Choi San, a revered and feared mafia boss, reigns over Seoul's underworld with an iron fist, his influence extending seamlessly across both legal and illegal domains. But his empire is shaken to its core when his beloved daughter, Eun-ji, is kidnapp...
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There was nothing that could make me believe Wooyoung was a good person. He had been the first to go after my men, despite me never sending anyone on him. I'd been looking for the one person who had betrayed me, and while Wooyoung wasn't wrong about the rat, I hadn't trusted him. Not fully. He didn't know me—didn't understand how things operated in my world.
Blood was shed regularly because trust was fragile, and betrayal was unforgivable. The way I acted might have seemed impulsive to some, but it was always justified in my mind. Life had already been hard enough without the constant power plays and backstabbing. Raising my daughter alone after her mother's murder was something I never saw coming, and for two long years, I had searched for the person responsible. Yet, despite my reach, despite all the resources at my disposal, there had been no evidence, no trail to follow. I could find anyone.
Sitting in my office, I absentmindedly twirled the pocket knife in my hand, lost in thoughts of failure and revenge. The blade caught the dim light as it spun, a reminder of how quickly everything could change with a single cut. The silence was heavy, thick with memories of what I had lost. I didn't even notice Hongjoong rush into the room, Seonghwa hot on his heels.
The look on their faces was all it took for me to know something was wrong. Hongjoong was usually calm, but now his face was pale, eyes wide with fear. Seonghwa, just behind him, looked equally shaken.
"Eun-ji is missing," Seonghwa blurted out, his voice tight with panic.
I froze, the knife slipping from my fingers and clattering onto the desk. "What?" My voice came out a growl, the disbelief mixing with a deep, primal fear I hadn't felt in years.
"We had guards everywhere," Seonghwa continued, his voice breaking slightly. "But she's gone. She's not in the mansion. We don't know how, but she's... just gone."
For a split second, the world seemed to stop spinning. My heart pounded in my chest, a cold, sharp fury boiling under the surface. I had doubled security, tripled it, after everything that had happened. No one should have been able to touch her. No one. Yet here we were, and my daughter, the only light left in my world, had been taken.
I stood up slowly, the chair scraping against the floor as I did. The air around me thickened, my grip tightening into a fist at my side. "Find out who's responsible," I said, my voice a deadly calm that barely hid the storm brewing inside. "Now."
Hongjoong and Seonghwa nodded, but before they could leave, I grabbed Seonghwa by the arm, my eyes boring into his. "No mistakes. No mercy. I want my daughter back. And if anyone stands in your way, you end them. Understand?"
Seonghwa nodded, swallowing hard before leaving the room with Hongjoong.
As they left, I stood there, the weight of it all pressing down on me like a crushing force. My hand trembled slightly as I reached for the pocket knife again, clutching it tightly. Whoever had taken her would pay, and this time, there would be no hesitation, no second chances.
