I Transmigrated And Got A Husband And A Son

2. I'm alive

Year 2018

A woman let out a series of deep coughs, covering her lips with the back of her hand. She was sitting in the back seat of the black sedan.

"Boss." She glanced to her side, only to see a middle-aged man with a stern expression handing her a handkerchief. She said nothing, snatching the handkerchief to wipe the blood on her lips.

"Boss, why don't you stay here?" suggested the man in a black suit. Despite his stern countenance, his worry about her condition peeked in his silver eyes.

"I waited for years," she said, glancing at the blood in the handkerchief. "There's no way in hell I will stay here."

The man frowned slightly but didn't argue. He only gazed at her side profile, catching how her phoenix eyes burned with determination. Even if the world ended now, no one would be able to stop her.

Her name was Hera.

Though not many knew her name, anyone in the underground and crime world would flee if they heard the name she was known of: Hell. The woman at the helm of the most infamous and mysterious assassin organization.

Many stories came along with the nickname she earned for the past ten years, but not many knew the story of this woman. All they knew was that she was an heiress of the previous don of the organization; that she got into her position because of her origins. Only a few truly acknowledge this woman's excellence in all aspects of life.

Sadly, this woman was counting her last days.

"Boss," called the man quietly, but Hera simply cast him a quick side-eye. "Was it worth it? Ever since becoming the head of the organization, you've dedicated your life to finding the late madam's murderer. Although this goal of yours was within your reach, don't you have regrets?"

Regrets?

Hera smirked, facing the man squarely. This man had become her father; he was her mother's most loyal retainer. Thus, she understood he cared for her like she was his own.

"Regrets?" Hera leaned back, her leg was resting over the other. She glanced at the window on her side, watching some men in black approach the mansion in the middle of nowhere. "The only regret I have is I spent ten years hunting down that motherfucker."

"I could've done it in a year, but considering he was one of the valued members of the organization, it was understandable it took me a while. I could've married, had a kid, and played a role of a good housewife before I die."

The corner of her red lips curled up into a subtle smile. "Back then, I thought I was lucky to have supportive parents who never pressured me to inherit this organization our family sustained for many generations. However, now that I've grown, it's not that they were supportive. They simply knew those dreams of mine were nothing but dreams because there is no way out in this world. They just didn't want to hurt my feelings."

"You could still do it!" the man exclaimed, hoping she would listen to him just this once. "Once this was over, you can just retire! No one knew about your condition. We can say you left for a mission and —"

"Thank you, Bear." Hera faced the man with a smile, cutting him off mid-sentence. "I know you want the best for me, but I am the Don in this family now. Maybe if I was lucky enough to get reborn, I'll pursue that dream. But now, I already pledge to spend my last breath being the head of this organization."

Hera took a deliberate pause, snapping her eyes at the window upon noticing a person approaching the vehicle. "There's no way out of this world. Even if I retire, my enemies will not stop. They will try to take my head for revenge or honor — I already pity my poor future husband."

"That is why I'd rather die as Hell and wish I'd get reborn in a normal family," she added, flashing Bear a bright smile she usually wore before the incident ten years ago. "Although it sounds ridiculous, having that thought comforted me in a way. So don't dare pop my bubble."

Knock Knock.

A man outside knocked on the window, but Hera and Bear just stared at each other. The latter sighed deeply, forcing a meek smile.

"Whatever makes you happy," said Bear, nodding in understanding. "I'll pray that the blessings your family had received will fulfill the wish you have."

Hera chuckled whilst shaking her head. She then rolled down the window to listen to the man's report.

"We already contained the traitor, Boss," said the man outside the vehicle, giving more details of the place and what went down.

"I see…" Hera rocked her head in understanding before looking back at Bear. "... I guess it's time to skin him alive."

The man outside bowed, and then cautiously opened the door. Bear didn't need assistance as he also hitched outside. As soon as he did, he gazed over the roof of the vehicle, only to see the other man handing over his rifle to the boss.

"A bomb is planted somewhere in the mansion." The side of Hera's lips stretched from ear to ear, lifting the rifle and resting it over her shoulder. "Twenty minutes… that's enough. That pig will have the most agonizing twenty minutes of his life."

A sinister grin turned up on her face, which many people feared. "Men, let's go!"

[ PRESENT TIME ]

Hera, now in Heaven's body, laid on her back with her eyes fixed on the ceiling as she reminisced the last moments of her life. After that night, Hera's health gradually declined. Although her health issues were kept a top secret and only a selected few in the organization knew about it, her death was no secret.

Hera lived for a few months to settle everything before she passed away.

"Five years since my death…" she murmured, still baffled at the phenomenon that struck her life. "... is it because of our name?"

Hera, now Heaven, mulled over it in silence for minutes. Her lips slowly stretched after a moment as her eyes sparkled.

"Whatever!" Heaven sat upright, full of energy. "Whatever the reason, I don't care!"

Heaven clasped her hand, only to gaze at it upon feeling the coldness in them. Her eyes brimmed with sentiments, remembering the agonizing months before she took her last breath as Hera.