Then came the second life. I was careful beyond measure, steering clear of the cliff road, making it back to Aurelia alive. I said every kind word I could think of, poured out every ounce of devotion I had. But he still raised his crew and stormed the Montecarlo compound for Carmela Valenti's sake. The entire Corsetti family was executed because of it. I stared at him through burning eyes and asked, "Why?" Why sacrifice so many lives for one Carmela Valenti? He reached up and wiped the tears from the corner of my eye. "Because she's my sister." "I would betray the whole world to see her happy. What's the extermination of three families compared to that?" In that moment, I finally understood. Childhood sweethearts, steadfast husband and wife, all of it was a lie. The only person Dominic Valenti had ever cared about was Carmela.

……

I pulled myself out of the memories and unclenched my fists, my palms aching where my nails had dug in.

"Father," I said quietly, "I want to enter the selection."

He blinked in surprise. "You mean you want to join the Montecarlo alliance selection?"

I nodded.

His lips moved soundlessly for a moment. "Serafina, even if you don't marry Dominic, there are plenty of fine young men from good families in Aurelia worth considering. Marriage is too important a matter to decide out of spite."

I cut him off. "Besides Luciano Montecarlo, who in this syndicate outranks Dominic Valenti?"

"The Corsettis aren't what they used to be. You've already been generous enough to let me break the blood oath with the Valentis on a whim."

"But I refuse to let our family keep fading."

"Besides, a daughter of a legacy family will have to present herself to the Montecarlos sooner or later. If not me, it will be Giulietta."

Father let out a long sigh.

Luciano Montecarlo was cold by nature. Nothing like Dominic, who knew how to charm. In my previous life, only Carmela had set her sights on the Montecarlo estate. She had been singularly obsessed with becoming the Don's wife.

The old Don was wary of Luciano forming alliances with powerful families. Dominic had to surrender his command of the Crimson Crew before Carmela could be admitted into the Montecarlo inner circle. To prove his loyalty and pave the way for her, Dominic had also handed over every last dollar of the Valenti war chest, including my dowry.

The day we left Aurelia, Carmela came to see us off in tears. She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Rest easy out in the country, sister-in-law. I'll put your dowry to good use."

My heart sank like a stone. So my dowry had never been surrendered to the Montecarlos. It had gone straight to Carmela. That was the first time I discovered Dominic had lied to me.

……

Father sent for the best portrait artist in Aurelia to paint my likeness for the selection portfolio. I had barely settled into my pose in the front parlor when Dominic came through the gates of the Corsetti house. Two of his soldiers stayed at the curb, engines idling. He spotted me, faltered mid-stride, and took a moment to adjust the collar of his coat before closing the distance. His expression was ice.

"You don't think you owe me an explanation for this broken engagement?"

I lifted my gaze to meet his. "I wanted it broken, so I broke it. What is there to explain?"

"Or does the great Underboss Valenti intend to force a marriage?"

In the past, I had been nothing but gentle and considerate in front of him. Never willful. Never a harsh word. Dominic's brow creased.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Are you upset that I didn't write these past few months?"

"I figured I'd be coming home soon enough. There was no need to waste runners on letters."

I let out a mocking laugh. "Funny. I hear Miss Valenti received one every single day, delivered by personal courier."

"What happened to not wasting runners, Underboss?"

Dominic looked at me with open disappointment. "Carmela is my sister. You're really going to make an issue out of a few family letters?"

"Serafina, we haven't seen each other in three years. When did you become so jealous?"

His sister. The same excuse. The same lie, told to me and to himself. I wiped the smile from my face.

"What I've become is none of Underboss Valenti's concern."

"The betrothal contract has been returned. We're both free. Don't let me keep you."

"Serafina Corsetti!" Dominic seized my wrist. "There's a limit to throwing tantrums."

"Our engagement was sealed before we were even born. You can't just tear it up!"

He thought I was throwing a tantrum.

He had no idea that reaching this moment had cost me two lifetimes.

I spoke each word like a nail driven into wood. "I will not marry you, Dominic."

His grip on my wrist tightened. "If not me, then who?!"

He was banking on the fact that the Corsettis needed the Valenti family's protection.

And he was certain my heart still belonged to him alone.

I met his furious gaze without flinching. "A peddler. A drifter. A merchant off the street. Anyone would do."

"Anyone but you."

Dominic's breath caught.

He closed his eyes and drew in a long, slow breath.

Then he reached into his coat and pressed something into my hand.

I recognized it at once: the gift I'd given him ten years ago, the day he left for the southern corridor.

Back then, it had taken me half a year to find the white jade, and another half to have it carved into a ring.

When I placed it in his palm, I'd said, "May we be like this jade. Hearts never parting, forever bound."

The ring looked exactly the same as it had then.

But all I wanted now was to sever every thread that tied me to Dominic Valenti.

He didn't know what I was thinking. His voice softened. "Serafina, I fought on the frontier for ten years, and you waited for ten. Everyone in Aurelia knows the depth of your devotion."

"Saying you won't marry me now, that's just anger talking."

