Chapter 1

I was born with a condition: my tears fall uncontrollably. The moment I felt wronged, the tears would always come before any explanation.

Everyone accused me of faking it, calling me the manipulative daughter of a murderer.

Until Ethan Stone, the city's most formidable and ruthless lawyer, became my empath.

When I was scorned and humiliated, he'd suddenly vomit blood at a high-stakes corporate merger negotiation.

When my enemies trampled me, he'd convulse with pain, his eyes burning crimson.

Later, everyone in the city knew Ethan Stone had an absolute red line, something you never, ever touched:

"She can cry," he'd declare, "but anyone who dares make her cry, I'll make them wish they were dead."

But the heiress whose father framed mine, sending him to prison, didn't believe it.

She not only trampled me at a gala but also faked my mom's mental incapacity diagnosis and forced me to live-stream a confession to the entire internet.

Ethan, miles away, watched me forced to my knees on the live stream and violently coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

That night, dozens of black Maybachs swarmed the city, shutting it down.

Ethan, stepping on the real culprit's face, looked like a demon unleashed. "Which hand touched her? Chop it off."