Devil

Chapter 6

Moonbyul's eyes locked onto the man's, her anger and frustration simmering just below the surface. "Who is your boss?" she demanded, her voice firm but controlled.

The man hesitated, clearly unsure of how much to reveal. "I...I'm not at liberty to say, miss," he stammered.

"Let's go," she said, her voice low and deadly. "We'll find out what's going on."

With that, she pushed past the man and strode into the ballroom, her aunt and friends following close behind.

As Moonbyul swept into the ballroom, the sound a sharp cracking noise that made her heart skip a beat. It sounded like someone had been slapped. Her instincts kicked in, and she rushed towards the door at the center of the room, her heels clicking on the marble floor.

She flung open the door, and to her surprise, someone was already on the other side, pushing it open from their end. Their eyes met, and Moonbyul's mind went blank. She knew this person, but her brain refused to supply a name or a face to match the familiar features.

The stranger's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Moonbyul, darling. I've missed you so much."

Moonbyul's confusion deepened. Who was this person, and why did they seem to know her so intimately? She searched her memories, but his face remained a mystery.

He took a step closer, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You don't remember me, do you?" he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. "Your father is getting old, Moonbyul. You should teach him some new tricks."

Moonbyul's heart raced as she tried to place him. His voice, his smile, his eyes... everything seemed familiar, yet she couldn't quite grasp his identity. She felt like she was trapped in a dream, with no escape from this enigmatic stranger.

He left with a sneer on his face and gave the others with her a mocking nod. But as she was about to grasp who he was she was snapped back to reality as her aunt rushed into the room as she called out her fathers name followed by Jaehok and No-Ra. Her eyes followed their direction and it widened at the sight of her father on his knees.

The sight of her father on his knees, his face red with shame and anger, was like a punch to Moonbyul's gut. She felt the air leave her lungs as she struggled to comprehend the scene before her. Her aunt's voice was a distant hum, a gentle breeze that couldn't calm the storm brewing inside her.

Jaehok and No-Ra approached her, their faces etched with concern, but Moonbyul's gaze remained fixed on her father. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of uncertainty, with no lifeline to cling to. Her mind, a haunting reminder of the humiliation her father had suffered.

As she stood there, frozen in shock, Moonbyul's mind raced with questions. Who was that man? Why had he slapped her father? And why did his eyes seem to hold a secret message meant only for her? The questions swirled in her head, a maelstrom of confusion and anger that threatened to consume her.

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Is she gonna find out?...