The Mafia Game Vincenzo AU

Chapter 17

I was sipping on some boba, however I accidentally chocked on one of the balls. It was a taro milk tea one, topped with whipped cream. In my life before this game, I would always buy taro milk tea. I was addicted to it like a drug addict with some drugs.

So now with this found freedom, I've been travelling everywhere I can in Seoul. Trying Taro milk tea from every boba place I can find.

Now, I was chocking on a tapioca pearl, you may be wondering why so here's the reason. I got a call, from my mother. She and my father were coming here.

Well not my mother, this game character's mother. Using the little background information of this character Y/n that the manual provides me with, Y/n's parents are quite snobbish. They're quite rich and live in some mansion in America, however they aren't as rich as Hanseok. This whole marriage between me and Hanseok was only ever just their business plan. They needed to sell off their daughter to some richer man, it would benefit their business so much more. Y/n's parents own a food business, they have multiple restaurants situated all across the globe.

A simple marriage, their daughter with the ceo of Babel, would increase their bank balances far more.

They knew Hanseok was sthe true heir to Babel and they followed him. Because they are servants to Hanseok.

I sat bank on a bench, trying to take in everything.

"We're coming this weekend, Hanseok told us to also call you and tell you so you could be prepared." The voice of my mum rang repeatedly like a loop.

As I fell into a pit of distraught at my not-so parents upcoming arrival, the faint voice of someone suddenly filled my head. "Are you... Jang Hanseok's wife? Do you mind and interview?" This random reporter dude suddenly asked before flashing his camera light in my eyes.

"Erm...."

"You are aren't you. Would you mind answering this question, I come from Johnstone's Paper Network? What do you think Babel shoul-"

Before he could finish off the sentence, I had already started making my way away from him. But he continued pestering me like a bug, still taking pictures. "Please answer. I'll put you in the front page and-"

"I'm his wife not his secretary, I don't know anything regarding Babel. If you really wish to speak of Babel then don't come to me, I'm not the right person." I made out which was quite surprising considering how I was uncomfortable to even speak.

This man has got to die, because even so, he still continued pestering me with unwanted questions. "Oh I see, but how is your relationship with your husband then?"

I ignored him. He followed.

"Are you and Ceo Hanseok close?"

Again, ignored. And again, followed.

"Are you happy with him?"

"Are you planning to have an heir?"

I stopped dead in track, almost choking on my boba again.
This man just asked me if we're planning to have an heir to the company. Which means, he just asked me if me and Hanseok have fucked or are planning to. Which is inappropriate to ask.

"Now that's of personal business."
I should of brought a body guard. But that's not freedom. I should of bought a disguise.

"But answer this-"

"Please leave me alone," I asked politely. Yet he never listened.

So I threw my remaining boba on the man, now he was drenched with it. Tapioca pearls stuck on his hair and his hair stuck on his forehead. He blowed out from his lips to prevent the milk tea from entering his mouth.

"How dare you? Are you crazy?!" He screamed at me as he raised his hand and slapped me, in the face.

I fell back and I firmly grasped the spot he smacked, gasping a little.

This man just hit me. He just hit me!

He proceeded to kick the empty bottle of boba at me before grasping my hair and shaking it. "Tch, to think I was nice to you." He spoke before shaking his sticky, drenched hands and walking off.

He wasn't nice to me, infact if he was nice then he wouldn't of invaded my privacy like that. He wouldn't of asked me such harsh questions. He wouldn't of kept pestering me. He was far from nice, he didn't even care to see it.

I sobbed as I pulled myself up. My tights were ripped from the fall, my hair that I styled for an hour was now in a mess, my cheek was flushed red from the hit. Now my makeup was a mess from my tears. I didn't deserve this.

A tab suddenly popped up.

Side Mission:

You can't let that reporter get away with that! Your clothes, hair and face a mess because of one guy?! How dare he??

Inorder to complete this revenge, please click on someone you wish to accompany you on this side Mission.
Note: Options not changeable.

[Hanseo] [Hanseok] [Vincenzo]

The game gave me a few options so I had to decide between the 3.

I couldn't pick Hanseo, he was busy. Moreover he's an extremely enormous softy so I didn't reckon that he would do much. I decided not to go with Vincenzo, Vincenzo has better things on his hand. In addition, Vincenzo and I aren't that close so why would he ever care to get revenge on this reporter guy with me? Vincenzo is already saving me from Hanseok, why this reporter man now?

So, this had only left me with one more person. The most ruthless man that I had met in the game so far, the man whom I was married to.

Jang Hanseok.

I clicked on his name which caused the tab to automatically shut off.

As soon as that had happened, I proceeded to walk to a taxi, my tears had dried out which left black streaks on my face.

I entered the taxi and told him where I had desired to go, so not long later, he had dropped me off to my house.

Dragging myself to the front door I opened the door. A guard, who was standing outside besides the door, called out to me. "Ma'm what had happened?" He spoke in a panicked voice yet I hadn't replied. I closed the door shut before walking to the living room and resting on the couch. I threw my face in my hands and coincidentally, Hanseok happened to enter the room at the same time.

"Ah jagiya you're home," he spoke with a smile. I proceeded to look up at him and soon enough, the smile turned to a frown. He rushed to me and went on his knees so that I was just a tiny bit higher than him.

Bending his forefinger and Rubbing it on my slap mark, I hissed, he spoke. "What happened here?" I didn't know what to tell him. He would be exceedingly angry if he were to find out I lied, so I figured I should speak the truth.

"This reporter man bombarded me with countless questions when I tried to be spending time with myself. I told him to stop and he kept persisting so I through my boba at him. He got mad and slapped me which sent me to the floor... and grabbed me by my h-"

"Name." Hanseok spoke sternly, cutting me off. Venom portraying in his dull eyes. The eyes of one who was to commit murder.

"I... I don't know his name."

"Then tell me atleast the company he works for. Did he mention it?"

I automatically thought back to when he introduced himself. "Johnstone's Paper Network." I blurted, Hanseok nodded.

"And appearance?

"He was erm.. 5'7 in size, had a beard, was balding slightly from the top of his head. He had a small physique. Brown hair and blue eyes. A really big nose."
Hanseok nodded.

He placed a firm kiss on my lips. I tilted my head to the side so he was able to deepen the kiss. Just as I was about to get excited, he pulled away. Getting up, he didn't look back before heading to the exist of this house and leaving.

I placed my forefinger on my lips, a slight blush increasing rapidly on my face.

Hanseok's kiss made me feel good?