My Death Was My Revenge, His Regret Came Too Late

Eleven years. That’s how long I stayed beside the mafia boss, Westley Grimshaw. His bodyguard, his weapon, the girl he picked up from the snow and never let go.

“Your life belongs to me now.”

“…Okay.”

I said yes when I was twelve. I never took it back. I killed for him, bled for him, slept in his bed when he couldn’t sleep, like I was something he needed in the dark but would never choose in the light. I thought… maybe that was enough.

Until she came back. Natalia. My little sister. Alive.

“Sister… I missed you so much.”