Love Divided by Revenge, Let's Separate for Good

Eight years of gunfire and fighting.

One day, I caught unfamiliar sandalwood scent mixed in Lizbeth’s blood. My men who investigate her condition said that she had protected that boy like a precious jewel so that it remained untouched by others.

I tried to get her back to her senses, so I kidnapped her boy.

What I got in return was war. She fought me to the death and killed a hundred of my men.

“He’s just a kid! He doesn’t know how the underwolrd works! You didn’t need to do this.”

“It's is going to be the first time and the last time, something like this happen.”

But I could not accept this defeat. So on the day she proposed marriage, I kidnapped the boy again.

She praised me for handling her problem. Yet that night she stunned me, ripped open my chest with her own hands. She threw my beating heart in front of me. Her face was bloody as she smiled like a monster.

“I've told you the kidnapping was going to be the last time. You're pushing it too far, so don't expect me to show any mercy,” she said before carrying the boy and left.

I've lost too much blood and fell unconscious. Her men had beaten me without rest.

At death I finally understood: I could not beat her. However, when I opened my eyes—I was back to the day I first kidnapped the boy.

The difference was, I didn't want anything from this ordeal.

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“Ah! Don’t hurt me! Liz is pregnant with my child. Please let me go. We’ll pay anything! She put a tracker on me. If I don’t answer for an hour, she will come!”

The boy blurted out as he cowered on the ground, protecting his head out of fear. His white shirt was stained with blood, but he remained innocent.

At that moment I somehow understood why Lizbeth loved him. So, I untied him and asked one question.

“Do you know what kind of person Lizbeth is? She can’t give you the marriage you want. If you follow her, you will get nothing.”

The boy met my eyes, determination mixed with innocence were reflected in his eyes. “I know. But she said I’m different from other men. She promised me a wedding. After the child is born, she will take me to register our marriage.”

He continued, “I don’t know who you are, but if she ever offended you, please, forgive her.”

He nervously showed his phone. The screen had a reminder notification: [appointment to register marriage.]

At that moment, all my reason fell apart. I had chased Lizbeth for eight years. I had often said I wanted peace. I wanted a home.

Yet, she always refused.

“Living in the underworld business will force you to live on the edge. Marriage is a weakness. They'll harm you, you know.”

Lizbeth had clearly changed for this boy. Her principles broke easily.

So, she did want a home... just not one with me.

I untied the boy and told my men to leave us. Meanwhile, I stayed. I hid in a corner of the factory.

The boy had told the truth. Lizbeth arrived ten minutes later.

The moment she came in, her eyes locked on him. She could not leave him. They held each other in the mess and kissed. The joy of finding him again broke all her reason.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. Who kidnapped you? I will made them pay!”

The boy sobbed and fell into her arms, holding her tight. “Don’t kill anyone. You promised me.”

Those words broke the hard anger that had lived in Lizbeth for years.

“All right. I promise.” She gently patted the boy’s shoulder. “We’re going home.”