Deadly Devotion | Heesunsun

Chapter 46 | S2: Jungwon's Scheme

Sunoo's POV

Alone in the dimly lit room, my tears mingled with the shadows that enveloped me. Escape had become a relentless pursuit, an insurmountable challenge. The mere thought of freedom was a distant dream, slipping through my desperate fingers like sand. The walls closed in, echoing the torment of my captivity.

A soft knock interrupted the oppressive silence. A maid, face devoid of expression, entered with a tray of food. My eyes pleaded for help as I whispered, "Please, you have to help me escape. I can't take this any longer." The maid's gaze remained cold, a silent barrier between my desperation and her indifference.

Frustration boiled within me, and I snatched the tray from her hands. "Look at me! Look at what he's doing to me!" My voice trembled with a mix of anger and despair. The maid's stoic facade remained unbroken, an unyielding wall against my pleas.

In a burst of fury, I swung the tray at the maid's head, the metallic clang echoing in the room. The maid staggered back, a trickle of blood marking the impact. Guards rushed in, their faces stern and unyielding.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH! IF I DIE, I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL!" I shouted, my voice carrying the weight of my despair. They dragged her out, leaving me alone with the shattered remnants of my futile rebellion.

The room's walls seemed to mock my feeble attempts at resistance. I growled, a guttural sound borne of frustration and helplessness. The guards outside showed no empathy, merely cogs in the machinery of my captivity. The air thickened with the taste of rebellion that always fell short.

As the door slammed shut, reality pressed against me like a suffocating embrace. "You can't escape," a cold voice echoed in my mind. It was Heeseung's voice, a reminder of the puppeteer orchestrating this twisted symphony of control. Defeated, I sank to the bed, my cries merging with the haunting echoes of my confinement.

The room became a silent witness to my agony, a witness that never spoke, never responded. Each attempt at freedom left me more entangled in Heeseung's web.

If I somehow manage to get out of here, I shouldn't just escape, I must kill Heeseung, because if I don't, he'll find me and come back no matter what I do.

Jungwon's POV

The room felt stifling as I faced Sunghoon, frustration gnawing at the edges of my patience. My attempts at reconciliation had become a ceaseless battle against the relentless current of amnesia.

"Sunghoon, please, you have to try to remember. Sunoo is an essential part of your life," I urged, my voice tinged with desperation.

He shook his head, a resolute denial etched on his features. "I don't know this Sunoo, and I certainly don't remember being in a relationship."

Frustration seeped into my veins as I struggled to find the right words. "You have amnesia. Sunoo cares about you deeply, and you two shared countless memories. I can't stand seeing you like this, denying a part of your own history."

Sunghoon's eyes narrowed, suspicion etched on his face. "Amnesia or not, I won't trust anyone I don't know. That includes you and this Sunoo you keep talking about."

A deep breath failed to quell the turmoil within me. I needed Sunghoon to remember, not just for Sunoo's sake but for his own. "Oh come on, are trust issues a symptom of amnesia? I'm here to help you. I'll cover all your needs and wants, just give me a chance to assist you in regaining your memories."

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism lingering. "Why would you do that? What's in it for you?"

My gaze hardened as I chose my words carefully. "I have a business matter to attend to, and Sunoo is involved with someone who's complicating things. Helping you remember is my way of resolving this tangled situation."