Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 26

Lisa

A King never bows.

And now, I watched as Seulgi’s body sag against the seat, blood pouring through the wound that I put there, the hole where my bullet had gone through.

Her heart.

Her fucking heart.

One shot. One bullet. It was all I needed. One precise hit.

I wasn’t a twelve year old, a young girl scared of failure, scared of disappointing the people she admired.

No.

I was a thirty-year-old woman, heartless and ruthless, a woman with a motive. A woman with the full intention of winning this game.

Beat. Thump. Beat. Thump.

Seulgi’s eyes were closed.

Sorry, sister. Fucking sorry.

The room became eerily silent.

“You did it,” Jiyong said. His voice was low, choked. “Holy shit. You fucking did it,” he said louder. He seemed shocked.

His chair screeched back as he stood up. My eyes never left Seulgi’s stilled figure. Her skin was pale. Her blood continued to pour onto the white carpet. I had never seen her like this…weak.

A once strong beating heart. Now, a cold body with no heartbeat.

My arm fell back down, still holding onto the gun tightly. My body shook with the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Each thud of my heart was followed with the roar of blood pumping furiously through me.

I heard Jiyong walking around his desk as he came to stand behind me. “She is dead.”

His words shook the foundation of my world. “I kept my promise,” I muttered. “You got what you wanted.”

My stomach churned, but Jiyong didn’t seem to care. He was laughing like a fucking hyena.

The world swirled, and my mind brought me back to that night, the very same night Jiyong fucked with my heart and left my Jennie a broken mess.

When he had told me he wanted to discuss something in his office, it was no simple discussion. No, it had all been planned bait.

I stayed standing. “Whatever you have to say, hurry the fuck up. I’ve got better things to do, Jiyong.”

He shrugged. “Why are you so grumpy? Was tonight not enough for you?”

I seethed at his words, feeling my blood boil, and I fought against myself.

He chuckled. “Daughter, take a seat and let’s have a drink.”

Realizing that I had to play this game his way, I took a seat. Not before snatching a bottle of scotch. I pulled the cap off and then brought the drink to my mouth, taking a huge gulp.

Fucking perfect.

“What is it?” The sooner we get down to business, the faster I could get out of his presence.

It was eating me alive. Sitting across him and not being able to do anything.

Weak. So, fucking weak and useless.

I looked down at the bottle of alcohol. Not for long, though.

Soon, this empire will turn into ashes. I’d make sure of it. With my own bare hands.

And then, I’d happily take my Jennie out of this hellhole.

Jiyong regarded me silently, his head cocked to the side. Then his lips curved upward in the slightest way. “You seem smitten with my wife.”