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Olivia Jones had failed five times to win over the school heartthrob, Boyd Chappell. On her sixth reincarnation, the system finally suggested a change—try his quiet best friend,Ethan Carter.She braced herself for another uphill battle, but to her surprise, Ethan was easy to get close to. He remembered everything she liked, always showed up when she needed him, and even… had photos of her from all five of her past lives.Turns out,he had secretly loved her for years, silently watching her through every cycle of rebirth."This time… could you look at me?"he asked softly.Olivia wavered. She had come to fulfill a mission—but found herself falling for his quiet tenderness instead.When the system declared the mission complete and asked for her final wish, she didn't hesitate:I want him.—After all the chasing, it was the one who waited for her that became her true redemption.

Vincenzo Moretti was Stonehaven’s youngest financial titan— a tech mogul commanding a multibillion-dollar empire, gracing the covers of business magazines as a modern legend. But only a select few knew the truth: he was also the ruthless Don controlling the East Coast mafia. To him, wealth and power were mere chips in a game. And I? I was just another pawn used to stabilize a fragile family alliance. In our ten-year marriage, he slept with my friends, my coworkers… every single person I once trusted. Then one morning, as I took our one-month-old baby for a routine checkup, Sienna Newton, his latest mistress, ran me down with her car. The baby screamed endlessly. I begged her to take us to the hospital, and when Vincenzo arrived, he looked at me with cold disdain. “Isabella,” he sneered, “when did you learn to stage accidents? “Even if you died here, I wouldn’t bat an eye.” Then he took Sienna’s hand and walked away without a backward glance. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, the child in my arms had suffocated. Upon hearing the news, my mother suffered a heart attack. She didn’t survive. I slipped into a coma for two days. When I finally woke up, I found out that Vincenzo never visited. Instead, his father, Renato Moretti, the true king of the Moretti empire, stood by my bedside. I looked at him calmly and said, “Let me go. Whatever I owed your family, I’ve repaid in full with two lives.” Later, that same Don who had once looked down on me knelt before me, begging me to come home. But I was no longer the woman who waited, silent and broken, for his change of heart. I was the Don’s wife who turned away and never looked back.