Part 1I Transmigrated as the Mafia Heiress in a Redemption Novel

I transmigrated into a redemption novel as the mafia heiress.

The male lead was the adopted son I had bullied in every possible way.

The illegitimate daughter—the original female lead—stood before me, aggressive and self-righteous: "You bitch, I won't let you hurt him again!"

But in the very next second, she was violently grabbed by the throat by the usually silent, brooding male lead.

My eyes curved into a smile, though my expression remained perfectly innocent.

"Don't provoke me. When he goes crazy, he might actually kill you."

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The timing of my transmigration into this book was impeccable.

The male lead had just been assigned by my father to be "my" bodyguard.

Though he agreed in silence, having read the whole book, I knew he was far from submissive.

He believed only in the strong.

And he despised "me," a fragile, spoiled mob princess.

Moreover, "my" original personality was arrogant and cruel. I took pleasure in tormenting him, making him loathe "me" to the core.

But out of a sense of duty to repay his debt to my family, he swallowed all the bitterness, his personality growing increasingly dark and withdrawn.

And that was exactly what gave the illegitimate daughter, the female lead, the chance to "redeem" him.

Earning his absolute, undivided loyalty in return.

But now that I was here, I naturally wouldn't let her succeed.

I went straight to my father and proposed a sparring match between the male lead and me.

Whoever landed the first solid hit won, and the winner would be the boss.

In the sparring ring, I stared blankly at the handsome boy across from me, speaking loudly: "Show me everything you've got. I won't hold back."

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly and silently dropped into an offensive stance.

"Begin!"

At the command, the match started.

At first, his attitude was dismissive, but as my attacks grew relentless, he had to take it seriously. Eventually, I found an opening and landed a solid punch squarely on his left cheek.

He let out a muffled groan, stumbling back a few steps and crashing into the ropes.

He stared at me in shock. "You—"

I raised an eyebrow, my tone freezing cold:

"Declan, you lose."