*This chapter contains sexual content so if you’re underage or uncomfortable with sexual acts, this is your warning, the book is also rated mature and has a warning in the prologue*
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Whir…whir…whir…
My eyes snapped open, the all-too-familiar sound of something mechanical demanding my attention. I squinted in the darkness, my hand reaching out to silence the disturbance. It was my phone, vibrating against the cool glass of the nightstand. But that wasn’t right; Taehyung had my phone, didn’t he?
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, glancing over at the sleeping form beside me. Taehyung’s broad back rose and fell with each deep breath he took, the tapestry of tattoos on his skin a stark contrast to the pristine white of the bedsheets. His face was buried in the pillow, and I allowed myself a moment to study him, the first time in a long while that I had seen him in such a calm state.
With a huff of annoyance and a silent question to the empty air, “Why are you even here? Sleep in your room.” I slid out of the bed, not wanting to disturb his rest. The unyielding marble floor sent a shiver up my spine as I made my way to the balcony. The room was not my mansion, but rather a stark, modern chamber high above the bustling city, the lights winking at me like a thousand malicious eyes.
As I step onto the balcony, the cool evening breeze kisses my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. The sound of distant traffic and the faint scent of rain-kissed asphalt waft through the air. The phone continues its incessant buzzing. It’s my mother. I take a deep, shaky breath, the weight of all the confession in the torture room heavy on my chest. How could they do this to me?
With trembling fingers, I swipe the screen to answer the call. “Mother—” I answered the call, my voice cold and hard as I was bracing myself for yet another betrayal, my heart pounding anticipating her words.
“Oh god, Amy. Why aren’t you picking up my call?” she asked, her voice quivering with a mix of panic and anger. “Neither your father, Grace, nor your grandfather are taking my calls. Is it because of Taehyung? Did he find out where you are?”
She was always so dramatic, but in this case, her fear was warranted. I leaned heavily on the cold railing of the balcony, the wind whispering secrets through my hair. “No, Mother, Taehyung hasn’t found anything out about us,” I lied, my voice as calm as the moonlit waters of the river snaking through the city.
“Thank God, but then why weren’t you all picking up my call?” Her voice grew more frantic.
I rolled my eyes heavenward and lied once more, “Everyone is leaving for America as planned, they must be busy with travel arrangements.”
“And why weren’t you picking up my call?” Her tone was accusatory now.
I took a deep breath, the scent of the night-blooming jasmine thick in the air. “I was busy with some work, that’s all,” I murmured, avoiding her probing gaze even though she couldn’t see me.
