I Disappeared for Him to Regret Me

Eleven years. That was how long I stayed beside Cassian Valcourt, the mafia boss I once belonged to after he found me as a child in the snow. His bodyguard. His weapon. His possession.

“Your life belongs to me now.”

“…Okay.”

I was twelve when I said yes—and I never took it back. I killed for him, bled for him, and stayed at his side even on the nights he couldn’t sleep, as if I were only useful in his darkness but never meant for anything more. I told myself that maybe that was enough.

Until she returned. Valeria. My little sister. Alive.

“Sister… I missed you so much.”