Jilted Mafia Queen: Ruling The North

I grew up with four mafia heirs, taking a sacred blood oath at ten years old that we would never abandon each other. I was supposed to be their Mafia Queen.

But the moment a fragile, trembling girl named Lyra appeared, they threw me away. To give her my Ivy League slot, my fiancé Damian forced me to sign a permanent defection contract to the freezing North.

When Lyra cried fake tears and framed me for stealing, the four men I loved didn't hesitate to turn on me. They violently twisted my arms, tore my room apart, and permanently deleted all my childhood videos—the only memories I had left of my dead parents.

"You do not exist in this Family anymore," Damian threatened coldly.

My heart died in that exact moment. I had turned down prestigious Northern commissions twice just to stay by their side, sacrificing my dreams for our vow, only to be erased without a single question.

When the armored extraction vehicle arrived, I calmly took off my promise ring and threw away our blood oath crest. I crossed the border and permanently severed our bond without looking back.

Five years later, when the future Don knelt in the dirt begging me to come home, I looked at him with absolute indifference.

"What is given away is no longer wanted."