
My father was the head of the Moretti family, the most powerful mafia organization in Veridian.
After having nine sons in a row, he finally got the daughter he'd always dreamed of: Me.
Unfortunately, I was born sick. My health had been fragile ever since I came into this world. Because of that, my nine brothers spoiled me beyond reason.
George, my oldest brother, constantly filled my room with gifts. "Give all of it to Vivian."
John, my second brother, would patiently sit beside my bed and feed me medicine himself. "If anyone dares make you cry, I'll break every rib in their body."
Then there was William, my third brother. One day, I casually mentioned that I liked gemstones. A week later, he spent thirty million dollars at an auction to win a sapphire necklace for me.
That was how I grew up.
Then I met Lucas. Against my family's wishes, I married him. His family's wealth wasn't even one percent of ours. But I didn't care. I thought I had found true love.
For five years, I believed I was living a fairy tale. Until the day he brought another woman home.
Her name was Anila, his business partner.
That afternoon, I merely sneezed. Anila immediately laughed.
"You're this weak? How exactly are you supposed to have Lucas's children?"
Before I could respond, I looked toward my husband. But he simply stood there watching.
My eyes burned, tears began to fall.
Slowly, I picked up a dagger from the table and pressed the blade against my throat.
"If you're really that disgusted by me... Then maybe I shouldn't keep living..."
The reaction was instant. Panic exploded throughout the villa. Everyone scrambled to stop me.
Because every person in that house knew one thing.
If even a single hair on my head was harmed there... My nine brothers would make sure Lucas's entire family disappeared from Veridian by sunrise.

