A woman who has been mocked and belittled as a fragile princess turns out to be a ten-time boxing champion. When the people around her push too far, she steps into the ring to fight back and prove them wrong.
I was the long-lost daughter the Boxing King's family had just taken back. My whole family was born to box. My brothers were winning belts before they were even adults. The day they brought me home,
Dad led me into the gym with this hopeful look on his face. I took one look at my brothers, drenched in sweat, hammering the heavy bag so hard they kept thudding and passed out cold. After that, Dad never let me anywhere near a punching bag again.
And my brothers, they spoiled me rotten. If I wanted water, Mason would twist the cap off for me. If I wanted to go upstairs, Jax would carry me up on his back. Just like that, I became the family's one and only little good for nothing.
But they don't know. That's not the real me. I had fought in underground rings for 10 years. After all those years, I could finally be a lazy loser and win by doing nothing.
As for that masked 10-win champion overseas? Aha, let her retire. This morning, eight champion boxers kicked our gym doors wide open, ripped down our sign, and set up a live stream right there on the spot.
You. You. And you. Come on. All three of you, at once. Don't waste my time. Dad was beaten off the ring. My two brothers lost one after another. They stomped all over our sign and forced Dad to sign the gym's shutdown papers. Is there no one in your family who can fight?
I looked at Dad's bleeding hand and picked up the gloves. Don't bother taking turns. All eight of you, at once. Don't waste my time. Month three, back at the Callahan house. Dad finally gave up teaching me to box.