"Do I look like I'm fucking around? Does It look like I won't punish you?"
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Anastasia's life is turned upside down after a business arrangement between her father and the father of her new husband whom she believed was the world's greatest asshole...
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"I've never been more proud of you", Rick raised his beer bottle, saluting taehyung for kicking Anastasia out. "Bitch probably got knocked or drowned in the rain", he teased, gulping down the beer. Taehyung ignored his words. They made him feel uneasy. He knew Anastasia was clumsy and clearly couldn't take care of herself.
"Do you have to go?", Rick nagged. "Stay. Let's call the gang and drink the night away. We deserve it", he tossed the bottle aside. Taehyung shook his head , buttoning his shirt. "I have to attend this event. My mother's been biting my head off about it. Besides, I'm sure everyone will enjoy my costume", he winked at Rick who just smirked. "They're going to ask for your bitch", he reminded taehyung. "Doubt it", tae whispered, pulling his mullet into a ponytail. "You look hot. Let's go to my whore house ", he suggest. "Not tonight. I need to attend this party. Namjoon ,the prized possession will be there. The guests need to see that the kim family aren't all that perfect. I'm their hot blemish", he chuckled, Rick joined.
"I'll wait here for you", he laid on the couch, throwing an arm over his face. "Sure", taehyung grabbed his bike keys. "I won't be long", he said before leaving. Taehyung enjoyed being a disappointment to his family. Especially his father. Somewhere in his black heart, he loved his mother. But she could never stand for him when he needed. So he despised them all. Namjoon was their picture perfect son. He could do no wrong. He was an angel. The heir to the kim company. Taehyung was not wanted. He never felt loved within the walls of that mansion , which was why he took the wrong paths to feel free and alive.
The darkness adored him.
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"Fuck", he grumbled whilst removing his helmet. The weather was ruining his mood. He hated the rain. It reminded him of miserable times when all he wanted to do was feel the rain on his fingertips but couldn't.
The kim mansion was draped in rose gold and lavender. His father's birthday was in a few days. He assumed this party was a pre celebration. Guests all dressed like ancient royals. Rich folks. They were dripping in gold and diamonds. As expected, Namjoon was dressed as a prince. His parents, king and queen. Unfortunately, taehyung was not given the memo. Not as if he would wear a stupid tiara. Their hosting skills were lavish. Buffet, wine , soothing music, souvenirs.
Taehyung grabbed a glass of wine from the man passing with the tray. Tipping his head back, he gulped it down. His taste buds were so fond of cheap beer. The wine tasted horrible to him. He could bet his life that no one in this room knew he was their son.
"Taehyung ", the sound of his mothers voice filled his ears. "You came" , she chimed, grasping his biceps. "Ofcourse I did ", he forced a smile before it faded. "What are you wearing?", his father appeared to judge him. "A costume ", taehyung smirked. "You've come to embarass us. I told your mother not to invite you", he snarled under his breath. "Keith please ", his mother begged lowly. "How long will you side with this abomination?", he hissed. "Speak louder father. Let your guests know that I'm a kim ", taehyungs tone unbothered by his fathers anger. "Son please ", his mother squeezed his arm. "Why am I here mother? No one knows me. I clearly wasn't told what to wear when the family decided to match and be royalty ", taehyung deadpan.
