Deadly Devotion | Heesunsun

Chapter 35 | S1: How The Turntables?

Sunoo's POV

The cliff stood like a silent observer to our unraveling drama under the dark night. My heart was heavy, weighed down by the words that had just passed my lips.

In that moonlit moment, perched on a cliff overlooking a tranquil world, I took a deep breath and confessed my intention for freedom, for the end of a chapter that had held me hostage for far too long.

Heeseung's eyes, which had been a turbulent sea of emotions just moments ago, seemed to turn into a still, unnavigable ocean. He remained silent, his silence echoing through the cool night air.

I had expected shock or anger from Heeseung, but what followed was silence. His face was unreadable, like a mask concealing the storm beneath.

My resolve surged, though. I needed to make him understand, to shake the foundation of our intertwined lives. "If you truly love me, Heeseung, you'll grant me the divorce I've asked for. You'll give me the freedom to choose my own pat-"

"We should head back, Sunoo. Your parents must be worried about you." Before I could finish my sentence, he abruptly stood up, the gravity of my words clearly unsettling him.

An irrational anger surged within me. Heeseung was trying to take control of the situation, as he always did. His attempts to silence me were like a cruel reminder of the past. I couldn't let it happen. Not now. I couldn't bear the thought of going back to the same stifling existence.

"Wait," I demanded, my voice a little stronger now. "I've changed my mind."

Heeseung's cold, calculating eyes met mine. I could almost feel the heat radiating from his intense gaze. I pushed forward, my words dripping with a mixture of defiance and desperation. "I'm not asking for a divorce anymore, Heeseung. I'm taking it."

An unsettling silence settled between us. It was as though the world held its breath, waiting for his response. I could see the conflict waging war in his eyes, the demons of his possessive nature and the recognition that he couldn't control me completely. And then, he spoke.

His voice was chilling, a reminder of the man who had once held my life in his hands. "You can ask all you want, Sunoo. But here's the thing, I'm not leaving you, you're not leaving me. Not today, not until you rot and die."

My heart raced, my body tense with fear and anger. The darkness seemed to close in around us. But my resolve held firm. I would fight for my freedom, no matter what. I couldn't let the past repeat itself.

My heart was about to burst from the tension as the seconds seemed to stretch into eternity. But Heeseung's phone rang, a discordant note in the stillness of the night. "Jihoon?" The moment he answered, I saw his expression morph from curiosity to disbelief.

I heard Jihoon's voice coming from Heeseung's phone, tinny but unmistakably his. The panic in his voice sent shivers down my spine. Heeseung's eyes met mine, searching for answers that I had no intention of giving.

It was part of the plan, the plan that had been brewing in my mind for weeks. "Sir, we're under attack! Sunghoon, Minho, and two others... I think it's Jay Park and Jake Sim- GET THE FUCK DOWN! They've breached the mansion sir!" Jihoon said.

Heeseung's grip on the phone tightened. I watched the blood drain from his face as he listened, his knuckles white against the dark screen. The pieces were falling into place, and he realized what I had done.

But then, through the phone, the sound of gunshots erupted, and Jihoon's voice was choked with pain. "S-Sir, I don't think... I can hold them off..."