After my family went bankrupt, I became a mistress of my ex-boyfriend, a mafia boss—his on-call sex toy for whenever he wanted. Thinking of my mother lying in the ICU, I swallowed my shame and studied moves from adult films, desperately trying to please him in bed. When Lucas slapped my ass and ordered me to “lift it higher,” I complied in humiliation. Just endure a little longer. My mom still needs money to survive. “You’re such a slut when you get like this, it feels damn good..” Utterly mortified, I asked hoarsely, “When will you transfer the money?” He lit a cigarette. “Next month.” A chill instantly spread through my body. I turned back and begged desperately, “But you promised it would be tomorrow… My mom can’t hold on until next month.” “Please.” Lucas slowly blew out a smoke ring. “I used the liquid funds to buy Mia the latest sniper rifle. She needs some protection for her first mission.” He thought I would kick up a huge fuss like I used to. But this time, I was truly exhausted.
“You’re going out like that?” Lucas glanced at my torn clothes, his eyes sweeping toward the door he’d deliberately left slightly open. I knew what he was reminding me—that everything that just happened had been clearly visible to his men through that crack. But they’d already witnessed me in even more degrading positions. What did this matter? I numbly pushed the door open. He grabbed my wrist. “Do you have any shame left?” I looked back calmly. “Have you ever given me any dignity?” He fell silent. We both knew the truth. From the moment I beat him three times in a row at that shooting competition when we were nineteen, he’d fallen deeply in love with me. He said he loved the fierce determination in my eyes when I pulled the trigger. But in just seven years, he grew tired of it. All because the newcomer Mia curled up in his arms and said, “Lucas, the way Kiera looks at me… I’m so scared.” So he personally severed the tendons in my hands, ensuring I could never hold a gun again. Seven years of life-and-death companionship, defeated by a single tear from his new flame. He’d brought up breaking things off seven times, each time because Mia wanted official recognition. Even now, knowing full well my mother was lying in the ICU waiting for money to survive, he remained unmoved. My eyes suddenly burned. I asked hoarsely, “That sniper rifle—how much did it cost?” He said casually, “Three hundred million.” Three hundred million. My heart felt like it was being crushed by an invisible hand, the pain suffocating. I only needed fifty million. A fraction of that amount would be enough to save my mother. After seven years with him, I wasn’t worth as much as Mia’s sniper rifle. Lucas always meant what he said. If he said wait a month, even if I died right here, he wouldn’t change his mind. I stopped pleading and walked straight to the door. Outside, several team members were smoking. They fell abruptly silent when they saw me. They awkwardly looked away. Someone laughed nervously, “Kiera, finished with training?” The group exchanged knowing glances, laughing under their breath. Lucas threw a glass from inside. The shards sliced across my calf. Blood seeped into my pants. I didn’t even feel it. He frowned at the bloody mark before tossing his jacket over my shoulders in front of everyone. “I said one month, not never. Who are you making that face for?” The buttons weren’t even fastened—just draped over me for show. I looked deeply at this man I’d loved for seven years. I’d always thought if I was just a little more obedient, a little more humble, he’d remember that I’d once taken a bullet for him, that I’d been willing to die for him. They say true love means caring, but his eyes held only coldness. The moment I stepped out of the compound, all my strength drained away. My legs shook so badly I could barely stand. As tears fell, laughter echoed shamelessly from inside. Someone asked Lucas, “The Sterling family was obviously set up. Are you really not going to help?” Lucas’s voice was cold. “I’m the one who set the trap. Mia said Kiera publicly humiliated her when she first joined the organization. She’s been hurt all these years—I had to make it up to her somehow.” “Aren’t you worried Kiera will actually leave? She’s a top-tier sniper with a backbone of steel.” Lucas laughed outright. “Come on. We’ve known each other eight years, been together seven. Kiera always comes running back with one phone call.” “If she can actually walk away, I might actually respect her for once.” I pressed against the wall, biting my hand hard to keep from sobbing out loud. My family’s bankruptcy, my desperate pleas for help that went unanswered—it was all because Lucas blocked every avenue, all because Mia shed a few tears three years ago. My wounds stuck to my soaked clothes. Every movement tore at my flesh. Thinking of my mother covered in tubes, thinking of the doctor saying they’d stop the machines if I didn’t pay soon, I slapped myself twice, hard. “Idiot. If you hadn’t fallen for him, you wouldn’t have dragged your whole family into this hell.” I never imagined that trusting someone with my life would end like this. The Davis family was a powerful gang controlling half the underground arms trade. Lucas’s word could determine life or death. He was determined to avenge Mia. No one in the underworld dared help me. I stood on the river bridge in despair, looking at the surging waters below, almost ready to jump. But I didn’t dare. If I died, what would happen to my mother?
