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I leaned heavily against the cool glass of the ICU room window, my knuckles turning white with the intensity of my grip. The beeping machines and the sterile smell of the hospital filled the air, but all I could see was the lifeless form of my sister, Noah, lying on the bed before me. Her chest barely rose and fell with each shallow breath, a stark contrast to the vibrant woman she used to be. The tubes and wires snaking out of her body were a grim testament to the pain that had taken over her life.
For a year, she had suffered in silence, hiding her depression behind a mask of happiness she wore for the benefit of everyone else. Even her so-called boyfriend, Jimin, was oblivious to her torment. The same Jimin who had brought nothing but suffering to her, whose very name was a sour taste in my mouth. If it weren’t for the fear in Noah’s eyes when I confronted her, I would have ended him without a second thought. But she had begged me, pleaded with me to spare him, insisting that he had changed.
How could she be so blind? How could she not see that he was the source of her pain, the root of her suffering? The pills I had found in her apartment a month ago, tucked away in a drawer, told me everything I needed to know. I had recognized the signs, the sudden mood swings, the lack of appetite, the dark circles under her eyes. I had tried to get through to her, but she was too wrapped up in his lies to hear the truth.
And now, she paid the ultimate price for her love. A love that was never meant to be. A love that had brought her to the brink of oblivion.
I cast a sideways glance, and there he was, Yoongi, the man who had been by my side through the most treacherous of deals and bloody battles. His eyes, those cold, black orbs of his, were now ablaze with something far more volatile than anger—madness. His gaze was locked onto Noah, my sister, who lay in that hospital bed, a tragic testament to the chaos that had become her life.
Our partnership had been forged in the fires of the Seoul underworld and had stretched to the frozen streets of Moscow. Yet, what had started as a mere business alliance had morphed into something far more personal for him—his obsession with Noah. A secret that had remained hidden beneath the layers of our shady dealings.
It was only when Luna, had informed me of Yoongi’s clandestine meetings with Noah that I pieced it together. He had been her silent guardian through the darkest moments of her depression, a beacon of hope amidst the shadows that Jimin had cast over her. Unbeknownst to her, he had orchestrated a network of protection around her, ensuring she remained safe from harm—his kind of twisted love, I suppose.
When I learned of Jimin’s true colours, his obsession with my sister who had led her to the brink of destruction, I had to act swiftly. I banished him from the Bratva organization and turned to Yoongi, the only man I deemed capable of saving her. I had hoped that by giving him the responsibility of her life, by making him her husband, he could give her the love she deserved—away from the madness that Jimin had become.
