My Underboss, Your Troublemaker Is Gone

Grant, the heir to the Bennett family, had been my protector for over a decade.

He taught me how to fire my first shot and saved me from every attempt on my life.

After someone slipped drugs into Grant's drink at the family gathering, he stumbled into my room, and his icy control shattered.

His hands found my waist as he pulled me close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered my name.

A single night of drugged passion left me pregnant with his child.

When my twin sister, Claire, found out, she left a note and disappeared, heartbroken.

After that, I was cast as the cold-hearted villain who drove her own sister away.

Grant personally forced the contraceptive potion down my throat and exiled me to the lawless territories beyond our family's control.

To make me atone, he abandoned me to fend for myself in that desolate land. I was eventually killed in the crossfire of a mob war.

As I lay dying, my mind was flooded with memories of Grant.

The troublemaker he always called me was finally gone. He must have been relieved.

When I next opened my eyes, I had returned to the morning after that disastrous night.

This time, without hesitation, I drank the contraceptive potion myself.

Grant, the heir to the Bennett family, had been my protector for over a decade.

He taught me how to fire my first shot and saved me from every attempt on my life.

After someone slipped drugs into Grant's drink at the family gathering, he stumbled into my room, and his icy control shattered.

His hands found my waist as he pulled me close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered my name.

A single night of drugged passion left me pregnant with his child.

When my twin sister, Claire, found out, she left a note and disappeared, heartbroken.

After that, I was cast as the cold-hearted villain who drove her own sister away.

Grant personally forced the contraceptive potion down my throat and exiled me to the lawless territories beyond our family's control.

To make me atone, he abandoned me to fend for myself in that desolate land. I was eventually killed in the crossfire of a mob war.

As I lay dying, my mind was flooded with memories of Grant.

The troublemaker he always called me was finally gone. He must have been relieved.

When I next opened my eyes, I had returned to the morning after that disastrous night.

This time, without hesitation, I drank the contraceptive potion myself.

...

Grant woke up just after I finished the potion.

A night of passion. The marks I had left still stained his skin.

But his eyes were terrifyingly cold, his expression murderous.

"Aria, you're a Ricci. Have you no shame?"

"Resorting to cheap tricks like drugging my drink? I never thought you would sink so low. You disgust me."

Even though I had heard these words once before, they still felt like