I suddenly thought of Mia. Three years ago, during a cross-border mission, I attended as the Sterling family heiress alongside her, when she was still a newcomer. In the lounge, some arms dealer drunkenly groped her thigh. I happened to witness it and got her out of the situation. At the time, I’d just had a fight with Lucas over rumors about him and another woman. He decided to spite me, laughing in front of everyone, “Miss Sterling likes playing the hero? New girl, you report to me from now on.” I never imagined that would be the beginning of our twisted triangle. I don’t know when Lucas fell for Mia. He gave her top-tier equipment, hired the best instructors for private training, let her participate in the most important missions. To spare her any grievance, he bought an entire smuggling route as her birthday present. Whenever Mia frowned, I didn’t need to ask to know why—because Lucas would cut contact with me first, then apologize to the organization using my name. He said, “Mia is innocent. She can’t handle this kind of thing.” She couldn’t be wronged, so I had to be the one who suffered. I stumbled to the private club hosting tonight’s celebration for Mia, only to be stopped by security at the door. “Sorry, Miss Sterling. Mr. Davis ordered that no one disturb Miss Mia.” This club used to be a place Lucas brought me often. Now that I was discarded, no one would show me any courtesy. The night wind cut through my thin clothes. My wounds reopened, pain making my teeth chatter. “Let her in.” I looked up. Lucas stood on the gallery, looking down at me. Something flashed in his eyes before quickly turning cold again. “Who are you trying to look pitiful for? Don’t you know your old injury acts up when you get a high fever?” Right. I’d once taken a bullet to the lung saving him. Catching cold always brought on a fever. Back when things were good between us, he’d wrap me in his coat and stay up all night monitoring my IV drip. I lowered my head. “I want to talk to Mia.” Lucas frowned slightly, a mocking smile playing at his lips. “You haven’t changed, Kiera.” He was afraid I’d make things difficult for Mia. After all, I had a “record.” When I first discovered Mia calling Lucas at dawn saying she had nightmares, I’d stormed into her dorm and thrown her phone in the sink in front of the whole team. As everyone snickered, Lucas came over and slapped me. Every team member froze. I stood my ground defiantly. “You’re my man. Not just anyone can harass you in the middle of the night.” Lucas just looked at me coldly, publicly shielding the pale-faced Mia behind him. “Look at yourself, acting like a crazy woman. You think you deserve to call me your man?” He left me standing there while everyone pointed and whispered. Because of that, Mia took my place on an overseas mission I’d been preparing for a month. Lucas locked me in the basement to “reflect.” However many days Mia was unhappy, that’s how many days I was confined. Not a drop of water. Lucas didn’t come back until he’d spent a week comforting her. Afraid she’d be affected by public opinion, he directly transferred operating rights to a port as compensation. I shook my head, forcing out a smile more painful than crying. “I just want to explain to her that there’s nothing between us anymore.” The clear doubt on his face made my heart ache. I admit I still loved him. I knew his pride as the Davis heir was immense. All these years, I’d never defied him, terrified that one wrong look would hurt him. I never expected he could be this ruthless toward me—setting up my family’s destruction just to appease Mia. It wasn’t that I didn’t love him anymore. I just didn’t dare to. Once grievances take root, they spread wildly. My eyes instantly reddened. Lucas frowned. “If you want to talk, talk. Why are you crying…” He was about to raise his hand when a figure ran out from the club. Mia wore a custom evening gown, radiating luxury and confidence—far more dazzling than the timid newcomer from years ago. More than me, she looked like the princess Lucas treasured. I smiled bitterly, watching as Lucas quickly walked to Mia’s side.
