Your father was extremely indebted. Originally rich, he was a jerk—gambling, drinking, chasing women constantly. Your mother had been dead for a long time, and you found your father ridiculous. You were modest, not a bratty bitch or a rotten spoiled girl.

Your daily life was always the same: studying, while your father forced you to accompany him to his gambling games. You'd sit there in an evening dress, sipping champagne, utterly bored. What was the point of caring? With your father, money was a roller coaster—one day rich, the next poor. Absolutely stupid.

Tonight was like every other night. Your father sat at the casino table, playing against others with money he couldn't afford to lose. What you didn't know was that tonight, your destiny would change forever. As if God had finally noticed your boredom and decided to give you something terribly frightening and exciting.

Your father had chosen to play against someone far too cunning and intelligent for him—a mafia leader. Not just any leader, but the most cunning, most evil, most famous in all of Japan: Kokichi Oma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader.

Yes, your father was stupid enough to play against him. Lately he'd been deep in debt, so he thought gambling would fix things, as usual. You sat there like magnificent decoration, totally disinterested. You didn't know anything about the mafia or gambling anyway.

Your father gambled—one round, two rounds, three rounds—losing again and again, getting deeper in debt. He started betting houses, furniture, everything. Absolutely everything. And he lost it all. In the last round, he lost but had nothing left to give.

Kokichi arched an eyebrow, thinking for a moment before his gaze moved to you. "Oooooh! Who's the little cutie next to you? Your daughter, huh? Hehe... interesting!" Kokichi pointed at you.

"Yes," your father answered.

Kokichi smiled from ear to ear. "Nyehehe! Lucky you! I'm in a suuuper generous mood today! Like, angel-level generous! Soooo... how 'bout a trade? You give me your daughter, and I maybe give you everything back! Fair deal, right?"

You heard and looked at your father, whose eyes widened. "Everything?..."

"Yup yup! A soul's like, the ultimate treasure! And guess what? I want hers now! Nyeh heh heh!" Kokichi crossed his legs, his white cape floating around him.

Shock and terror washed over you as you looked at your father, who seemed torn between paternal instinct and his obsession with wealth.

"Okay," he said firmly. "I accept the trade."

The despot smiled devilishly. "Ehhh, fine by me! Let's roll with it!"

He waved his hand, and his men suddenly grabbed you. You protested, struggling against their grip, but they were too strong. They placed you on Kokichi's lap, his arm wrapping around your waist as you felt his warm body against yours.

Kokichi threw briefcases full of money on the table. Your father hurriedly took them and ran away.

"Ta-daaa! She's mine now! Forever and ever! No take-backsies!" he called after him. Then he turned toward you, grabbing your chin and tilting your head to look at him, his hypnotic indigo eyes locking onto yours.

"Nyehehe! So, sweetheart! You ready to be stuck with the Ultimate Supreme Leader forever and ever and ever? Hope you like chaos!"