My voice trembled as I questioned, "What do you want from me? Why are you doing this to me?"
Taehyung's voice echoed in my mind, his words chilling me to the bone. "I'll make you taste true agony. You'll suffer like never before, trapped in a living...
I sat in the backseat of his car, my hands clenched tightly in my lap as he sat beside me. "Take me to the hospital. I want to see my brother," I demanded, my voice filled with urgency.
But he brushed off my request, his tone patronizing. "First, we are going home. You need to change as well, Mrs. Kim. Or do you want to wander everywhere in this wedding dress, flaunting it to everybody? I know you look absolutely gorgeous in this, but you need to listen to me," he remarked, his words dripping with condescension.
I bit back a retort and remained silent as we pulled up to Kim Mansion, the sight of it filling me with a sense of dread. It reminded me of my humiliating visit here yesterday. As I stepped out of the car, Mr. Kim appeared before me, his presence sending a chill down my spine.
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"Let me take you to your hell... I mean, your home, Mrs. Kim," he sneered, his words stinging like venom. I recoiled, attempting to assert my independence. "Don't touch me. I can walk by myself," I insisted, but he paid no heed.
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With a firm grip, he lifted me up in a bridal style, ignoring my protests, and carried me inside. Each step felt like an eternity as he ascended the stairs, my futile struggles met with his unyielding strength.
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Finally, he put me down in a bedroom, his voice oozing with smugness as he whispered in my ear, "This is our bedroom, Mrs. Kim. Do you like it?" His proximity sent shivers down my spine, and I could only glare at him in silent defiance.
