𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙻𝚈𝙽 |𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒇 | 𝑩𝑻𝑺

12

It was evening when Yn, having locked herself in her room, heard loud bangs at the door.

Raising her eyebrows, she opened the door to find Bae In-ah and Miso standing there.

Bae In-ah shoved Yn back into the room, and Miso quickly locked the door behind them.

"Did you enjoy going out with my stepson?" Bae In-ah glared at Yn, her voice filled with anger.

Before Yn could respond, Miso sneered, "Why wouldn’t she? After all, she loves to spread her legs, right, Mom?"

"Dare you to repeat that-" Yn began, but a loud slap echoed in the room.

Bae In-ah slapped Yn harshly. "Watch how you speak to my daughter!" she seethed.

Yn wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, her frustration increasing as she stared back. Her eyes were red, not just from the burning sensation on her cheeks, but from the anger boiling inside her.

"Apologies, I’m not familiar with how sluts talk," Yn shot back.

"You-!" Miso yelled, her voice rising in fury.

"Don’t forget your place, Yn. And don’t forget how I used you to get back to Seoul. Don’t you dare open your mouth in this mansion!"

"You are my puppet, Yn. Your life strings are in my hands. Don’t think of getting close to the Kims. Anyone you get close to will die because of your bad luck," Bae In-ah spat, her words dripping with hate.

Miso grinned, eagerly waiting to see Yn crumble and beg, tears streaming down her face.

"Tsk, tsk... how lame of you, Mother, to think I'm still your puppet. I’ve long broken free from your grip!" Yn replied, her voice steady.

"How would you feel if the Kims knew the truth? Do you think Kim Gu-won would still treat you like his wife? And your daughter as his own?"

"How dare you-" Miso began, but Yn cut her off.

"Shhh... while I’m speaking, no one should interrupt," Yn snapped, her voice firm.

Bae In-ah took a step back, absorbing Yn’s words. These words... they echoed in her mind. They were the same words she had once used against Yn years ago. Her heart raced, looking into Yn's eyes, which were now filled with a haunting emptiness. If they were filled with hate, at least Bae In-ah would sigh in relief, but seeing that void terrified her to the core.

No! She couldn’t let Yn escape her control! Yn was her puppet! She needed to prove that!

"And I’m not here as your puppet just because you pulled your little game. I’m here to take back what’s mine." Yn chuckled, a rush of anger bringing a hint of color back to her pale cheeks.

"No! You will not do anything, and I will not let you! You are destined to suffer! You are meant to be my puppet!" Bae In-ah screamed, her voice full of desperation.

"Don’t worry, Mom! She’s just spouting nonsense-" Miso began, but Yn roughly pulled her hair.

Miso screamed at the pain, desperately scratching Yn's hands to loosen her grip. Yn finally let go, her expression unfazed.

"I dared to pull your hair... but trust me, making you blind or mute doesn’t scare me," Yn said, locking eyes with Miso, who was now crying.

"Mom! This slut-" Miso cried, but Bae In-ah cut her off.

"Out, Miso. Let’s deal with this piece of trash later! Trust your mom, you’ll get a good show to watch," Bae In-ah gritted her teeth, dragging Miso out of the room.