Chapter 1

Reborn to the day my best friend, Victoria, and I were to be married off to the heirs of the Rossi mafia empire.

Victoria snatched my husband from my past life, Carlo Colombo, without hesitation.

In my previous life, Carlo was the one who ultimately took over the entire Colombo crime family.

She wrapped her arm snugly around Carlo’s, leaning in to whisper in my ear: "Dearest Sera, it’s my turn to be the Mafia Queen. I’ll let you have the heir who’s destined to die young."

So, she had been reborn too.

But what she didn’t know was that Carlo only managed to conquer the mafia in our past life because of me.

Because I could hear the inner voices of everyone around me.

I woke up back on the day Victoria and I were choosing our partners.

Across the mahogany table sat two men of similar age.

One was Alessandro Rossi, the eldest son of the Rossi family—notoriously dubbed "Cold-Faced Alessandro".

The other was Carlo Colombo, the son of the family's key business partner, who wore a deceptively gentle smile.

[This time, the future Capo will be mine!]

A sharp female voice echoed in my mind.

It was Victoria. I looked over at her, but her lips weren't moving.

Her eyes were locked onto Carlo.

[The crown of the Mafia Queen belongs to me this time.]

Her voice rang out again.

I realized then: I wasn't just reborn. My mind-reading ability was back.

And judging by her thoughts, Victoria had been reborn too.

Otherwise, she couldn't have known Carlo would eventually seize power.

Sure enough, the next second, she elegantly glided over to Carlo's side, flashing a sweet smile. "Hello, I'm Victoria. It's an honor to meet you."

Our adoptive father, Don Lorenzo, who sat at the head of the table, spoke up. "Sera, since Victoria has chosen Carlo, you will marry Alessandro."

At those words, smugness flashed in Victoria's eyes. She hugged me, whispering in my ear: "Dearest Sera, it's my turn to be the Mafia Queen. I'll let you have the heir who's destined to die young."

She expected me to break down in despair, but all I felt was a cold, mocking laugh in my heart.

In our past life, Victoria married Alessandro.

Alessandro was the designated heir of the Rossi family, but his methods were too straightforward. He didn't play dirty.

Victoria tried to help him, but her amateur schemes only made things worse.

Eventually, Alessandro lost the brutal power struggle within the family and was sidelined. Victoria suffered endless humiliation alongside him, until they were eventually banished.

Meanwhile, Carlo, whom I married, was initially just an insignificant partner's son.

But I had the gift of mind-reading. I knew exactly what everyone thought—their deepest desires, their fears, and their darkest secrets.

I used this gift to pave a golden path for Carlo.

I knew who to bribe, who to eliminate, and when to make the perfect move.

Within three years, Carlo climbed from a nobody to the seat of the Godfather.

On the day he took over the family, he hugged me in front of the entire underworld. "Sera, I couldn't have done any of this without you."

But that very night, I heard his true thoughts for the first time: [I don't need her anymore.]

Only then did I realize he had long discovered my ability.

All his warmth and affection had been a facade. He had been practicing suppressing his surface thoughts, only letting me hear what he wanted me to hear.

Later, he drugged my food. My mind-reading became glitchy and unreliable.

He locked me up, torturing me in various ways to "test" the limits of my power.

Victoria, consumed by jealousy over my power and status, seized her chance during one of my rare supervised outings. She personally drove her car directly into mine, pushing me off a cliff... As I plummeted into the freezing ocean, her ecstatic, twisted smile was the last thing I saw.