After the King of the Capital's Underworld Could Hear My Thoughts

To save his company, my father was going to hand me over to the King of Hell, the most feared man in the capital.

The King of Hell had no interest in women and was vicious and cruel.

Still, my father went against all odds and sent me to his bed.

"What kind of trash dares climb into my bed? You must be tired of living."

"Guards, drag her out and feed her to the dogs!"

He threw me hard onto the floor, and I landed with a painful grimace.

I couldn't help cursing inwardly: [As expected of the King of Hell. He threatens to kill people at the drop of a hat.]

Just then, the King of Hell narrowed his eyes and fixed a dangerously intense stare on me.