Swapping Mafia Husbands

When I was reborn back on the day my sister and I chose our husbands, I discovered I could suddenly hear other people’s thoughts.

On the surface, my sister Amelia looked shy and composed.

However, the ecstatic voice in her head crashed straight into my ears.

‘This time, I’ll be the first to give birth to an heir!’

Then, without hesitation, she rushed to seduce the husband from my previous life—the man obsessed with sex who gave me triplets.

Meanwhile, the cold, untouchable man who never even glanced at her in our last life was left to me.

She thought she had won. After all, choosing the man with the stronger desire should make getting pregnant easier, right?

I watched her excited figure disappear into the distance and slowly smiled.

Amelia, this time, you can fall into hell all by yourself.

In the center of the hall, attendants carried over two bouquets of roses in different colors.

The black roses represented Marcus Zillmann, the eldest son of the Zillmann family and first in line to inherit the family.

He leaned back in his chair with a blank expression, like a perfect but cold sculpture.

The white roses represented Noah Zillmann, the younger son of the Zillmann family. He was the illegitimate child.

A faint smile rested on his lips, making him look gentle and refined.

Before I could even sort out my thoughts, a voice suddenly rang in my ears.

‘This time, I’ll be the first to give birth to an heir!’

It was my sister Amelia Foster’s voice.

Instinctively, I looked toward her, only to realize her lips were tightly pressed together. She hadn’t spoken at all.

Her eyes were locked onto the bouquet of white roses like a hunter staring at prey.

‘Just wait. I’ll steal him away soon enough.’

Her voice sounded again.

In an instant, I understood.

I had been reborn. And somehow, I could hear other people’s thoughts.

From the meaning behind Amelia’s words just now, she had clearly been reborn, too. Otherwise, she never would have said something like, “be the first to give birth to an heir”.

Sure enough, the next second, she stood up and picked up the bouquet of white roses.

Right in front of everyone, she shyly pressed a kiss to the roses. Then she walked straight over to Noah and handed them to him.

“Mr. Noah, please take care of me from now on.”

The headmistress of the Bridal Academy immediately spoke when she saw this.

“Jane, since Amelia chose Noah, you’ll marry Marcus.”

As soon as those words fell, unconcealed triumph flashed through Amelia’s eyes.

She was laughing in her heart.

‘Jane, this lifetime, you’ll be the one living like a widow!’

In our previous life, Amelia had rushed to choose Marcus first in order to become the lady of the Zillmann family.

Marcus had a shark-like instinct for profit.

In just a few short years, he expanded the Zillmann family business across all of Europa.

However, everyone