PUZZLED(Yakuza's Love season 2)

Torture

*This chapter contains graphic sights of gore that many people may find upsetting. Additionally, this book will now take a drastic turn, and I will attempt to make it as gloomy as possible, as that was my original intention when I began this series.*

Y/N's POV

I balled myself up as I sat on the balcony chair with my head resting on my knees. I close my eyes and feel the gentle wind riffling through my hair. I was living in this unusual yet peaceful place. I haven't gone to America in a very long time; it was a painful yet successful location that helped me develop into a mature adult. I was hardly able to recall my most recent visit here.

It was difficult for me to leave the royal mansion, but I was always their favorite heroine and their respected Madam Leader. I arrived at the helipad with a fictitious warning, took my private plane, and touched down in New York, USA. From here, it was simple. I hailed a cab as soon as possible, hiding my identity, and headed to my apartment with a view of Central Park. I just wanted to leave the area once, and I don't care if Taehyung finds me in a day or two. This is very tranquil and relaxing. My ignorance of the past till now would have tortured me if I were still in the royal mansion.

I'm determined to stay here for a while, even though I know Taehyung won't have much longer to find me. I refused to allow him to coerce me into returning to the royal residence. This is my house, and I intend to stay here with my children for a while. Taehyung's incessant calls and pestering texts were over, and as soon as I left Korea, I threw my phone out of the jet. I sighed and turned to face my twins. I noticed Jongsung spinning about in his sleep, so I walked inside to lie with them. They had been sleeping for the previous two hours, but they were wide awake aboard the plane. They need to wake up now.

I closed my eyes and had an idea. Everyone adores me; they like seeing me, my acting, and my performances. I pull out a second phone for myself and slide my SIM card inside. I took it out. As I already stated, I don't care whether Taehyung finds me; he will find me anyway. I waited for the other person to answer after dialing a number. "Ah, Y/N! I'm worried sick about you. Here, the wrath of the Yakuza descends on the mansion. "Where have you gone?"

My assistant yelled at me from the other side, sounding as anxious as he did when he huffed. "I'm doing OK. You may have figured out by now that I'm in America. I simply had to go because I could no longer abide that place."   "I understand. But what happens now? What should we do at this point?" He sighed, and I heard it. I grin and reply, "Fly to America by midnight today. I'm making a comeback by modeling for a Vogue cover, so get the whole international crew ready and locate me in my apartment with the twins' outfits and their caretakers."

"God! Are you sure you want to have a comeback admits of your burning marriage?"

"Just do as I say."

"This is going to be tiring. I can sense it already.  I'll start making arrangements right away. See you soon!"He sighed, and I hung up. Jaeyeon caught my attention when he opened his eyes and stroked them with his little hands. "My baby's awake?" I ask him as I perch on the side of the bed, grinning. I ask him, coaxing him to drink some of the water I've poured into his milk bottle since he just got up from a deep slumber. His head lies on my chest as I wrinkle his delicate hair, and he clenches on the water. Jaeyeon's small fingers wrap around the bottle as he takes a few sips, his eyes still heavy with sleep. I feel a surge of love for this tiny human in my arms, grateful for these quiet moments together.