WHEN TWO RED FLAGS KISS.
Fifteen years ago, I was sent to Africa, which was the perfect hiding place for me at the time, after getting adopted by the most brutal, heartless, and scariest family that I never thought I would be involved with.
One after the other, everyone in my orphanage got adopted by a sweet, loving, memorable family until it was time for me to get adopted. I got hell! Literally and figuratively, our family is named Hell.
The family of Hell Morgathor. Powerful, dangerous, and untouchable, the second largest mafia in South Korea, ruled by my adopted mother, and she plans to pass it down to me.
Which everyone in the family is against, by the way.
It wasn’t good news when my mother walked into my orpha
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