After Rebirth, I Chose His Rival as My Heir

On the night the old Don named me his heir, at twenty-five, the Family slid the shortlist across the table and told me to choose my successor.

I smiled and said I'd decide by drawing lots.

In my past life, I overrode every objection at the sit-down and chose Elias Lennox.

What I didn't know was that he had long been whispering in the ear of an enemy syndicate. When I was eight months pregnant, he forged proof that I'd skimmed tribute and buried me under a hundred-billion blood debt to the Family.

Cornered, with no way out, my parents leaped to their deaths, one after the other.