Obey me, Stepmom (VERSION 2)

Chapter 7

Y/N'S POV

I had a memory of a man with pigtails back then. I met him at a bar; I was drunk and mistook him for a girl with a manly voice.

He was the one who took my virginity.

"Can't you see I'm sexually frustrated?!"

I think about him every now and then because he made such a huge impression on me. From my memory, his face was all foggy; I can't tell what he looks like.

I was so young back then, around 19 or 20 years old when I met that man. Now that I'm 30, I still think about him.

I took a deep breath, letting the cold breeze of the after-rain air flow through my face. I wonder where that man is now. It's been 10 years... ten whole damn years.

"What the?"

I glanced over beside me as I heard the driver's hiss, followed by him pressing on the brake to stop the car.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"This guy is insane!" He was irritated as he honked several times.

I was so confused that I followed my gaze. I gasped when I saw a familiar car blocking the road. What shocked me even more was a familiar figure approaching the driver's side.

"W-wait, pull back," I started panicking as the whole situation sank in.

But the driver was also confused by my actions. "What do you mean pull back?"

"Turn around! Let's get out of this place—"

My words were interrupted as I heard a gunshot being fired. I flinched as a little scream escaped my lips.

"Oh my God!" I panicked, seeing a lifeless body next to me. He was shot in the forehead, and blood started to flow from there.

"Get the fuck out," I heard a cold voice speak as this figure walked around the car to my seat.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Ran?!" I got down from the car to face this man.

He is insane! He just killed someone in front of me. How is that even normal to him?!

"Why did you walk out on me like that, huh?" he said as he reached me.

"You fucking slut-shamed me in front of everyone, and now you killed that man?! Are you fucking insane?!" I shouted, harshly hitting him on his chest to show him how fucked up this situation had become.

"Cause you dress like a fucking slut, Y/n! Do you enjoy it when men are drooling over you?! What the fuck! Why can't you just cover yourself for once!"

"Why can't you mind your own damn business?!"

"You need money to cover yourself? Is that what you want?" I watched him take his wallet from his pocket, pulling out his cards and cash. "Here, I'll pay you to cover yourself up."

I was insulted by the way he threw his cards and money at me like I was just an object. I felt a sting in my heart as I just stood there and took it.

I stared at his money on the ground, not uttering a word. His money doesn't mean anything to me; I have my own money. I make my own money. I dress the way I want. And I could never feel more stupid than someone making me feel like I was wrong for doing the things I like.

His actions hurt me. I only met him a few days ago. Why am I hurting? I'm here for his downfall; why am I hurting?

I bit my lips as I started to feel a sting in my eyes, showing signs of tears. I don't want to cry in front of this man. I never once allowed myself to cry over a man! Damn it!

Living in poverty, I wanted to have a better life, so I did. I worked hard to stand where I am standing right now. I was poor, but I never once dreamed of someone throwing money at me.

"I dreamed of this life I have right now, to be able to wear the things I like. My fashion has nothing to do with me; it doesn't define who I am or what I am as a woman. You don't have the right to insult me this way... I don't need your money, Ran. I don't need your father as well to live."

I didn't wait for his response. Instead, I knelt down to gather all of his money on the ground. I was hurting inside. I wanted to cry so badly, but I didn't want him to think that I'm weak. I am over that feeling!

"You don't need to throw these," I whispered, barely enough to be heard as I could already feel like my voice was about to crack if I continued to speak more.

After that, I took his wallet from his hand and placed everything back in it. I didn't want to look at him; I'm afraid it'll break me more.

My feet took me to the driver's side, grabbing the driver's arm as I pulled him out of the car. This isn't the first time I saw a dead body. I worked in a criminal organization; shit like this doesn't scare me.

As I climbed into the driver's seat, I glanced back at Ran. His expression was inscrutable, but his eyes held a hint of something—regret? Anger? I couldn't tell. But I didn't care. I had to get out of there.

Driving through the city streets, my mind wandered back to the man with pigtails. It was a time of innocence and recklessness. The memory of his touch, his voice, still lingered with me. I remember the night we spent together, the way he made me feel alive and seen in a way no one else had.

I snapped back to the present as the road opened up to a view of the city skyline. I had come a long way from the girl I was at 19. I was powerful now, with connections and influence. But power came with a price, and moments like this reminded me of the life I had chosen.

Pulling up to my apartment building, I parked the car and took a moment to steady myself. The rain had stopped, but the air was still cool and damp. I walked inside, my heels clicking on the marble floor of the lobby.

As I rode the elevator up, I thought about the man from the bar and the night that had changed everything. I wondered if he remembered me too. I wondered if he thought about that night, about the girl who had mistaken him for someone else but found something real in the end.

Reaching my floor, I stepped out and headed to my door. I unlocked it and entered my sanctuary. The city lights streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. I dropped my keys on the table and headed straight to the bathroom.

Morgan is already asleep.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw the woman I had become. Strong, independent, and fierce. But beneath that, there was still the girl who had once been vulnerable and hopeful. I washed my face, letting the cool water wash away the remnants of the night.

I changed into something comfortable and made myself a drink. Sitting by the window, I looked out at the city. Somewhere out there, the man with pigtails was living his life, just as I was living mine.

Maybe one day our paths would cross again. Maybe they wouldn't. But the memory of him would always be a part of me, a reminder of a time when I was young and free. And as I sipped my drink, I felt a sense of peace. No matter what the future held, I knew who I was and what I stood for. And that was enough.