it had all been a game to win the bet. His heart had only ever belonged to Seraphina.

Vincent, the man who’d sworn to protect me no matter what,