I Died, And The Tyrant Lost His Mind

Synopsis

I took a bullet to the brain to save Vincent Moretti from his enemies, and I'd been simple-minded ever since. It took Vincent ten years of violence and bloodshed to finally become the king of the Silaris Heights. To the rest of the world, he was a powerful Mafia boss everyone feared. But at home, he was the one who fed me and dressed me, like a caregiver. When his men tried to get rid of me behind his back, he hung them from the top of a skyscraper and left them to starve. After that, everyone knew I was the one person he truly cherished. Vincent loved me deeply, but after the 99th time I cried and kicked him out of bed, he finally reached his breaking point. He started looking at me with nothing but exhaustion and began staying out all night. Eventually, I found a woman in his bed who looked almost exactly like me. Spoiled by his years of indulgence, I took a knife and slashed her face. I was about to go for her eyes when Vincent pressed a gun to my forehead. He said, "Cut your wrist. "Do it yourself." I didn't understand why he was telling me to do it. I was terrified of the pain, but I was even more afraid of him being angry or leaving me. I raised the knife high and swung it toward my own wrist.