Just A Subordinate：The Don's Regretful Obsession

I’m the Blackthorn family’s top surgeon and their “cleaner.” I’ve handled countless messes for Evan Blackthorn.

I was also his secret lover for five years.

He was inside me more times than I can count, holding me tight as I came apart, kissing me with an obsession for my body he never bothered to hide.

It all ended after sex one night, when he said with a casual laugh, “I should get a wife, Rachel.”

“And maybe you should find a good man and get married, too.”

I wasn’t angry. I just quietly said, “Okay.”

In my last life, I insisted on staying by his side. It got me both my hands broken, my career as a surgeon shattered. In the end, during a raid by a rival family, he left me behind as bait, holding his brother’s widow, Sofia, tenderly in his arms.

So this time, I learned my lesson.

I stayed away from him. Found a new man, just like he wanted.

But this time, the always cool and calculated Mafia Don lost his mind.

On the surface, I'm the Blackthorn family's private doctor. But I was also Don Blackthorn's secret for five years. I thought I could win him over, but then, after sex one night, he told me, “Maybe you should find a good man and get married, too.” That’s when I knew. The one he really loved was his brother's widow.

The air was thick with sweat and expensive cologne.

Evan Blackthorn finished with a final, hard thrust, lingering to kiss my neck.

I was still catching my breath, watching in a daze as he rolled off me. The muscles of his back gleamed in the dim light.

He walked naked to the floor-to-ceiling window and lit a cigarette.

“I need a wife, Rachel.”

I didn’t say anything. I just sat up and reached for the black dress pooled on the floor.

It was the same routine for five years. After the pleasure, I was on my own. Get dressed, pretend we just finished talking business.

“A real Blackthorn wife,” he continued, not looking at me. “Someone who can stand by my side, host family dinners, give me an heir.”

Silence filled the room.

In my last life, those words would’ve sent a thrill through me. I would’ve wrapped my arms around him from behind and asked, full of hope, “Are you asking me to marry you?”

But now, I just calmly zipped up my dress.

I knew what was coming next.

“Maybe you should find a good man and get married, too.”

He smiled at me, and you couldn’t tell if he was joking or dead serious.

I nodded. Then I took the black key card from my purse and placed it gently on the table.

“I don’t think I’ll be needing this anymore,” I said, my voice even.

It was the key card to his private residence. A privilege I used to be proud of.

Evan’s brow furrowed instantly. For the first time,