

In my last life, I was Adrian Moretti’s wife for ten years. Everyone said he loved me. They called me the luckiest woman in Chicago’s mafia world. Then I overheard him making his will. The Moretti shares, offshore trusts, and port revenue would all go to Noah, the boy I had raised with my own hands. The son Adrian had with Celeste, the woman he had loved before me. He had even chosen to be buried beside her, not me. That was when I finally understood. Ten years of marriage, and I was nothing but a replacement paving the way for his first love and their son. That night, I died in a car crash. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Adrian had to choose his wife. Everyone thought he would choose me. Even the old Donna smiled and said, “Adrian used to follow Elena everywhere when he was little.” But when I looked up, I caught the flash of disgust in Adrian’s eyes. I understood at once. He had been reborn too. Since you never wanted me in either life, I’ll step aside this time. Before Adrian could say a word, I stood and bowed to the old Don and Donna of the Moretti family. “Godfather. Ma’am. I’m stepping aside.”

To prevent her stepmother from seizing control of the Sullivan Group, Chairman Yvette must secure the 10% company shares left by her grandfather for her future husband. She plans to pick a random candidate for a marriage of convenience, but after discovering a traitor among the suitors, she rejects them all. Instead, she marries the handsomest and poorest man she found at the city hall—Ethan. Soon, Yvette finds him not only diagnosing her poisoning effortlessly, but also nourishing her with rare herbs as if they were ordinary. She wonders, "Ethan claimed to have nothing, but why is everyone secretly calling him 'young master'?"