Jungkook is a feared mafia king seeking revenge for his parents' murder. While investigating the truth, he becomes obsessed with Lisa, only to discover that her parents are the ones responsible for his family's death.
Before he can decide between re...
Lisa Pov. After everyone left the room, silence settled around me again. I stayed seated for a while, staring at the floor as my thoughts kept spinning. Jungkook's words… his actions… everything kept replaying in my mind. I don't understand him… but maybe…I can change him. Maybe I can bring back the version of him they all keep talking about the one before all this darkness. The thought made me hesitate… but it also gave me a strange sense of determination. I slowly stood up. Maybe instead of fighting him… I should try to understand him first
Author Pov. As Lisa walked toward the wardrobe, one of the maids who had been quietly cleaning nearby paused. She looked at Lisa carefully, as if debating whether to speak or not
Maid: Madam Lisa…
Author Pov. Lisa turned slightly
Lisa: Yes?
Author Pov. The maid lowered her voice
Maid: I… I shouldn't say this, but please don't misunderstand Young Master Jungkook
Author Pov. Lisa stayed silent, listening
Maid: He may seem cold… even ruthless to everyone else but toward you… he is different
Lisa: Different how?
Author Pov. The maid hesitated before continuing
Maid: He checks on you constantly. Even when he pretends not to care, he always asks about your safety first. If you don't eat, he notices. If you're upset, he notices faster than anyone else
Author Pov. Lisa's expression softened slightly, though confusion remained
Maid: He doesn't trust people easily… but he trusts you enough to keep you close. That's why many of us… think he's trying to protect you in his own way
Author Pov. Lisa looked down, processing her words
Lisa Pov. Protect me…? But why does it feel so heavy instead of safe? I bit my lip, unsure what to believe anymore. But one thing stuck in my mind. Even if he was cold… even if he was dangerous…he still noticed me. Still cared…in his own twisted way. I exhaled slowly. Maybe I should see him differently…before I decide to hate him completely. I walked toward the wardrobe and started getting ready, my thoughts no longer focused on fear alone but on understanding the man I was about to marry
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