"This ring is the one you gave me before my first campaign. I'm leaving it with you. On our wedding day, you'll tie it on me yourself."

He thought that lowering his tone and producing an old keepsake would be enough to coax me down the steps he'd so graciously laid out.

Where did he get that kind of confidence?

Dominic said his piece and left.

I picked up the jade ring and tossed it into the painter's supply case.

"Miss, this looks far too valuable. I couldn't possibly keep it."

The painter fished the ring out carefully and held it back to me.

I waved him off. "It's yours."

"Do a good job on the portrait. If I'm selected, there'll be more where that came from."

The painter thanked me over and over.

"A beauty like you, Miss, is certain to be chosen."

I smiled and said nothing.

In the days that followed, while I waited for word from the Montecarlo estate, Dominic came calling constantly.

Every visit, he brought armfuls of gifts.

Fashionable hairpieces, bolts of the finest silk fresh from the southern suppliers, and all manner of rare curiosities, until they spilled across my courtyard in heaps.

I stared at the mountain of offerings, lost in thought.

My mother took my silence for hesitation. "Serafina dear, are you having second thoughts?"

"Dominic is clearly still devoted to you, and you haven't been selected yet. There's still time to fix things. Just say the word and we'll set a date, have a proper ceremony..."

I knew my mother had always been fond of Dominic.

Growing up, anything she made for me, she made a second one for the Valenti household.

Winter coats, summer shirts, nightclothes, shoes and socks.

All sewn by her own hand, stitch by stitch.

She'd loved him like a second son.

She never could have imagined that Dominic would prove so heartless, that he would bring ruin on every last member of our family.

I wrapped my arms around her and said softly, "He has feelings for someone else."

She asked who.

I shook my head. "All you need to know, Mother, is that he is not the right man."

Worry creased her face. "But Dom... but Dominic has made it known that anyone who dares propose to you is making an enemy of the Valenti family."

"If you aren't chosen this time, what will become of your future..."

My hands clenched, nails biting into my palms.

Dominic wanted to bring home a decorative wife, a marriage in name only.

Every daughter from the families in Aurelia was his for the choosing.

Why did he insist on clinging to me?

Was it simply because the Corsettis had fallen far enough to be bullied?

Too bad for him. He'd miscalculated.

The summons for the Montecarlo alliance selection arrived, just as I'd expected.

My mother rose before dawn to help me dress.

The gown was elaborate, the hairpiece heavy on my head.

She steadied my shoulders, her eyes rimmed red. "Serafina, whatever happens, selected or not, your father and I and every last member of this family will stand behind you."

A sharp ache bloomed in my chest. I nodded.

The car bound for the Montecarlo estate had been waiting outside the gate for some time.

After saying goodbye to my parents and my sister, I climbed in alone.

Then, outside the Montecarlo estate gates, I ran into Dominic Valenti.

He was helping Carmela out of a black town car, one hand on the door frame, the other steadying her elbow like she might shatter on the pavement.

His gaze was indulgent, almost tender. "Got you here in one piece. Happy now?"

Carmela laughed, sweet as spun sugar. "No one treats me better than you, fratello."

"But didn't you have plans with Serafina today? It's all my fault for being so nervous and insisting you drive me to the estate yourself. She won't be upset with me, will she?"

Dominic waved it off. "Don't worry about that. Your business comes first."

I remembered this day from my past life. Dominic and I had made plans to go out on the water, just the two of us, at the marina the Valentis kept off the old harbor road.

He'd told me something urgent had come up with the Crimson Crew.

I'd waited at the marina all day, watching the water until the sun went down.

So his urgent crew business had been escorting Carmela to the Montecarlo estate.

A bitter smile tugged at my lips.

Dominic seemed to sense something and turned toward where I stood.

His eyes widened. "Serafina?"

I didn't answer.

His expression froze.

He walked toward me. The two Valenti soldiers flanking the town car straightened but stayed where they were.

"What are you doing here? Did you get the invitation I sent?"

When I said nothing, he kept talking, filling the silence himself.

He'd already decided what this was.

"You must have received it. And then found out where I'd be, so you dressed up and came here on purpose."

"I had a bottle of that Barolo set aside at Pinecrest. The '96. I was going to open it with you at the marina."

"Since you're already here, that saves me a trip to the Corsetti house."

The Barolo...

My mind drifted for a moment.

I remembered being a little girl, mistaking the wine for grape juice and drinking half a glass before anyone caught me.

I'd slept for three days straight. The memory pulled a faint smile from me despite everything.

Dominic's expression softened. He reached for my hand. "I knew it. I knew you'd like that."

"Serafina, you've given me the cold shoulder long enough. Whatever anger you had, surely it's passed by now."

"Let's go back to the way things were. In a few days, I'll talk to the Commission, have them set a proper date, and I'll marry you. The right way."

My smile didn't waver. I listened quietly until he finished.

Then I pulled my hand free. "I'm a candidate in the alliance selection. You are an outside man, Underboss. This kind of contact is improper."

Dominic went still.

He stared at me in disbelief. "What did you just say?"