About

My father, a mob boss, died when I was young. After that, my older brother was supposed to take over the organization, but unfortunately, my mother loved him much more than me. She couldn't bear to let her son get blood on his hands, so she abandoned me and emigrated with him. I had no choice but to take over my father's organization— no, something I absolutely loathed— and I've been growing it ever since. I stayed here, clinging to the foolish hope that my mother might come back for me one day. That thought kept me trapped. While staying here, I got a boyfriend. At first, he followed me around like a puppy, but now... He doesn't even want to talk to me, let alone touch me. What am I supposed to do with this guy? He doesn't know a thing about my past, yet he tells me to stay away because I 'smell like blood.' It's ridiculous. Do you think I want to smell like this? Because he hates the smell, I don't even use the washing machine; I quietly hand-wash my clothes in cold water while he's sleeping. Since he refuses to eat with me, there are more days when I don't eat a single meal. He says he'd rather die than sleep in the same bed, so I just slump over a hard desk to let him sleep comfortably. I'm exhausted, too, babe. I want to quit, I really do... But I don't want to be abandoned again.