Reborn to Leave You: The Don's Regret
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The night I was reborn, my adoptive brother—Viktor Konstantin, the Don of the Chicago Outfit—was poisoned during a negotiation.
In my past life, I loved him desperately. So when the aphrodisiac took hold and he gasped for me to call Liliya, I made a selfish choice. I stayed. I gave myself to him.
She arrived too late. When she saw us together, she ran. Her plane crashed over the Atlantic that same night.
Viktor married me without a word of blame. Until a turf war when our enemies captured me—seven months pregnant, chained up, beaten bloody. I called him, begging for help through my tears.
His answer shattered me: "You want to live? After killing Liliya? You and that bastard don't deserve to breathe. Go to hell, Eve."
I died in that cell. Our daughter died with me.
Now I'm staring into those same drugged eyes again.
This time, I'm making the call.
In my past life, I loved him desperately. So when the aphrodisiac took hold and he gasped for me to call Liliya, I made a selfish choice. I stayed. I gave myself to him.
She arrived too late. When she saw us together, she ran. Her plane crashed over the Atlantic that same night.
Viktor married me without a word of blame. Until a turf war when our enemies captured me—seven months pregnant, chained up, beaten bloody. I called him, begging for help through my tears.
His answer shattered me: "You want to live? After killing Liliya? You and that bastard don't deserve to breathe. Go to hell, Eve."
I died in that cell. Our daughter died with me.
Now I'm staring into those same drugged eyes again.
This time, I'm making the call.














































