Transmigrated as the Youngest son of the Mafia's don.

Steven's POV

I stood outside the hospital room, a bouquet of flowers in my hand, ready to surprise my wife and our newborn daughter.

Then I heard Mike's voice.

"When will he sign the contract, did he really think you'd stay with him? I don't want that loser raising our daughter. This is the perfect opportunity for you to leave him. Just convince him to sign the papers."

I froze.My fingers tightened around the bouquet.

"Do you think I'm happy about this, Mike?" Leanne scoffed. "We even slept together in the same room and he never suspected a thing. The man is an idiot. I'm doing everything I can to get him off my back.”

Mike chuckled. "Then stop wasting time. You deserve better than him."

I stood motionless, staring at the hospital door.

For a moment, I couldn't process what I'd just heard.

My wife and my best friend.The two people I trusted most had been laughing behind my back while I played the fool and here I was, standing outside with flowers, excited to see my daughter.

It turned out the baby wasn't mine.The realization hit harder than anything else I'd heard. My daughter, the little girl I'd been eagerly waiting to hold, wasn't even mine.

I leaned closer to the door, desperate to hear more, but my foot accidentally brushed against something, producing a faint sound.

The door creaked open,Mike's eyes met mine.

His expression changed instantly, and Leanne turned towards him. The color drained from her face as she stared at me.

"Do you think he heard us?" she whispered.

I didn't wait for an answer.The bouquet slipped from my fingers, scattering flowers across the hospital floor. I turned and ran, ignoring the people who stared as I rushed through the hospital entrance.

"Steven! Wait!"

Mike's voice followed me, but I didn't stop.

I couldn't bear to look at either of them. Every memory, every moment of trust, every sacrifice I'd made for Leanne suddenly felt like a cruel joke.

I ran across the hospital compound and headed towards the road.

Mike was still chasing me,"That child was mine all along!" he shouted. "You have no right to be upset!"

I  couldn't understand why they did it.His words rang in my ears.

You always thought you were better than us?

My vision blurred as I turned towards him. I was so stunned that I barely noticed the approaching trailer.A deafening horn sounded.Before I could move, the massive vehicle slammed into me.

My body was thrown across the road. I felt myself rolling, my head striking the hard ground several times before everything began to fade.

The last thing I saw was the sky above me.

So this was how my life would end?

Betrayed by my wife, deceived by my best friend, and robbed of the family I thought I had.As darkness swallowed my consciousness, one thought crossed my mind.

If I ever got another chance at life, I would never be a fool again.

…..

Suddenly, I woke up.

My head was pounding, and my entire body felt sore. The first thing I noticed was the loud music and the smell of alcohol. I slowly opened my eyes, only to find myself in a bar filled with thugs.

Before I could make sense of my surroundings, a man who looked considerably older than me grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head backwards.

"Stop being a brat! You've already cost me my last weapon shipment!" he roared.

I winced, trying to pull away from his grip.

"The Zenos will never let this go. Do you have any idea what you've done?" He shook my head violently. "Why did you have to sleep with that bastard's daughter? Of all the women in this world, you had to choose his stupid bitch of a daughter!”

I stared at him, completely bewildered.

What?

Who was this man?

And where the hell was I?

I tried to look around, hoping to find something familiar, but all I saw were strange faces watching me.

"Where am I?" I muttered.

The older man's expression darkened,"What did you just say?"

I swallowed, still struggling to understand what was happening.Before I could respond, his fist slammed into my stomach.

"Ugh!"I doubled over, coughing as a sharp pain spread through my abdomen.

“Are you mocking me now, you little bastard?"

I clutched my stomach, staring at him in disbelief.

What kind of madness was this?

I had just been hit by a trailer. I remembered dying. I remembered the pain, the blood, and the darkness that had swallowed me.

So why was I here?

And why did this strange man seem to know me?

I slowly raised my head, meeting his furious gaze.

Something was terribly wrong,I wasn't in my old body anymore.

"Father will deal with you later," the older man spat, releasing my hair. He turned towards the guards standing nearby. "Give him a few more punches before sending him back to the mansion."

"Yes, sir."they answered. 

I barely had time to react before two guards stepped forward.

"Wait—"

A fist connected with my jaw, cutting off my words. Another blow landed against my ribs, followed by a kick to my stomach.I curled up, trying to protect myself, but they showed no mercy.

By the time they were done, my entire body was covered in bruises.A few hours later, I was finally taken back to the mansion.During the journey, I had managed to regain some composure, although my body still ached terribly. I stared out of the car window, trying to make sense of everything.

I didn't know who these people were, where I was, or why everyone seemed to hate me so much.

Still, I couldn't deny that I was grateful for another chance at life.

After everything Leanne and Mike had put me through, I had promised myself that I would never be a fool again.Unfortunately, my second life wasn't starting the way I'd hoped.

The moment we arrived at the mansion, I was escorted inside and taken to what appeared to be the main sitting room.An elderly man sat in an expensive leather chair, a polished cane resting between his hands. His neatly arranged white hair and tailored suit gave him the appearance of someone who had spent his entire life surrounded by wealth.

There was something commanding about him.

Even without anyone introducing him, I could tell he was the head of this household.He looked up as I entered, his expression carrying a mixture of disappointment and exhaustion.

"Brian, son, what am I going to do with you?" He finally spoke.

I froze,Brian?

Was that my name now?

The old man sighed, tapping his cane lightly against the floor.

"Your brother is furious this time. In fact, all of them are. They're determined to have you removed from the family business."

I remained silent, unsure of how to respond.

"I used to think you would eventually outgrow this phase," he continued. "I thought perhaps you were still struggling with your mother's death, but this has gone on long enough."

He leaned back in his chair, studying me.

"You're no longer a child, Brian. When will you start behaving like a member of this family?"

"I have already punished Victoria, but she is still my wife, Brian. Your mother was a mistake, but you are still my son."

His words made me raise my head.

A mistake?

Was that how he described the woman who had given birth to me?

He sighed and continued.

"I don't expect you to like Victoria, but you need to learn to live with her. Your constant troublemaking is becoming a problem for this family."

Before I could respond, something strange happened.

A sharp pain shot through my head,"Ah!”

I grabbed my temples as unfamiliar memories began flooding my mind.Faces, conversations, places and countless incidents flashed before my eyes.They weren't my memories.They belonged to Brian.

My new name, my new family, my new identity.

I finally understood.The original Brian was the youngest son of a powerful family. His mother had died when he was young, leaving him to grow up under the shadow of his father's first wife, Victoria, and his older half-siblings.

He was spoiled, reckless and desperate for his father's affection. He constantly got into trouble, wasted money and allowed people to manipulate him.The incident at the bar had been another one of his foolish mistakes.He had slept with the daughter of a rival mafia family, jeopardizing an important weapons deal in the process.

He had everything most people could only dream of, yet he had spent his life throwing it away just to gain the approval of people who barely valued him.

I couldn't help feeling sorry for him but I wasn't him.

My previous life had taught me one important lesson.

Never let anyone know your weaknesses. The moment they discover what matters to you, they have something to use against you.

I had learned that lesson through betrayal, humiliation and death.I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.I lifted my head and looked at the elderly man sitting before me.For the first time since waking up in this strange world, I felt a sense of clarity.

He had mentioned a family business.Considering the men who had beaten me earlier and the weapon shipment they kept talking about, I had a pretty good idea what kind of business this was.

Could it be?

Had I somehow been given a second chance by being reborn into a mafia family?

I almost laughed at the absurdity of it.My first life had ended because I trusted the wrong people.Perhaps this time, fate had decided to place me among people who made betrayal their business.