Not Just An Infatuation ( COMPLETED )

chapter 60

The heavy wooden door creaked open, and Taehyung's grip tightened on Sia's wrist as he led her into his room. The dim light from the chandelier above cast long, eerie shadows on the walls, emphasizing the opulent yet sinister atmosphere. The room was a blend of luxury and obsession, with velvet drapes, antique furniture, and an array of personal items meticulously arranged. In the center, on a grand mahogany bed, lay a pristine white wedding gown, its delicate lace and intricate beading glinting softly in the light.

Taehyung's eyes sparkled with a manic glint as he approached the bed, dragging Sia along. His breath quickened with excitement. He had spent hours selecting the gown, imagining this very moment. To him, it was perfect—a symbol of his devotion, his control, his victory. Sia, on the other hand, followed him mechanically, her eyes vacant, her spirit broken.

"Look at this, Sia,"

Taehyung's voice was a mixture of adoration and madness.

"Isn't it beautiful? Just like I imagined."

He picked up the gown with reverent hands, the fabric rustling like a whisper in the room. His fingers traced the delicate patterns, a smile of pure delight spreading across his face. He turned to Sia, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling mix of love and possession.

"Today is the day, Sia. The day you become mine forever," he said, his voice trembling with emotion.

Sia stood motionless, her gaze unfocused. She had long since ceased to resist, her will eroded by fear and despair. Taehyung's happiness was a grotesque parody of joy, an expression of twisted fulfillment that only deepened her helplessness.

"Let's get you into this, shall we?"

he said, moving towards her.

With gentle yet unyielding hands, he began to undress her. His touch was both tender and possessive, his eyes devouring the sight of her exposed skin. He fought to control his desire, reminding himself of the special night he had planned. His hands shook slightly as he slid the gown over her head, carefully arranging it to perfection.

"Beautiful," he whispered, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Absolutely ethereal."

His gaze lingered on her, drinking in her appearance. In his eyes, she was a vision, a living doll to be adored and cherished. The gown fit her perfectly, enhancing her natural beauty in a way that made Taehyung's heart race. Yet beneath his admiration lay a dark hunger, a craving he was determined to satisfy only when the time was right.

"Just a little more, my love,"

he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

"I have something special planned for tonight."

He walked to the door and called out, his voice echoing through the hallway. Moments later, two women entered the room, their heads bowed respectfully. They were the makeup artists Taehyung had summoned to prepare Sia for the ceremony.

"Make her look perfect," he instructed, his tone brooking no dissent. "She must be flawless."

The women nodded, moving silently to their task. Taehyung cast one last, lingering look at Sia before leaving the room, his mind already filled with visions of the night to come.

As the door closed behind him, Sia felt a shiver run down her spine. The makeup artists worked efficiently, their hands steady and practiced. They could not meet her eyes, sensing the heavy atmosphere of dread that surrounded her.

Outside, Taehyung paced the hallway, his mind racing with thoughts of the evening ahead. His heart pounded with a mix of excitement and impatience. He had waited so long for this moment, and now it was within his grasp. Sia would be his, in every sense of the word.

Back in the room, the makeup artists finished their work, stepping back to admire the transformation. Sia looked stunning, her features enhanced to an almost otherworldly beauty. Yet the vacant look in her eyes told a different story, one of loss and despair.

As the door opened once more and Taehyung re-entered, his eyes widened with delight. He took in Sia's appearance, his breath catching in his throat.

"Perfect,"

he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

"Absolutely perfect."

He approached her slowly, reaching out to touch her face.

"Tonight, my love. Tonight, you will be mine completely."

Sia stood silent and still, a captive in her own skin, as Taehyung's words echoed ominously in the room.

The place exuded an ethereal ambiance, adorned with an array of meticulously arranged flowers and softly flickering candles. As Taehyung guided Sia towards the altar, her demeanor was devoid of any emotion, resembling a somber specter. Her expressionless  contrasted starkly with Taehyung's palpable elation, his happiness transcending bounds as he anticipated finally claiming Sia as his own.

Within the congregation, eyes fixated on Taehyung, his commanding presence akin to that of a Greek god, cloaked in an impeccably tailored black suit. Among the attendees were his business associates and influential figures, all witness to his triumph in winning Sia's hand.

At the altar, Taehyung clasped Sia's hand possessively, a silent declaration of ownership. The priest initiated the ceremony, yet Taehyung's gaze remained fixed on his father, who was the only person from his side as his mother refused to present in his special day.

Standing in the corner Sia's parents were there, but they seemed helpless. They looked resigned, like they knew they couldn't do anything. They accepted thier defeat in front of the man who had power over everything.  Who holds the power to destroy their life just like he was destroying their daughters life They could feel Taehyung's strong power over Sia. He told them he wanted to cut off all the relation from her family after the wedding. It showed how much control he had over her life.

Taehyung's smirk betrayed a sense of dominance as he observed Sia's parents, their inability to intervene serving as a reminder of his power. His father's voice, resonant and commanding, signaled the commencement of the ceremony, propelling the proceedings forward amidst an atmosphere thick with tension.

“ Shall we start the ceremony"

Taehyung stands tall and proud, his heart swelling with love and anticipation as he gazes upon Sia, radiant in her bridal gown. His hands tremble slightly as he takes her delicate hands in his, ready to recite the vows that will bind them together for eternity.

Meanwhile, Sia stood in front of him him, her outward appearance calm and composed, but her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Her eyes blazed with fire and determination. As the priest prompts them to recite their vows, she speaks each word with a solemnity that belies her true intentions.

she vows not to love and honor Taehyung, but to seek retribution for the pain and suffering he has caused her. With each vow, her determination solidifies, fueled by the memories of the pain he gave her.

Her gaze shifts to the statue of Jesus, a beacon of strength and resilience in the midst of her turmoil. In that moment, she draws upon its silent power, finding the courage to carry out her clandestine mission.

As the ceremony draws to a close and they exchange rings, the weight of their vows hangs heavy in the air. For Taehyung, it is a pledge of undying love. But for Sia, it is the beginning of a darker, more sinister journey, one fueled by a fire that burns deep within her soul.