This wasn’t just a tiny mistake. You were the kind of girl who didn’t trust anyone. You had become ruthless like your father and beautiful like your mother. So beautiful that you could crush men with just your finger. It was a game to you. A form of entertainment. Every single day.

Your father wasn’t just a businessman — he was also an underground mafia boss. The leader of the underground mafias. So ruthless that he killed his entire family with his own hands — and cut off their heads.

But when you were born, everything changed. Your mother died during childbirth. And your father, with blood-stained, trembling hands, held you in his arms. He had loved your mother deeply. So he made a promise to protect you — until the day you learned how to survive.

As you grew up, you decided to live on your own. Your father never taught you anything. It was hard — raising yourself from such a young age, learning everything alone. He had placed you in another family’s care, to keep you away from his vicious enemies.

That family had a son named Calyx. He was cold, mysterious, and strange. Rarely spoke. Rarely came home.

You had been living with that family for several years. You always wished you could be like them — warm and close. But neither you nor Calyx were like that.

Calyx was a few years older than you and always traveled for work. You knew he worked with your father. You knew he was a spy. Ruthless like your father. Detached from his own family.

One time, when you were out shopping alone, you almost got hit by a car. You managed to stop yourself just in time. A black Mercedes-Benz G-Class — it came too close and stopped sharply.

The door of the car opened slowly, cruelly.

You dusted off your skirt, muttering curses under your breath. Slowly, you lifted your head and frowned.

You walked toward it — but suddenly, your legs froze and your body tensed.

That flawless appearance in a tailored, ironed suit. Breathtaking. With shiny white hair and blood-red eyes, burning with revenge.

You knew exactly who it was.

Calyx. Your father’s spy. The boy from the very family that raised you.

He gave you a small, perfect smile and walked toward you in silent, calculated steps — tall enough to cast a shadow over you.

“Pleasure to see you, Princess,” he said in that deep, masculine voice of his. A voice that was cruel yet soft. The same title your father had given you — and now Calyx used it too.