Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife - Chapter 47 - 54 Just for her cant stop loving (5)

Vicente, a renowned criminal in his time on Earth, dies during an escape when betrayed by one of his trusted associates.

However, this is not the end of Vicente's journey. Just when he thought he would die, he suddenly finds himself in a strange place, in a body different from his own.

Without understanding why or how, Vicente finds that, strangely, he has been reborn!

In his second chance, this time in a magical world full of possibilities impossible on Earth, he will follow a fantastic journey in search of the answers to his questions.

Meanwhile, he will use his own means to survive this new reality where, once again, he will suffer heavy losses!

Join Vincent on this new journey in his unique family with the old mafia ways!

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