Traded to the Don: Now I Rule as Donna

One year ago, Frank Luccasio, the heir to the future Don of Newborough's underworld, saved me when I attempted to commit suicide.

He cleared my school debt, admitted my younger sister, Ariana Romano, into rehab, and hired the best doctors in the world to treat my mom's cancer.

His only request? I had to become his mistress.

I thought Frank was a gift from God—that he was a beam of light illuminating my dark world.

When he got ambushed by assassins, I used my body to block the fragments caused by the explosion for him.

As Frank scooped my blood-drenched form into his arms, he screamed hysterically, "Isabella!"

But… my name was Selena…

After I got admitted into the ICU, the real Isabella Messina returned to Frank's life. Knowing that I was just a replacement, I sensibly left Frank, only to be brought back by force.

Since then, I became a plaything for the both of them. They humiliated and tormented me incessantly while flaunting their love for each other.

Unable to take it anymore, I sent a text to a certain someone and attached a photo to it.

"Don Luccasio, the one giving your son head in the photo happens to be your darling wife, Isabella Messina. Those who betray the family must never be forgiven."

This time, I would be the one sending Frank and Isabella to hell.

I lay in the ICU with various tubes in my nose and mouth, my face bandaged, and my four limbs in casts. I wanted to hurl, but I couldn't move. Every second felt like torture.

"How is she, doctor?"

Just as I thought I couldn't hold on any longer, I finally heard Frank's voice outside the door.

"She's in pretty rough shape, the worst of her injuries being the comminuted fractures she sustained in several places—"

"No, I don't want to hear about that! What I want to know is if her face will recover!" Frank cut the doctor off anxiously.

At his question, the solace that had barely settled in my heart was eclipsed by doubt.

I'd been caught in the blast when I tried to save him from an explosion earlier, the shockwave sending me flying. I got away with multiple fractures and internal bleeding.

It was bad enough that Frank had called me "Isabella" in the ambulance instead of my given name, Selena, but now, he took it up a notch by fussing over my cut-up face rather than the worst of my injuries.

"Isabella? What are you doing here? Where's my dad?" I heard Frank ask.

"Doctor, you're dismissed." A female voice I'd never heard before rang out like an unexpected bell chime. "Frank, I heard you found yourself a cheap double of me since my return to Itaria a year ago. Is that true?"

The woman's words were laced with contempt and mockery. My heart raced as some pieces of the puzzle began to click into place.

"Isabella, you'll always be the only one I