The story follows the unexpected encounter between Mr. Kim Taehyung, the world's biggest business tycoon also the underworld mafia king, and Sana, a pious and modest girl devoted to her faith. Initially, Taehyung didn't plan to fall in love with her...
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Mahir's pov
Mahir shrugged off his soaked coat, tossing it over the laundry basket. As it landed, he heard a faint metallic clink. His eyes narrowed as he saw a bracelet tumble from the coat pocket-the one he had snatched from her wrist when they fell into the pool.
He crouched down, picking it up slowly, his fingers tracing the smooth surface of the half-heart charm. A strange knot tightened in his chest.
"Who are you?" he whispered, barely audible, but the question weighed heavily on him.
His mind raced, tangling with thoughts he didn't want to face. That bracelet... it matched his own. A part of him hated what it implied. If she was someone important to him-someone he cared about in his past-how could she be tied to his father's death? The idea sent a jolt of fear through him. If she was guilty, it would destroy him all over again.
His throat tightened, and he swallowed hard, fighting against the surge of emotions. Standing up, Mahir began to unbutton his drenched shirt, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was trying to clear his head. He walked to his room, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders.
Reaching the nightstand, he pulled out a small wooden box from the drawer. Mahir hesitated for a moment, then placed the bracelet inside. His gaze flicked to his own wrist, to the matching bracelet he'd worn for years.
"I'll find you," he muttered, his voice low. "You better be innocent... because if you're not..." He paused a little and continued "It'll ruin me."
He snapped the box shut, the sound final in the stillness of the room.
Ji hoon's pov
Jihoon sat back in his leather seat at the upscale bar, the dim lighting reflecting off the crystal-clear glass in his hand. He swirled the dark liquid inside, the ice clinking softly. Bringing his phone to his ear he spoke.
"Sir, we've handled everything just like you asked. Is there anything else you need us to take care of?" His tone was calm but sharp.
From the other end of the line, a low, confident voice responded.
"You did well. Now, I need you to get rid of the car. Erase every trace of the CCTV footage that caught them. I don't want him finding out it was her... not that easily."
Jihoon's lips curved into a smirk, eyes narrowing as he took a sip from his glass. The bitter taste of alcohol mixed with the satisfaction of a job well done.
"It's already been taken care of, sir," he said, his voice laced with a quiet arrogance. "No one will see a thing."
A dark chuckle echoed through the phone.
"Perfect," the man replied, his voice dripping with wicked satisfaction. "We'll let him chase shadows for a little longer."
Jihoon pulled the phone away, ending the call with a quiet tap, his smirk deepening as he leaned back in his chair. He swirled his glass one last time before setting it down, the soft clink of glass against wood the only sound in the empty luxury bar.
