It took me just one year to become the mob boss's most treasured lover.
After four years together, everyone around him knew I loved him more than life itself.
I stood by him through life and death, risked my life for him, stayed sensible and obedient, and knew all his likes and dislikes.
Everyone thought I would become his wife. They all called me their sister-in-law.
Then his first love came back. When she was in danger, being hunted, he shoved me out to take the bullet.
He didn't know that I had just found out I was pregnant that day.
I was shot in the abdomen and suffered a miscarriage with massive bleeding.
That was the first time I saw how cold-blooded he could be. He broke down sobbing.
He knelt on the ground, holding me and begging me.
Begging me not to die, begging me to forgive him.
He said I was the only person he had ever loved.
But I didn't love him. Not even a little.
Because the person I truly loved was a police officer, and seven years ago, on the eve of our wedding, he shot him in the head.
