No More Saving You

The wind at the top of the cliff was strong enough to tear a person apart.

A horrific screech cut through the air as the steel floor of the bungee platform under Vanessa broke completely!

"Dominic, save me!" Vanessa's shrill scream echoed through the gorge.

My husband, Dominic—the second-in-command of the Rossi mafia family—didn't hesitate for a single second. He lunged wildly toward Vanessa as she dangled in midair.

In his eyes, no one else existed except her.

In my past life, the exact same thing happened.

Back then, I fought with everything I had to grab his tactical vest. My fingernails snapped off in the buckles as I dragged him back from the brink of death. But Vanessa slipped, fell off the cliff, and ended up in a vegetative state.

That was the day my life turned into hell.

Dominic called me a cold-blooded killer. He blamed me for ruining the love of his life.

He tortured me with mob justice, locking me in a dark basement for a whole month to force me to sign over all my assets to make up for her.

Finally, Dominic locked me inside a dark basement freezer at twenty below.

I will never forget the agony as my blood froze and my organs cracked inside me. I'll never forget the cold, disgusted look in Dominic's eyes through the freezer glass.

"Vanessa, don't be scared! Hold on to me!" Dominic screamed at the top of his lungs.

Right now, half his body hung in midair, his arms wrapped tightly around Vanessa's waist. All his attention was locked on her pale face. He didn't give me a single glance.

He just blindly reached back with his free hand and snapped at me:

"Sienna, pull me! Hurry up!"

In his mind, I was just his disposable lapdog. He thought if he snapped his fingers, I'd risk my life to save him.

Looking at him risking everything for the woman in his arms, my heart remained dead silent.

Last time, you blamed me for ruining your savior moment with your precious girl. This time, I'll let you two be together.

I immediately reached out and grabbed his tactical vest, pretending to pull back with all my might.

Just like in my last life, I was only an inch away from dragging him back.

But this time, with a sharp SNAP, the vest buckle broke apart.

The momentum slammed me hard onto the rocky ground. The rough stones ripped my palms open, leaving a gruesome, bloody mess.

"Dominic! NO—!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs, sounding completely heartbroken.

Without the vest to support his weight, Dominic instantly lost his grip and slid fast down the ledge!

Only then did he finally whip his head back around to look at me.

In free fall, his eyes went wide with sheer terror and disbelief: "Sienna? You—!"

Before he could react, the overloaded safety railing collapsed completely.

Clinging to Vanessa, Dominic fell like a heavy stone straight into the pitch-black abyss below!

A few sickening thuds of breaking bones crashing through tree branches echoed from the bottom of the cliff. Then, dead silence.

I lay flat on the ground, blood dripping from my palms.

I lowered my head, tears streaming down my face. But inside, I felt strangely calm.

Dominic, you love your childhood sweetheart so much, right? Go love her in hell.

Five minutes later, a dozen men in black suits sprinted onto the platform with guns drawn: "Ma'am! What happened? Where is Boss Dominic?"

My face was deadly pale as I collapsed on the ground, trembling violently.

After a long pause, I shook uncontrollably and pointed a bloody hand toward the edge:

"The rope snapped…I tried to hold him…but the buckle broke…They both fell!"

The men looked at my bloody hands, then at the collapsed platform. They didn't doubt me for a second. Their faces turned ghost-white.

In the Rossi family, if the second-in-command died on his own turf, all hell would break loose.

The whole platform erupted into chaos. Radios screamed with frantic orders for rescue helicopters and trauma teams.

I leaned against the hard stone wall, putting on a perfect show of pure panic and grief.

Moments later, the lead mobster timidly held out an encrypted phone to me, his hands shaking like leaves:

"Ma'am…it's Carmine."

Carmine—Dominic's ruthless, high-and-mighty mother who ruled the family's inner affairs. In my last life, she stood by and watched me get locked into the freezer, calling me a useless slut who didn't deserve the Rossi name.

I took a deep breath, pinched my throat to force a desperate sob, and answered the call.

"Sienna!"

Carmine's shrill, screeching voice exploded through the speaker, nearly piercing my eardrums:

"How the hell did Dominic fall?! Where were you, you useless bitch?! If my son loses a single hair on his head, I will skin you alive!"