Scarring His Lover Is Just the First Step
Caleb Larson used to be the most insignificant member among my subordinates.
That was, until he blocked a stab meant for me. That blade was 0.4 inches away from plunging right into his heart.
After that, I insisted on marrying Caleb regardless of my family's objections.
Since then, everyone thinks that I, the spoiled and wilful heiress to a gang, have gotten married out of love.
Two years later, however, a woman seeks me out.
"Are you Quinn Stewart?" she asks.
She waves the gold bracelet that has the initials "CS" engraved on it.
"Cal no longer loves you. He tells me that he feels nauseous whenever he sees your face. You'd better pack up and leave the Stewart family if you still have any sense left in you."
I blow the steam away from my coffee cup. Not even the woman's pained screams are capable of making me frown in the slightest.
But when Caleb personally rushes over and demands to know why I've chosen to beat Selene up to the point her face gets disfigured, my expression changes instantly.
"Everything is over between us, Caleb!"