Her beautiful yet dark past🥲👌

Surprise

As I stepped out of the Port Mafia's imposing building, I reached for my phone and dialed Kira's number. The events of the meeting had taken a toll on me, both physically and emotionally, and I felt drained.

"Kira, I need you to come pick me up," I said, my voice reflecting my exhaustion. "I'm outside the Port Mafia's headquarters."

Kira, my trusted ally, assured me that she was on her way. It was a moment of respite in the tumultuous world I inhabited, a brief pause to gather my strength and contemplate the uncertain path that lay ahead.

As I stepped out of the Port Mafia's imposing building, I reached for my phone and dialed Kira's number. The events of the meeting had taken a toll on me, both physically and emotionally, and I felt drained.

"Kira, I need you to come pick me up," I said, my voice reflecting my exhaustion. "I'm outside the Port Mafia's headquarters."

Kira, my trusted ally, assured me that she was on her way. It was a moment of respite in the tumultuous world I inhabited, a brief pause to gather my strength and contemplate the uncertain path that lay ahead.

The car pulled up in front of a grand mansion, a testament to the wealth and power that came with my position. The imposing gates swung open to allow our entry, and I couldn't help but notice the vigilant security measures in place—guards stationed strategically, cameras monitoring every angle, and a palpable sense of fortress-like protection.

As I stepped out of the car, Kira following closely behind, I was reminded of the constant need for security and secrecy in the world I inhabited. It was a life of luxury, but one that came with its own set of dangers and challenges.

As I stepped out of the car, a sudden wave of dizziness and weakness washed over me, causing my footing to falter. I began to sway precariously, on the verge of collapsing.

Before I could hit the ground, Michael, one of the guards stationed nearby, moved with lightning speed, catching me in his arms. His strong grip prevented me from falling, and he steadied me, concern etched on his face.

"Yuki-sama, are you all right?" Michael asked, his voice laced with worry.

I took a moment to regain my composure, my weakness a stark reminder of the toll the day had taken on me. With a nod, I replied, "I'm fine, Michael. Just a momentary lapse. Thank you."

Supported by Michael, I made my way towards the mansion, where the promise of rest and security awaited, but the events of the day continued to weigh heavily on my mind.

Michael, ever the vigilant and attentive guard, led me inside the mansion to the living room, where he gently set me down on the comfortable couch. He then turned to me with a concerned expression and asked, "Yuki-sama, do you need anything? Water, perhaps?"

I appreciated his care and concern. Despite my earlier display of power and authority, moments like these were a stark reminder of my vulnerability. With a faint smile, I replied, "Water would be perfect, Michael, thank you."

As he moved to fetch the water, I settled into the plush couch, my thoughts turning to the complex web of alliances and rivalries within the Port Mafia and the uncertain future that lay ahead.

I watched as Michael quickly fetched a glass of water, but before he could leave the room, I added with a hint of urgency, "Michael, please also call Rin. I need to know if something is wrong with the baby, please."

Understanding the gravity of the situation, Michael nodded and promptly made the necessary calls, ensuring that the matters of my health and the well-being of my family were being attended to with the utmost care and attention.