To save my mom, I signed a marriage contract with mafia godfather Damian.
But his accountant—backed by him—bullied me to the bone, and let my mother die with her life-saving money cut off.
I was done. I tore up the contract, escaped that cage, and rebuilt myself at the border.
When the truth came out, Damian beat the killer senseless, dropped to his knees as a godfather, and begged me with red eyes to forgive him.
I just walked past him. Cold.
""I stopped needing your protection long ago.""
Late love is cheap trash. This time, all I want is freedom.
