A story of how a sweet couple got separated because of the fear of society and their own parents. A super rich girl and a middle class boy. He went far away from her and she lost her everything.
"We were friends, really good friends, then I fell in...
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He is looking so fvcking hot yet adorable !!
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Y/N's hands trembled uncontrollably throughout the dinner at her parents' house. She couldn't bring herself to meet their eyes. While Mr. Jeon noticed his daughter's unusual silence, he mistakenly attributed it to lingering resentment over being forced to marry Seungcheol. He remained oblivious to the true source of her fear.
Mrs. Jeon, however, reveled in Y/N's anxiety. "Actually, Y/N," she began with a sly smile, "I have something to show you, darling. Something special. Would you like to see it in my room?"
Both men smiled at the suggestion, but Y/N's heart hammered against her ribs. A torrent of dread flooded her. She knew exactly what awaited her, the ghosts of past trauma rising from their slumber. Every instinct screamed at her to refuse, but years of conditioning had rendered her a prisoner of fear. Finally, a choked "N-no," escaped her lips.
Mrs. Jeon's smirk widened as she observed Y/N's terror. This wasn't the night for mercy. Seungcheol, sensing his wife's discomfort, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright?" he asked gently.
Y/N could only offer a hesitant nod, her voice stolen by fear. With a forced smile, they continued the charade of a pleasant family dinner.
Later, in Mrs. Jeon's Room
A guttural scream, muffled by the soundproof room, tore through Y/N's throat. Mrs. Jeon, a picture of cold fury, had her stepdaughter firmly in her grasp. Y/N's arms were twisted behind her back, hair yanked mercilessly, her screams morphing into whimpers of pain. The new bruises left by the leather belt Mrs. Jeon wielded gleamed in the harsh light, some hidden beneath the soft fabric of Y/N's hastily changed dress.
"Your precious Taehyung is back, isn't he?" Mrs. Jeon hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "Oh, and now your wealthy ex-lover too... How convenient, my little cash cow."
A vicious slap sent Y/N crashing onto the floor. Her cries were lost in the soundproofed chamber, her pleas drowned out by Mrs. Jeon's cruel laughter. Mr. Jeon, oblivious in the room below, felt an agonizing distance from his daughter, powerless to save her from this monstrous woman.
"Do you want me to k-!" Mrs. Jeon's threat was cut short by a desperate plea.
