The Moon Shines on My Return
I was the girl Ian Sutherland, the underworld boss himself, personally picked to be a shield for his beloved.
By the third year of our marriage, I'd been kidnapped by his enemies for the eighth time. When Ian came with his men to rescue me, the negotiation hadn't even lasted five minutes before the girl called him.
"Ian, I lost a dare and have to kiss one of the guys here. But I want my first kiss to be yours. Can you come get me?"
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The moment Ian left without a second thought, a knife plunged into my abdomen, and blood gushed out. His men handled it the same way they had the last seven times—paying off whoever they had to, then sending me to the hospital.
In the ambulance, I heard someone wondering if I'd live long enough to see the day that girl could stand on her own. They burst out laughing, while I was the only one crying.
My mission to save the underworld boss had failed, and I was about to be erased by the system.
Ian, I wouldn't live to see that day.