Five Months Ago

Sakura village was known for its beautiful Sakura trees planted along the sides of the road leading all the way to a white, stone mansion. They were currently in full bloom with beautiful pink and white petals. Anyone who saw the scenery would be awed by its beauty. It was even more beautiful when the wind blew and rustled the trees until white and pink petals fell and fluttered away.

The stone mansion was just as breathtaking as the Sakura trees. It was a seven-story mansion with forty rooms, including 20 bedrooms, 12 bathrooms, 2 living rooms, 1 huge kitchen, 3 dining rooms, and 2 garages. All windows were bullet proof, and all 20 bedrooms were sound proof. The entire place was equipped with security cameras with only the bedrooms as the only exception. There was no place within Sakura village that didn't have any security cameras. Anyone who entered and exited was caught on camera.

The butler, guards, maids, and cooks lived in the mansion for the owners' convenience. They were all loyal to the bone, and they worked dutifully and swiftly for six days a week. Sunday was their only day off. No one had any complaints because the pay was extremely good and the owner was fair.

Everyone knew that whoever owned Sakura village was one of the top five richest in Country XI. Many multi billionaires wanted their hands on the village. They competed among each other in hopes of becoming the owner of the grand Sakura village, but to their dismay, someone bought it the very moment it was announced that it was for sell.

A black sedan entered the gates of Sakura Village and drove up the road towards the white, stone mansion. It parked in front of the mansion. The driver got out of the sedan and quickly opened the side door. A cold, handsome, business man and his equally handsome son walked out of the car and entered the mansion. For a 5'6 and 45-year-old man, the father was still handsome. He had a build that was strong and healthy. He had cold moon shaped eyes with long black eyelashes. His strong jawline was visible, and his perfectly, trimmed, goatee beard looked great on him. He carried himself in a very serious manner, and something about him told others that he was a dangerous man. Like the father, the 18 years old son was very handsome. He also had a strong and healthy build, but he was slightly bigger than his father. Everything about him was muscular and manly except his ass. He had some manly booty. He was also 3 inches taller. He had piercing dark moon-shaped eyes. Although he inherited his moon shaped eyes from his father, he got his piercing dark gaze from his mother. He had dark, black, trimmed hair. His nose was symmetrical, and he had full kissable lips. He also carried himself in a serious manner, but unlike his father, there was some warmth to him.

They briskly walked past the butler and the maids, who politely greeted them, and walked up the stairs to the highest floor where the man's office was located at. The entire floor was reserved for only the man. Whoever entered the rooms or even dared step foot on that floor without the man's permission was horribly punished. They would be tortured by professionals before getting thrown out of the mansion. In short, they were as good as dead if they went against their master's rule. It made all the workers wonder what was so important on that floor that their master wouldn't allow anyone to go there without his permission, but their curiosity was not great enough for them to want to be killed.

The man and his son entered the man's office and closed the door.

"I transferred you to XI High, so prepare yourself," the man coldly said to his son. He grabbed the files on his desk and quickly flipped through them.

"This is everything about our target and his daughter. Read and analyze them before you go to XI High tomorrow."

"Must I do this?" the boy asked, trying hard to hide his annoyance. He was annoyed with his father, but he didn't dare complain in front of him. He both despised and admired his father for his curt, cruel, and calculative ways of handling business. Everything was all about business with him. Nothing not even his own family, mattered to him. The boy and his mother were just pawns for him to use and throw away once they were deemed useless.

SLAP!

The boy's father slapped him hard, and his head snapped to the side.

"Hide it better next time. Finished the mission if you ever want to see your useless mother again," the father emotionlessly replied, and he threw the documents in the boy's face.

"Get the girl to trust you, then proceed to the next step. Remember, if you jeopardize this mission, the next time you see your trash of a mother will be when she's in a casket," he coldly warned.

He then walked out of the room, leaving the boy burning with hatred. Anger and sadness coursed through the boy as his father's words echoed in his mind. His breathing quickened and he clenched his hands so hard he drew blood.

Fine, I'll take on this mission, he angrily thought and picked up the documents that fell to the floor.

He didn't have a choice. If he wanted to see his mother again, he had to do it. He wouldn't allow anything to happen to his mother. His mother always protected him from his cold and cruel father, now it was his turn to protect her.

I'll get stronger and defeat him one day, and I'll never let him hurt you again mom, he swore. It was a promise he would keep.

He angrily left his father's office and walked to his room, which was coincidentally the room below his father's office.