I Tore Up the Mafia Contract

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.