Chapter 2

After that day, I became the laughingstock of the entire family. Those mafia members who used to revere me for my skills still called me Madre, but they all secretly ridiculed me for not being able to keep my husband in check. I didn't take the insult lying down. I gathered my trusted aides and got them to tie up those guys and Rebecca, then suspend them from a crane at the dock. I wanted all of Savon to see the Don's core subordinates and beloved lover in the most embarrassing state. As I expected, Casper burst into my room that night, smelling of gunpowder. He pushed me onto the bed, firmly tightening his grip around my neck. I just gazed at his frenzied state and revealed the brightest smile. "Did you like the gift I prepared for you?" His expression darkened even more. Suddenly, he kissed me, wantonly ravaging my mouth with his tongue. Such a violent kiss reminded me of the past, and I subconsciously reciprocated, circling my legs around his waist out of habit. He brushed his hands, steeped in the smell of blood, against my thigh. My whole body trembled, and I felt something hot and wet between my legs. Then, he stopped, looking disgustedly at me, flushed to the ears from the teasing. "To think you'd still react to me treating you like this. Are you that cheap?" I stiffened on the spot, and the flush in my cheeks instantly vanished, leaving just bone-chilling cold. Before I could retort, he had already turned to wipe his hands with a towel, as if touching me was such a shameful matter. "I'll let you off this time for the sake of our many years together. But if you touch Rebecca again, I'll destroy you." I lay on the bed, my body feeling so cold that it was almost numb. I felt like a doll that had been tossed in the garbage dump on a rainy day. "Casper, let's get a divorce," I said, disheartened. However, he rejected it without any hesitation. "No way." "Why?" I thought that he still harbored some feelings for me, and I couldn't help the slight anticipation growing in my heart. However, he scoffed. "Even if I don't love you anymore, I still have some use for you." "Piss off!" I raised my hand and ruthlessly slapped him with all my might. As I watched him leave without a single glance back, tears slid soundlessly down my cheeks. I couldn't understand. What had caused our relationship to deteriorate beyond recognition? Before turning 18, I had been a pure lily carefully nurtured by my parents, who were part of the mafia. They didn't wish for me to be embroiled in a dangerous life in the mafia, so they deliberately cut me off from any criminal affairs. I lived in ignorant bliss without a single worry, just like a regular person. That lasted until that betrayal. I witnessed my parents protect the former Don with their lives, but the enemy had strength in numbers. In the end, all three of them were gunned down by a volley of bullets. Since I was their daughter and Casper's childhood friend, I was abducted by the enemy and imprisoned underground. I endured a month of inhumane torture. When Casper burst through the door with his men, I was curled up frightfully in a corner like a lifeless, broken doll. By then, I had already resolved to die. It was Casper who caressed my cheek and kissed my hair, saying, "Vivian, you have to live on and avenge yourself and our parents. Together, we will make them die miserably." He revived my will to live, and I hugged him back tightly amid the pile of corpses. Having lost everything we had, we hugged each other with all our might, as if we were each other's world. After returning, Casper got down on one knee and proposed to me, despite all the objections. He vowed before everyone that, as long as he was there, no one would dare to harm me again. He took over the crumbling family and disposed of all the turncoats using the cruelest methods. He spent all day and night handling the family's affairs, letting the severely weakened organization recover slowly. During his rare leisure hours, he would take my hand and personally instruct me in fistfighting, handling firearms, and how to kill a person. Back then, Casper had done all of that because he wished for me to have a means to protect myself in dangerous situations in the future. He never thought that the first time I would shoot to kill would be to save him. After that, I had nightmares for half a month. He felt guilty and pulled me into his embrace, comforting me carefully. But I never regretted it. I didn't want him to worry, so I did my best to overcome it. After my first kill, I started killing more people. I gradually turned from a person who felt sorry for accidentally stepping on an ant into the family's Underboss, who slaughtered countless people. I had turned myself into a blade that only killed for him.