Chapter 1

1.

In my past life, I was adopted by a regular working-class family, the Millers.

My sister, Isabella, was taken by the notorious Moretti crime family.

However, Isabella didn't last five years in the Moretti household before she was kicked out.

She died miserably on the streets.

I, on the other hand, relied on my grades to get into a top-tier university.

I went abroad with my adopted brother, Julian Miller, and built a massive business empire with my own two hands.

Later, with the blessing of our parents, we got married and had children.

My life was happy and complete.

But now, we have been reborn.

This time, Isabella made the exact opposite choice.

She ran straight into Julian's arms, calling him "brother."

Then she grabbed Mr. and Mrs. Miller’s hands, looking at me with the eyes of a victor.

"Elena, you can have the hard life in that family. I can’t stay in that place full of blood and betrayal for even a second longer."

I looked at Julian, my husband from my past life, expecting him to say something.

Instead, he shielded Isabella behind him.

He looked at me with cold, icy eyes.

"Stay away from my sister."

Finally, under Isabella’s smug gaze, I walked toward the stretch Lincoln parked at the curb.

...

Isabella’s words made me realize everything instantly.

She was reborn too?

Looking at the expression on her face―like she had just won the lottery―I understood.

"Get in the car, Miss."

The Moretti family didn't send a welcome committee.

Just a silent, grim-faced driver.

It was the same in my last life.

When the director of St. Jude’s Orphanage let us choose, Isabella had snatched the first choice.

It all happened so fast.

She had arrogantly told me, "I don't want to live a poor life, sister. You can suffer that poverty for me."

She got her wish and entered the powerful family, but her smile faded day by day.

I slid into the backseat of the luxurious Lincoln.

As he drove, the driver recited the rules of Moretti Manor in an emotionless tone.

"Did you memorize that?"

His sharp eyes scrutinized me through the rearview mirror.

"I got it."

The car soon arrived at the destination.

I followed the driver into a villa that looked more like a palace.

"Madam, I brought her."

A beautiful woman sitting on the sofa, sipping an espresso, looked up.

Her gaze swept over me like a knife.

She beckoned to me. "Come here."

"What is your name?"

"Elena."

It was the name the orphanage director gave me.

It meant a bright, shining light.

The woman nodded. "Good. From today on, you are Elena Moretti."

"Butler, take her upstairs."

"Yes, Madam."

I followed the butler step by step.

The staircase railing was expensive mahogany, and the floors were polished Italian marble.

Everything here reeked of power and old money.

In my past life, I had earned all of this through my own hard work.

So, I wasn't particularly shocked.

The butler glanced back at me, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes at my calmness.

He pushed open a door, revealing a massive princess-themed bedroom. "Miss, this will be your room."

"Rest for a while. I will come back later."

After he left, I walked in and looked around.

The environment was perfect.

The Moretti family clearly didn't skimp on their new adopted daughter.

Every detail in the room screamed upper-class sophistication and luxury.

A huge wave of excitement surged from the bottom of my heart.

In my past life, without a powerful family background, I had to fight for everything with my bare hands.

That was the only way I owned anything.

In this life, I have entered the Moretti family.

With the resources of this massive empire, I am going to carve out a path that belongs entirely to me.