Part 2I Transmigrated as the Mafia Heiress in a Redemption Novel

From then on, I became Declan's undisputed boss.

He challenged me frequently after that, even encouraging other guys in the syndicate to spar with me, but they all ended in failure.

After all, in my past life, I was a top-tier martial artist.

This result wasn't a surprise to me.

But when Declan got accidentally injured during one of our bouts, he couldn't help but ask:

"Why do you push yourself so hard every time...?"

I glanced at him, my expression dead serious. "I know you've always looked down on me. Actually, it's not just you. A lot of people think I'm just a spoiled heiress who only knows how to spend money. I went all out today not just for you, but to prove to everyone that my father's daughter is not useless."

His expression shifted, a flash of guilt crossing his face. After a moment of silence, he spoke with genuine sincerity: "I'm sorry. I misjudged you before."

I waved it off. "I don't need your apology. I need your loyalty."

Declan froze.

I locked eyes with him, enunciating every word:

"Declan, I want you to swear that you will never betray me."

The moment the words left my mouth, Declan didn't hesitate. He dropped to one knee at my feet, his expression devout:

"I, Declan, swear that in this life, I will never betray my Lady, Harper Vance."

Looking at him, the smile on my lips deepened.

Declan was a man of his word. Once he made a promise, he would never go back on it.

How many steps does it take to conquer a man?

First, become a tiger, then become a cat.

I subdued him with force first, then moved him with my attitude.

Father this, father that—I didn't care about any of that.

I was just really curious.

Now that I had taken the upper hand, what was the female lead going to do?