《Left Off the Christmas List, so I Left》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

"Tear down the whole backyard garden. Get the bulldozers in this afternoon," Elena's commanding voice echoed through the living room. "I want a full-glass outdoor art studio built by next week."My hand froze halfway to my mouth with my water glass.That was the garden I had personally tended to for three years. It was filled with rare Bulgarian roses. It was my only sanctuary after work."No problem. Mia mentioned a couple of days ago that she wanted to learn oil painting, and the indoor lighting is too dim," Don Vincent agreed easily, not even looking up from his newspaper.Luca walked downstairs, smiling in agreement. "Once the studio is done, I’ll have someone import the best natural pigments. Mia deserves the best."Just because of Mia’s sudden whim, they erased three years of my hard work without a second thought.I sat in the armchair opposite them, quietly taking a sip of water.I didn't fight it. I didn't ask why.Because I knew any objection would just be seen as me being gre

Today was a Sterling family gathering at an estate on the outskirts of the city.As usual, my parents took Luca and Julian around to socialize, listening to everyone praise their deeply bonded family of four.Meanwhile, I sat in a corner, quietly nursing a drink."Get down!"A piercing alarm tore through the peace of the estate. The mafia banquet instantly turned into a bloodbath.Rival cartel members kicked the doors in with submachine guns, spraying the hall with bullets.The moment the gunfire erupted, my eardrums screamed in pain.I hit the floor, instinctively looking up for a familiar face.Only to see Julian, who was much closer to me, sprinting toward Mia. He, along with my parents and brother, formed a human shield around her, protecting her completely.I was left completely exposed in the crossfire.Crash!A bullet shattered the floor-to-ceiling window next to me.Countless shards of sharp glass exploded like shrapnel, slicing deep into my right arm. A stray bullet grazed my

Don Vincent mobilized the Sterling family’s entire network across North America, pulling strings in the underworld and even using FBI informants, just to track down Willow.Julian went half-mad, spending days without sleep scouring surveillance footage from every airport and border control agency.Twelve hours later, they got a devastating answer."Don, the young lady definitely left the States," an Associate reported, sweating bullets in front of Vincent. "But... she used a special deployment channel. Her destination is classified at the highest level by an international medical organization. We have no jurisdiction to view it, and no way to track it."Vincent’s massive frame swayed, and he fell back into his chair.His proud power and status were reduced to garbage. He couldn't even find his own Principessa.That evening, Donna Elena and Vincent walked into Willow's bedroom in a daze.It was the first time in ten years they had actually set foot inside their biological daughter's roo

Julian’s POVThe days without Willow were pure torture for everyone in the Sterling family. Every minute was a punishment.In the first few months, Don Vincent used every extreme, ruthless method a mafia boss had at his disposal. He sent men to scour airports, ports, and even human smuggling rings globally.But no matter how many millions he burned, the answer was always the same: No trace.The once untouchable, god-like Don of the North American underworld visibly aged within months.Most of Vincent's hair had turned stark white.He often sat alone in his empty study, staring at a family photo where his daughter was pushed to the very edge, letting out ragged, raspy sighs.He held the power of life and death over thousands, yet tragically realized he was too powerless to even find his own daughter.Elena’s breakdown was the most complete.After Willow left, Elena moved into Willow's old room.Every night, she curled up on that hard twin bed, burying her face deep into Willow's pillow,

The next morning, the New York wind was biting cold.As I pushed open the hotel doors, my footsteps faltered at the sight before me.Elena stood in the freezing wind.She was skeletal, her once-proud elegance completely gone, replaced by deep dark circles and overwhelming exhaustion. Seeing me, she froze, then hesitantly walked toward me like a child who had done something wrong."Willow..." her voice was hoarse. Her trembling hand reached out to touch me but violently pulled back as tears flooded her eyes. "Please, just come home and see us? Just one look..."Looking at her, looking like she might shatter in the wind, I felt no thrill of revenge. Just a surreal sense of peace, as if looking at a stranger from another lifetime."Okay," I nodded faintly.The car pulled into the Sterling estate.The moment the doors opened, I saw Vincent and Luca.The Don who once ruled the North American underworld was now entirely white-haired, his back hunched. He leaned heavily on a cane, staring at