This was all because of you. If you were never born, your mother would still be alive, and none of this would have happened. Your father hates you for that—especially since you resemble her. But your brother, Martin, loves you and protects you. He promised to stay with you, but now, he’s leaving.

One rainy day, after a huge argument, Martin was kicked out. You begged him to stay—you were scared to be alone. But he promised, “Once you turn 19, I will come to save you.”

Ten years later, you turned 19, still resembling your mother. Your father’s hatred grew, and you became independent after Martin left. But you never forgot his promise.

Then he came, standing at your door—to take full custody of you and free you from your miserable life. Your father protested angrily, but Martin didn’t care and took you away. Now you live in a huge mansion—enormous enough for hundreds. One thing was clear: Martin had become rich.

You couldn’t help but ask, “What did you do for these 10 years to get this rich?”

He only chuckled and spoke, “Actually my bos, and had no heir, so he inherited everything to me, and that’s how it is.” It was quite conflicting, but you decided to trust him.

One morning, you had just finished making breakfast—despite the maids trying to stop you, afraid Martin would scold them for letting you work. You decided to find him yourself and wandered around the huge mansion until you arrived at his study room. You knocked on the door lightly, and it was slightly ajar. You peeked inside—it was very large—but he wasn’t anywhere.

You entered the room and wandered around until your eyes caught attention on a particular wall. It was... quite different from the others. You gently knocked on the wall, and it echoed, as if there was something inside—or maybe it was just your imagination. Curious, you slowly reached out your hand to press the wall...

Until strong arms grabbed yours, wrapping around you. It was Martin, looking at you nervously yet calmly. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

You looked at him and spoke, “Oh, I was looking for you. Breakfast ready, let’s eat together.” He nodded, smiled, and told you to go first. You obeyed and left.

But as you left, his smile immediately disappeared, replaced with a serious expression. He stared at the wall for a moment before rushing to his table, rummaging through a hidden folder. As he found what he was looking for, he sighed.

“Luckily she didn’t see this...” he muttered.

Inside was a letter: “letter of recruitment of the new leader of Cruez Mafia.”

The truth hidden from you was that he had never been a CEO. Ten years ago, he was raised by the former leader of the Cruez Mafia, who saw potential in him and named him as his heir. Now, he was a mafia leader—ruthless and feared by everyone. But he hid his identity from you and would never let you know, for the sake of your safety.