Go to Hell, Bitch!

Within two years, Grey had become a Mafia Lord through the guidance of his father. He was even stronger than his father and had become popular in the underground business. He was sitting in his room, lost in his thoughts. Bel. She has always been in his mind, she was the sole reason why he had decided to join the Mafia. Just as he remembered what had happened he clenched his fists in rage. He took out his phone from his pocket, went to his contact list and dialed a number. The receiver picked the call immediately. Soon he was done with the receiver and kept the phone in his pocket. Few minutes later, his phone rang and he received it. He talked with the caller for a while before smiling. He would make that woman suffer for the pains he and Bel had gone through. He stood up from his seat preparing to leave home.

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Standing at the door of an underground prison, Grey could hear the painful screams of his stepmother. He smirked wickedly before entering the prison. He saw his stepm