Reborn Donna: Came Back with the Mafia Heir – I spent thirty years as the glamorous Donna of the Mancuso family. A loving marriage, children and grandchildren gathered around me. A life without regrets. But on my deathbed, my Mafia husband gripped my hand and confessed: “Marcus isn’t your biological son.” “He’s mine and Sophia’s. We swapped the babies back then. As for our child, yours and mine, she died a long time ago.” My head buzzed like it had been struck by lightning. I turned my bleary gaze toward the son sitting beside me, gently wiping down my hands and feet. He didn’t even look up. His voice was cold as a blade cutting into my ears: “The reason your health has been failing is because I’ve been poisoning you.” “I hated you for stealing my mother’s place. For keeping our family apart.” I stared at him with bloodshot, clouded eyes and clutched Luca’s hand with every ounce of strength I had left. “Why… why not just keep lying to me?” “Because Sophia is kind.
She said she couldn’t bear to watch you die without knowing the truth.” “Now you can go in peace.” His voice was gentle as he closed my eyes. I choked up a mouthful of blood and died drowning in grief, fury, and hatred. When my eyes opened again, I was back on the day I gave birth. The obstetrician’s excited voice rang in my ears: “Congratulations, Donna! It’s a boy!” … The air was thick with the hot, metallic smell of blood. My entire body was drenched in sweat. I gasped for breath like someone who had clawed her way back from the grave. Luca’s words from my previous life still echoed in my ears: “Marcus isn’t your biological son. We swapped the babies back then…” The doctor was already carrying my child away. I threw myself off the delivery bed, ignoring the searing pain tearing through my body. “Stop! Give me back my baby!” The doctor didn’t stop. She walked faster.
I grabbed an alcohol bottle from the cart and smashed it against the back of her head. “I said stop!” The doctor crumpled to the floor clutching her head. I scrambled to snatch my baby and pressed the infant tight against my chest. The baby’s piercing cry stabbed straight into my heart. Through tear-blurred eyes, I ran my trembling hands over my child’s body again and again. When my fingers reached between the legs, my entire body went rigid. “A girl. I gave birth to a girl…” I laughed and cried at the same time, tears flooding down my face. How pathetic. In my last life, I was deceived for thirty years. I died believing I had given birth to a son. The doctor scrambled to her feet, panic written all over her face. Blood seeped between the fingers pressed to her forehead. “Donna, you just delivered, you really shouldn’t be—” I slapped her across the face with every ounce of strength I had, cutting her off mid-sentence.
“You bitch!” “I clearly gave birth to a daughter. Why did you announce it was a boy and let everyone assume otherwise?” The nurses exchanged nervous glances, heads bowed, too afraid to speak. The doctor slipped out to report to her masters. Luca stormed in, pointing at me with fury blazing in his eyes. “Serena Ricci! The doctor was only trying to bring the baby to me. What the hell is wrong with you?” I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. “Luca, you’re my husband. The baby’s father. Where were you while I was in labor fighting for my life?” “I just gave birth, and the first thing out of your mouth is an accusation?” A flash of uncertainty crossed his face. He softened his expression and explained: “I went to the airport to pick up Sophia.” “She ruined her health saving my life back then. Of course I need to look after her.” He reached for the baby. I pulled away. I didn’t spare him a glance. “I need to nurse my daughter.
Everyone out.” Luca’s hand froze in midair. Impatience and irritation churned behind his eyes. He opened his mouth to argue. His phone exploded with a ringtone. On the other end, Sophia Costa’s voice came through laced with sobs: “Don, my stomach hurts so bad. Please come be with me.” Luca turned and left without another word. Without so much as a glance back at me. Years of marriage, and I had just given birth. He couldn’t even be bothered to ask if I was okay. I held my baby, my heart shredding itself apart. Memories crashed over me like a dam breaking open. Sophia Costa was an orphan. She had saved Luca’s life during a family turf war and was taken in by my mother-in-law as an adopted daughter. I once tried to set her up with a good man. Luca flew into a rage and held a knife to his own throat. “Sophia’s health is fragile. You want to force her into marriage just to kill her?” “Fine then. I’ll give her back the life she saved!” Because of those words, I allowed Sophia Costa to remain at his side for five years.
When my parents died, Luca was overseas with Sophia Costa at an art exhibition. I knelt before their graves until grief made me collapse. I miscarried. Call after call begging him to come home. Every single one rejected. All he left me was a single reprimand: “Sophia finally agreed to go out and get some fresh air. Do you really have to make a scene right now?” And this pregnancy, Luca used the excuse of accompanying Sophia Costa abroad for some academic exchange to disappear for the better part of a year. He used one life-saving debt to shut me up for thirty years. In the end, I slaved my whole life away raising another woman’s child, paving the way for someone else’s happily ever after. I dialed a number that had sat dormant in my phone for years. “Does your promise from back then still stand?”