She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 674: Assassin Shane

And so, she quickly found herself trapped in the quagmire of love.

Although she was studying in Jostrana, deep down she was a woman who loved traditional culture and had a romantic disposition. During her time at the university, she became the man's secret mistress. And so, she spent four years as his mistress in Jostrana.

As her return to her home country approached, her family called her multiple times urging her to come back and inherit the family business. However, being infatuated with love, she naively believed that she could spend her life with the man.

Because of her stubbornness, she cut off contact with her family and chose to stay in Jostrana as the man's mistress. It was quite common for wealthy individuals in Jostrana to keep mistresses, and some even had concubines.

But this foolish woman believed herself to be the man's true love, unaware that she was just one of his many mistresses. The occasional tenderness he showed her was enough to make her yearn for him. A few years passed, and she gave birth to a baby boy.

The man grew fond of the child and brought them both back to his family.

By then, the little boy was already five years old.

There, he encountered many siblings around his age, but they all disliked him because he carried Chulae blood in his veins.

They threw stones at him, pushed him to the ground, and forced him to imitate dogs. They tore his clothes and insulted his mother, calling her a shameless whore.

Because his mother was just an ordinary exchange student and didn't have the noble background like the other women around the man.

After less than three days there, the little boy couldn't bear it anymore. He held onto his mother and cried, telling her that he wasn't a bastard and that he wanted to see his father. But the woman could only hold him and cry, apologizing to him and explaining that his father was too busy.

Days passed one after another, and throughout the year, the little boy had not seen his father once.

However, not long after, his mother suddenly packed their things and said they were going back to Chulae to see his grandfather.

The little boy had long grown tired of the life in the grand mansion, and he was thrilled to finally be leaving this place. He couldn't help but boast to the others before they departed. They left on a winter morning with heavy snowfall.

As they left, the sky remained dark and gloomy. His mother wore a pink cherry dress, the first gift the man had given her.

He had praised her beautiful neck and the tenderness in her gaze when she lowered her head.

But apart from that, there was nothing else.

The woman's hometown was in Akloit, and his grandfather was just an ordinary carpenter.

For the little boy, his grandfather was a magical old man because he made many small toys to amuse him.

This was his first time in Chulae, and also his first time meeting his grandfather, the elderly man with white hair who gave him a hand-carved wooden bird.

He loved that wooden bird and hung it by his bedside, always looking at it before going to sleep.

The mother and son led a happy and peaceful life in Chulae, even though the little boy couldn't see his father. Every morning, when he opened the window, he saw lush fields, heard the chirping of birds, and smelled the fragrance of flowers. No one insulted or bullied his mother, forcing her to work day and night without enough food to eat.

In another year, he would start school. He had many wishes, but the strongest one was to become a doctor like his mother.

However, the good times didn't last. That man eventually found them.

It happened on a stormy night when lightning and rain filled the air. The man killed his grandfather.

When the little boy woke up, he found himself separated from his dear grandfather and in a strange place. His mother's eyes were red and swollen, as if she had been crying.

From that day on, the woman started to become mentally absent, sometimes clear-headed and sometimes confused.

During this period, the man began to train the boy in playing the piano.

The boy didn't enjoy playing the piano; for a beginner, it was a dull and boring task. Moreover, for a young boy who should be enjoying his childhood, sitting in front of the piano for hours was something he resisted. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

However, being physically weak, he was no match for the man. If he didn't pay enough attention, the man would either hit him or scold him.

The man personally handed him the famous piece, "The Thirteenth Pair of Eyes."

Apart from that, he also trained the boy in various weapons, with the aim of turning him into a killer.

Yes, a killer.

When the boy was twelve years old, the man took him back to Onistead.

He thought it would be the same as before, just practicing killing.

Little did he know that the man would give him one task after another, all undoubtedly involving murder.

His music, the music he took pride in, was nothing more than a weapon steeped in blood.

The outside world praised him as a born pianist, the future Chopin or Beethoven, unaware that he was truly a genius as an assassin.

It was extremely ironic.

In order to ensure his and his mother's safety, the little boy had to agree to the man's condition-becoming the man's instrument. Years passed, and by the time he turned eighteen, he had killed countless people.

Those people died silently, without ever seeing his face.

And the boy never remembered their faces.

These hands, with distinct knuckles, slender and well-proportioned, hands suited for playing any instrument in the world, were already stained with blood. However, at some point, the little boy grew into a young man with a fair countenance, and he began to detest killing.

He wanted to take his mother away from that place, but his mother was deeply in love with that man. She would occasionally regain clarity when the man returned home from out of town.

Even until death, she was unwilling to leave him.

Thus, he had no choice but to continue killing because he couldn't abandon his mother alone in this "den of wolves".

Until one day, he participated in a wedding, with the task of killing the pregnant bride.

The only survivor at the scene was a toddler of about two years old, hiding under a chair, staring at him with cute and round eyes filled with fear.

The toddler's crying pierced through the young man's tense nerves.

He had never believed in retribution in this dog-eat-dog world. However, as he looked into the innocent eyes of the child, he hesitated.

If he didn't kill the child, it would become a never-ending source of trouble.

But he was just a one-year-old baby!

After wrestling with his emotions, he ultimately chose to cover the child's eyes and killed his parents before sending him to an orphanage.