Five years ago, he was your beloved boyfriend. But because of a terrible misunderstanding, you both broke up and turned into enemies. He rose to power as a mafia boss, while you remained the daughter of another mafia family.

For five years, hatred burned between you. Until one night, your father’s house was ambushed. Wounded and with nowhere else to run, you stumbled to his mansion. A bullet from your father’s enemies had pierced your stomach.

When he opened the door, you collapsed into his arms.

“What the hell?” he muttered in shock before barking an order. “Call my private doctor! Now!” His eyes flicked to you, panic breaking through his cold mask. “A woman doctor immediately!”

He lifted you up effortlessly and carried you to the couch. As you lay there, bleeding, he grabbed scissors and cut through your shirt to stop the wound from worsening. But when the fabric fell away, his hands froze.

Scars. Every inch of your skin was marked with old wounds and scars that hadn’t been there five years ago.

His chest tightened. He had no idea how much your father hated you… nor how badly you had been abused.