As the only daughter of a mafia family, I learned early that trust doesn't come cheap. When my father got sick, he gave me an ultimatum: if I want to take over the family, I have to get married first.
Everyone assumed I'd pick my childhood friend, Vincent Moretti—son of my father's right-hand man. Hell, even I thought so. Until my last life, when he left me to burn.
Father died in an ambush. I was trapped in a metal cage at an abandoned dock warehouse while flames swallowed everything. I begged Vincent for help. He stood thirty feet away, the cage key right by his feet.
"Cat, as long as your father's alive, he'll never give me the family. This isn't personal. It's business."
Sophia was wrapped around him—my so-called best friend. She smiled at me and said she'd take good care of everything.
Before I lost consciousness, I saw a figure in black charging into the flames—Elijah, the bodyguard I'd called "trash" and "a dog."
Then I opened my eyes and woke up a month before my birthday party. This time, I'm giving that position to someone who actually deserves it.
But why is Vincent on his knees at my engagement party, crying and begging me to marry him?
