The life of the underworld was something Ashley had dreamed of escaping all her life. Born as a bastard from an affair between an underworld kingpin and a prostitute, Ashley was meant to die even before she was born. The only reason she survived was that her father thought she was a boy.

From a young age, she understood that if she wanted to survive in this world of violence—on top of her father’s wife and daughter’s schemes—she had to be useful.

So, she made herself a promise: one day, she would escape this world.

Ashley almost succeeded… until her father found her again and thrust her into a marriage of convenience with his rival, Dominion, in his beloved daughter’s place.

Everyone in the underworld knew Dominion.

They were cruel, organized, and simply spawns of evil. And the man who stood above that power, Luciano, was said to be downright diabolical. Just their name alone could make anyone tremble.

And this organization was where Ashley now had to survive.

To make matters worse, the marriage also came with a child — Luciano’s mute heir.

Forced to become the wife of one of the most violent and powerful underworld organizations, and the mother of its future leader, Ashley made a vow.

“No matter what, I’ll escape this place!”

But she would soon realize it wouldn’t be as simple as that. Not when the feared members of Dominion clung to her feet, begging,

“Madam, don’t go!”

And when the mute stepson finally spoke, “Mommy, if you’re leaving, please take me with you.”

Finally, her diabolical, obsessive, and utterly territorial husband said,

“I’ve packed our things. Where should we go?”

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Ashley rolled her eyes at Scott, who was holding a pistol. He gave her a knowing look.


"Never let anyone take your gun," she answered.


She studied the pistol in his hand before meeting his eyes. "Mine."


"If I get ahold of it again, I'm firing it at you," he warned before tossing the pistol to her.


Ashley caught it midair and examined it. She tilted it from side to side before pointing it at him.


Her lips curled into a smug smirk as a pellet struck him in the chest.


Scott's brows furrowed. He glanced down at where the pellet had hit him before looking into her eyes again.


"Rule number one: never let go of your weapon, and never let anyone take it," she reminded him with a light chuckle. "Unless… you want them to hold it for a while."


Silence fell between them before a defeated chuckle escaped Scott.


Chapter 513 - Will You Shoot Your Own Daughter?