But at the wedding with Emily Hart, Sophia pressed a gun to her own temple.
“If you marry her, I’ll pull the trigger.”
My father was the head of the largest private military organization in the American underworld, and I was his only son. Since childhood, I’d had four personal bodyguards sworn to protect me. Sophia was the youngest of the four—and she was my fiancée.
Five years ago, she had insisted on taking the organization’s first SSS-level mission. My father and I tried everything to stop her, but she went anyway. She said she wanted to be the highest-paid mercenary in the underground world, the woman who could stand shoulder to shoulder with me.
Five years later, I finally heard she was back.
When I rushed to the estate without even stopping to put on a coat, what I saw was my three sisters standing beside my father, their eyes full of hostility toward Sophia.
I was stunned.
“Isn’t it good that Sophia is back? Why are you treating her like this?”
The moment they saw me, both my father and my sisters showed a trace of pity in their eyes. But I didn’t think much of it. I was only overjoyed that five years of waiting had finally come to an end.
“Sophia, you’re back…”