Chapter 2

He was Sir Cedric Ashford.

When I was little, a rival boss kidnapped me. Cedric climbed the enemy’s family on his knees, and took three stab wounds, six holes through his body, just to bring me back unharmed.

After I was rescued, I cried at the sight of his wounds.

He patted my head and said the cuts meant nothing to him.

He said when he saw me cry, he hurt with it.

He used to love me the most.

Nut that love disappeared four years ago, when General Father brought Jade back from the Mafia war.

I always knew my four fathers shared a lost love. But I didn’t know it wasn’t my mother. It was Jade’s mother.

They were said to be the four sons of one of Millbrook City’s most feared mafia kings.

Because the Rival Mafia Family feared of the boys would one day rise to power, their enemies sent mercenaries and killers to hunt them down.

My mother, still a child then, hid the four boys and sent them to masters to train.

After learning their skills, and with my mother’s help, they rose up and succeeded.

Don Julian became the new mafia boss in the Millbrook City and cleared their group name.

People said my mother and Don Julian had been in love.

But when she was about to marry him, Jade’s mother appeared.

The moment she arrived, she drew the four men’s attention.

After that, People also said my mother very jealous, she often hurt Jade’s mother; and later, my mother killed herself out of jealousy.

After my mother’s death, Jade’s mother vanished.

Only when Jade returned did the fathers learn that Jade’s mother had left because she felt guilty over my mother’s death.

To be honest, I don’t believe those stories.

My instinct tells me my mother was not the villain; Jade’s mother was.

But the fathers don’t trust my instinct.

They even think my mother and I are the same, fighting for their attention.

So every time Jade and I clashed, they sided with her.

Soon I went from the pampered little princess to a whore to a thousand men.

Sir Cedric picked up the blade and glanced at the wound on my throat.

Then his wrist turned. The blade came straight for me.

I stumbled back two steps on reflex.

The flash of steel passed. A new cut appeared on my neck.

Sir Cedric sneered, “If you want to die that badly, what are you hiding from?”

“You’re just like your mother—cheap, always hurting yourself to get attention.”

“She was smarter than you, at least. She always did it in front of all four of us. You pick this kind of miserable place. You've really lost your mind."