“Why did you come out?” Lucas’s tone instantly softened. She lowered her head. The moment her eyes reddened, Lucas panicked, pulling her into his arms and coaxing gently, “Who made our Mia upset?” Only then did Mia smile through her tears, lightly hitting his shoulder. “I heard Kiera was here. I came out to see.” “Now you’ve seen her. Satisfied?” He asked Mia, but his eyes were on me. I thought she should be satisfied. The Sterling family heiress who once rescued her during a mission now stood before her in tattered clothes, hair matted with blood and sweat, utterly wretched. What wasn’t there to be satisfied about? I wanted to question them, but I didn’t dare—afraid that if Mia became unhappy, my mother wouldn’t survive even her last few days. I forced myself to produce a pleasing smile. “Mia, long time no see.” She was more natural than I was. “Kiera, you didn’t need to come specially. I’ve already forgiven you.” I looked up at her. Forgiven me? Forgiven me for throwing away the phone she used to seduce someone else’s boyfriend, or forgiven me for blocking her path to becoming Mrs. Davis? I was momentarily dazed, just staring at her blankly. But Lucas suddenly got angry. “Mia’s being generous enough to forgive you. Shouldn’t you say thank you?” A thousand arrows pierced my heart. I bit down hard on my jaw, holding back tears. The words of gratitude ground between my teeth again and again, my tongue tasting blood before they finally broke free, “Thank you.” Lucas looked away, pulling out a black card and placing it in Mia’s palm. “There’s fifty million in here. You decide whether to give it to her.” My eyes lit up immediately. If I could just get the money, my mother could live. I looked at Mia hopefully, only to see her slowly curl her fingers around the card. Mia’s lips curved slightly. “Kiera made the whole team mock me back then and made Lucas misunderstand me. I can’t let her off that easily.” Lucas smiled and tapped her nose affectionately. “Whatever you say.” I panicked instantly. My mother was waiting for this money to survive. I’d already used all our savings trying to plug the holes in the family business. Now penniless, I was being hounded by creditors and enemies every day. My mother’s heart was already weak. The shock sent her to intensive care. This was my last chance, right in front of me. I begged desperately, “Mia, I’m sorry. I was wrong. You can punish me however you want. Please help me.” Mia tilted her head thoughtfully, then said playfully, “How about this—if Kiera barks like a dog for me, I’ll give you the card. Deal?” She smiled sweetly, but her words were poison. “Make it sound real, okay? I heard Kiera used to be amazing at disguises and imitations during missions.” Lucas remained silent, standing beside Mia as if backing her up. “Don’t want to…” She started to put the card back in her pocket with mock regret. I immediately cried out, “I will!” As soon as the words left my mouth, she laughed triumphantly, her eyes crinkling as she waited for my performance. I glanced at the unmoved Lucas. My throat felt like it had been scraped with sandpaper. It was just a few barks, yet it felt like being stripped naked in public. I opened my mouth. No sound came out. My nails dug into my palms. The taste of blood filled my mouth. “Woof…” When the first sound escaped, I heard my voice trembling. “Woof woof…” The second was clearer. Someone in the hallway couldn’t help laughing. “Sounds so real,” someone whispered. Mia laughed with satisfaction, then pretended to be regretful. “Oh Kiera, I was just joking. Why did you actually do it?” I didn’t stop. I lowered my head and continued, “Woof woof woof…” Each sound scraped my throat like a blade. “Oh…” Mia sighed lightly and tossed the card at my feet. I bent down to pick it up, tears falling onto the gold-embossed surface. My mother could be saved. Lucas, I’ll never dare to love you again.
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