Revenge full love

Part 7

He made her sit in the car and slammed the door shut, his movements sharp and full of frustration. Without a word, he started the car and pressed his foot hard on the accelerator. The vehicle lurched forward with a roar, speeding down the dark, empty road. The streetlights flickered through the windows, reflecting his intense expression.

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. Anger radiated off him like heat; it was written across his face—his furrowed brows, his clenched jaw, and the fire in his eyes. He was completely consumed by it, his focus solely on the road ahead.

Y/n sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her heart racing faster than the car itself. The speed made her uneasy; the way the scenery outside blurred sent a shiver down her spine. Every time the tires screeched at a turn, she flinched.

"Slow down," she whispered at first, her voice almost drowned by the sound of the engine. She hesitated, but as the car picked up even more speed, her fear overwhelmed her hesitation.

"Mr. Kim... please!" she finally pleaded, her voice trembling. "Please decrease the speed. I... I'm scared." Her wide eyes, glistening with unshed tears, stared at him with desperation.

For a moment, it seemed as though her words might reach him. His grip on the wheel loosened just slightly, and his gaze flickered toward her. But that flicker was short-lived. Instead of slowing down, he pressed harder on the pedal, the engine roaring louder as the car sped up even more.

"Mr. Kim, stop!" she cried, clutching the edge of her seat as the car swerved around a corner. Her voice cracked, but he didn’t seem to care. His expression remained cold, detached—like he was battling a storm within himself, a storm he refused to acknowledge or explain.

The wind outside howled against the windows, matching the chaos inside the car. Y/n’s breathing quickened, her hands trembling. She didn’t know whether to beg him again or just sit there silently, hoping the nightmare would end.

He was angry—so angry that nothing else mattered. Not her pleas, not the danger, not even himself. It was as though his anger had swallowed him whole, leaving no room for reason or control.

Yn's heart raced as the car screeched to a halt. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to steady her breathing, but before she could gather her thoughts, the car door swung open with a sharp thud.

"Get out," Taehyung's deep voice commanded, laced with barely contained anger.

Before Yn could respond, he grabbed her wrist firmly and dragged her out of the car, his grip unrelenting. The cold night air nipped at her skin as he pulled her towards the grand mansion, its towering structure looming ominously against the dark sky.

"Taehyung, I—" she stammered, but her words were cut short as he tightened his grip, his jaw clenched in fury.

He pushed open the heavy front doors, not bothering to turn on the lights, and stormed through the silent halls. His footsteps echoed ominously, matching the rapid pounding of Yn's heart. He didn’t stop until they reached their room. Once inside, he slammed the door shut, the sound reverberating through the room like a gunshot.

Without warning, Taehyung spun her around and pinned her against the cold wall, his hands on either side of her, caging her in. Yn gasped, her wide eyes meeting his intense, blazing gaze.

"When I told you to stay there," he began, his voice low but seething with anger, "why did you disobey me? Why do you always have to do the opposite of what I say?"

Yn swallowed hard, tears pooling in her eyes as she whispered shakily, "I… I’m s-sorry…"

"Sorry?" Taehyung’s laugh was bitter, devoid of humor. "Your sorry can’t fix anything, Yn!" His voice rose, sending a shiver down her spine. "Do you have any idea what could have happened to you if I hadn’t shown up in time? Do you even realize how dangerous that was?"