The Forgotten Donna: A Second Chance

In my last life, my sister Serena Vega ran to Monaco the night before her wedding, and my family shoved me into her dress before dawn.

Damian Lucchese, the young Godfather of New York, had been waiting at the altar for her. The moment he lifted my veil and saw me instead, the warmth in his eyes went cold.

For five years, I was his hidden wife. The underworld knew he was married, but no one knew to whom. My parents blamed me for stealing Serena’s place and still failing to keep his heart.

Then Serena came home.

That Christmas, Damian took her and my parents to his mountain estate. When a blizzard hit, his men rushed everyone onto the helicopter.

No one remembered me.

I died in that frozen house, three months pregnant with Damian’s child.

When I opened my eyes again, Serena had just returned to New York.

This time, I would not beg for love.

Only when I truly walked away, none of them had the right to regret it.

In my last life, my sister Serena Vega ran to Monaco the night before her wedding, and my family shoved me into her dress before dawn.

Damian Lucchese, the young Godfather of New York, had been waiting at the altar for her. The moment he lifted my veil and saw me instead, the warmth in his eyes went cold.

For five years, I was his hidden wife. The underworld knew he was married, but no one knew to whom. My parents blamed me for stealing Serena’s place and still failing to keep his heart.

Then Serena came home.

That Christmas, Damian took her and my parents to his mountain estate. When a blizzard hit, his men rushed everyone onto the helicopter.

No one remembered me.

I died in that frozen house, three months pregnant with Damian’s child.

When I opened my eyes again, Serena had just returned to New York.

This time, I would not beg for love.

Only when I truly walked away, none of them had the right to regret it.

...

"Mrs. Lucchese, congratulations. You're twelve weeks along."

The family doctor slid the report across the desk. He kept his voice low, but he couldn't hide his excitement. "The heartbeat is strong. This child means a great deal to the Lucchese Family."

The nurse had already picked up the encrypted phone to call Damian. I reached over and pressed the receiver down.

"Don't."

The room went still. They didn't understand. The Godfather's wife carrying his heir should have been enough to bring half the Family to its knees. But I knew better than anyone that if Damian found out now, this baby would be dragged into Serena's mess with me. In my last life, I had already let my child die once.

"Seal today's record," I said, folding the report and slipping it into my bag. "No one hears about this except me."

When I left the medical wing, Lucchese Manor was being dressed