About

My father, a mob boss, died when I was young. My older brother was supposed to take over the organization after that, but unfortunately, my mother loved my brother much more than me. Because she couldn't let her precious son get blood on his hands, my mother abandoned me and immigrated abroad with my brother. Left with no choice, and against my own will—honestly, I hated it so damn much— I inherited my father's organization and have grown it to what it is today. I wondered if my mother would come back to see me if I stayed here. That foolish thought held me back, and I couldn't leave. While staying here, I even 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 baby? He doesn't even know my past, yet he tells me to get away because I smell like blood. What a joke. It's not like I want to smell like this. Because he said he hates the smell of blood, I don't even use the washing machine; I quietly hand-wash my own clothes in cold water while he's asleep. Because he said he hates eating with me, there are more days when I don't eat a single meal. Because he said he absolutely hates sleeping together now, I let him sleep comfortably while I just doze off hunched over a hard desk. I'm exhausted too, baby. You know? I want to stop this too... But I hate being abandoned again.