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Taehoon was with Taehyung who was playing with him. "How did you get that toy?". Taehoon asked while checking the gun and Taehyung spoke ruffling his hair as the kid was sitting on his lap. "Nothing is impossible for your father". Taehoon happily looked at him and uttered. "I will be as powerful as you". Taehyung nodded satisfyingly and caressed his back. "You will".

"I will make you stronger......more than me"

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After a few hours, Taehyung entered his room and saw Jieun making the bed. He quietly closed the door, causing her to slow down, but she continued her work. As she heard Taehyung approach the cupboard, he took off his suit and spoke, causing her to freeze. "Taehoon said you told him what I'm teaching him is wrong." He turned around slowly, his tie loosened, and she turned to face him. He was in a half-unbuttoned white shirt, looking intense. "You're teaching him wrong." She said Taehyung approached her with dominating steps and her muscles tensed. "Then teach me, angel. What should I teach him? To trust everyone and get betrayed? To love everyone and suffer in the end? To obey everyone so they can take advantage?" 

"This world isn't for timid people like you, angel. That's why you're suffering, and as for me... I'm enjoying it. I never let anyone or anything affect me. I'm unbeatable emotionally and physically." She looked down, clenching her fists, and spoke softly, causing him to frown with amusement. "Do you think that's power?" He stared at her with narrowed brows, and she slowly raised her head, meeting his intense gaze. Her eyes were void, yet filled with intensity, which left him confused and curious about its depth. "But someday, he will disobey you too... for his own selfishness."

Her breath caught in her throat as he tightened his grip, his hand wrapped around her neck. She desperately clutched his wrist, trying to relieve the pressure, her eyes shut tight. His dark eyes glared at her intensely as he spoke through gritted teeth. "My father was never a mafia angel, but I am... and I can put an end to that selfishness." He forcefully pushed her away, causing her to stumble and fall onto the bed. She couldn't bring herself to look at him, instead, her gaze remained fixed on the bedsheets.

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the movement on the bed, but she couldn't bring herself to meet her husband's eyes. Taehyung thudded his foot on the edge of the bed and rested his elbow on his knee, adopting a mocking and teasing tone. 

"Let's see who wins, you or me" 

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After a few days as Jieun stood in the art room, her gaze fixated on the painting before her. It was a depiction of herself... shooting Namjoon. The artist, with incredible skill, captured every detail, her expressions, Namjoon's expressions, and even himself. It was as if she had been transported back to that moment. Taehyung wasn't physically present, but his presence within the painting sent chills down her spine. He stood beside her, a malicious smirk playing across his face, while she aimed the gun at Namjoon, whose eyes were shut.

She took a deep breath, feeling a lump in her throat, before shifting her attention to her favorite paintings. She covered the previous one and approached the painting of her parents. A smile formed on her face as she gently caressed the canvas. Even after all these years, not much had changed, except for her deep attachment to her son, whom she loved wholeheartedly and genuinely. Suddenly, she felt a gentle breeze through the door as it was opened, causing her hair to sway softly. It brought her back to those memories of a time when she was truly happy with her life.

As Jieun's eyes filled with a sense of sadness, she whispered softly looking at hoshi's painting. "You used to love my hair... Do you still love it?" Her brows relaxed into a melancholic smile as she chuckled helplessly. "I still have regrets." She looked down, sighing helplessly. "Maybe it's just my fate."