Chaeyoung agreed to something she knew she'd regret. The weight of her decision pressed heavily on her chest, but it was the only way to free her father and spare him the next six years in prison.
The guilt hadn't dulled with time. It was a wound that refused to close, a constant reminder of her failure. That night, years ago, she had done nothing—frozen by fear and confusion. She had been a child, too frightened to choose between her mother and father, but the truth still tasted bitter on her tongue. She could have spoken up. She should have spoken up.
Her best friend's death only added to the growing heap of her regrets. She hadn't even made it to his funeral. That failure haunted her too.
But enough was enough.
The documents sat on her desk, staring her down like an accusation. She had spent hours fixated on them, her thoughts a chaotic swirl of color, vivid but disorganized, like spilled pencils. At the bottom of the last page was a blank line awaiting her signature. Just one name, and the deal would be sealed.
There would be no going back.
Her chest tightened as she considered the question: could she fulfill what was required to secure her father's freedom, or would fear drive her back to pleading withVivienne for the truth? Neither option felt like a choice.
With a frustrated growl, Chaeyoung snatched the paper from the desk and signed her name in a hasty, messy scrawl. She stared at the ink, dark and permanent, before slipping the documents into an envelope.
She walked to the mailbox under the cover of night, hesitating for just a second before sliding the envelope inside. She stood there for a moment, exhaling a shaky breath as she watched it disappear.
There was no turning back now.
Lisa Manoban sat stiffly in the VIP lounge of the airport, waiting for her private jet. Across from her, Tzuyu Lastra lounged in decadent luxury, her fifth course of caviar in front of her. Two shirtless men massaged her bare legs with practiced ease, the scene dripping with indulgence.
Lisa tried not to look.
''Isn't this great?'' Tzuyu squealed, wiggling her toes and accidentally grazing one of the men's faces with her foot. Lisa almost felt sorry for him.
''You and me, on a vacation! It feels like a honeymoon,Lili!''
''I'm visiting your father to discuss important matters,'' Lisa corrected, her tone sharp.
Tzuyu waved her off, licking her spoon with what Lisa could only assume was caviar-covered delight. ''Still! I'm sure we can sneak in a skinny dip along the way. Maybe I'll invite a few friends, and we'll throw a huge party...''
Lisa's phone vibrated, the shrill tone of her ancient Nokia a welcomed escape. She excused herself curtly, leaving the lounge to find refuge in a bathroom stall. Once hidden, she answered the call.
''You have five seconds to explain yourself,'' she snapped, her voice low but venomous.
The voice on the other end belonged to Hyunjin Jisoons, a man whose reputation was as tarnished as his intentions were questionable. He sounded strained, panicked.
''I need your help with something,'' he said, his words uneven.
Lisa rolled her eyes, her patience thin. She had looked into Hyunjin before—a manipulative addict with a knack for conning anyone who crossed his path. He was clever, yes, but far from trustworthy.
''Well, too fucking bad–''
''I'll trade it with information about Lucian.''
Lisa froze. Lucian?
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Killer's Kiss
Fanfiction''You're crazy. I'll never even consider the thought of taking a person's life.'' ''Oh.'' The Thai woman's eyes strain onto Chaeyoung's glossed lips. ''Liar.'' She runs a finger over the crease under the blonde's lower lip. ''Each time you lie, a cr...
