Reborn To Steal Your Love

My mother presented my sister, Amber, and me with a choice of husbands—an arranged marriage to save our declining O'Malley family.

Unexpectedly, Amber gave up Casbin, the man she had been desperately in love with for four years—the Underboss of the Valachi family, the Chicago mafia.

Instead, she chose Niccolo, the infamous heir to the Gallo family.

My mother was utterly shocked. "I know he's rich, Amber, but the Gallo family's reputation... And I thought you loved Casbin. Are you sure about this?"

But Amber was unshakeable.

That alone confirmed my suspicion.

Amber, just like me, had been reborn.

In our past life, she got her wish and married Casbin Valachi, only to be neglected by him for ten long years. His indifference nearly drove her mad.

Meanwhile, the brutal Niccolo Gallo had reined in his wild ways for me, and we became the couple envied throughout the mafia world.

Until our tenth wedding anniversary, when Amber, consumed by jealousy, orchestrated a plot that killed both Niccolo and me.

Now, we have a second chance.

This time, I chose Casbin. "He's mine now, Amber. And there are no third chances."

Amber sneered. "This time, all the love in the world will be mine for the taking."

She still didn't understand. When it came to marriage, love was the most unreliable currency of all.

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Our mother was still trying to change Amber's mind. "Casbin is the Underboss of the Valachi family. I know he’s a force in his own right, but he's in line to be the next Don sooner or later..."

Amber cut her off impatiently, "Enough. I chased him for four years, and he never gave me a second glance. What makes you think I'll be happy if I marry him? Relax, Mom. I'm gorgeous. Niccolo will be falling all over himself for me."

I watched Amber's brazen confidence with amusement. In my previous life, I was engaged to Niccolo Gallo. Our first meeting was at a strip club after he called and demanded I bring him a large sum of cash.

When I walked into his smoke-filled private room, he was surrounded by five dancers grinding against him, the air thick with the stench of cheap perfume.

A malicious smirk twisted Niccolo's lips as he grabbed a stack of bills and threw them in my face. "First lesson in being my wife: learn your place."

For a man like Niccolo, beauty was worthless. He’d seen more beautiful women than he’d ordered men killed.

However, Amber insisted, and our mother, who had always spoiled her rotten, let her have her way.

...

The next day, I called Casbin. "We need to meet."

"I don't think that's necessary." His voice was as cold and sharp as a Sicilian winter.

There were things I had to discuss with this man before our marriage. I said, "I have information about Ophelia Valachi. If you're interested, meet me at the Valachi family's private club."

Ophelia was Casbin's adopted sister. He'd taken her in himself when she was just a child, but she had vanished four years ago.

From my past life, I knew Ophelia was his only weakness. I knew he would come.

...

An hour later, the door to the private room was flung open. Casbin strode in, dressed in a meticulously tailored black suit. He sat down across from me, his eyes openly hostile. "Speak."

I ignored his command and slid an agreement across the table. "Our marriage will be in name only. You live your life, I'll live mine. I'll maintain the public facade, and in exchange, I get the West Side. I plan to run my art restoration and trading business from there."

When I was in college, my mother poured all her money into Amber. I had to work part-time jobs to pay my own tuition and opened this studio before I graduated.

The Valachi family's territory stretched all over Chicago, and I just wanted a corner to call my own. If I could get his protection, my business could survive.

He sneered. "What makes you think you're in any position to negotiate? A daughter from the failing O'Malley family, and you think you can make demands of me?"