She Jumped: The Mafia King's Eternal Regret

I spent five years protecting Grafton Mcleod, the ruthless King of Chicago. Not because I loved him, but because I swore a blood oath to his dying brother to keep him alive.

On the day my contract ended, I placed my resignation on his desk.

Grafton didn't just refuse it; he laughed.

"You don't resign, Cayla. You belong to me."

He thought I was a jealous, obsessed assistant in love with him. He let his cruel fiancée, Cherrelle, torment me daily.

He forced me to drain my own blood to save her after she faked an accident.