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Chapter 3: The Mafia King

Yn was placed in the backseat of a luxurious car, her mind racing as the cityscape blurred around her. She had never been in such a vehicle before, and the lavish surroundings only made her feel more out of place. The cold, intimidating man sitting across from her, Taehyung, kept his eyes locked on her with an unsettling calmness. His presence was overpowering, and it sent a chill down her spine.

"You don't need to worry," he said finally, his voice smooth and low. "This is just a formality."

Yn’s throat tightened. "A formality? What do you mean?" Her voice barely sounded like her own—strained, fearful.

Taehyung didn’t respond immediately. His gaze was intense, as if he were reading her every thought, but then, without a hint of emotion, he spoke again. "You’re being sold to me, Yn. Your aunt had a deal with me. You’ll be living under my roof now."

The words hit Yn like a punch to the gut. She had known something was wrong, but hearing it so bluntly made everything real. She was no longer her own person. She was a transaction.

"Who are you?" Yn asked, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to stay calm. "What do you want with me?"

Taehyung’s lips curled into a small, almost imperceptible smile. "I am Taehyung," he said simply, his name heavy with authority. "And I want you because you're worth something. To me, you're an investment."

Yn’s heart pounded in her chest. "An investment?" she repeated, disbelief creeping into her voice. She had heard rumors about the mafia, but this was something far beyond her imagination. "I’m not some... object to be bought and sold."

Taehyung's expression didn’t change. "I never said you were," he replied coolly. "But that’s what you are now. And that’s what you’ll remain until I decide otherwise."

The car pulled into a towering, modern mansion on the outskirts of the city. It was like nothing Yn had ever seen—a fortress of glass and steel, its cold design matching the man who had brought her here. The doors opened, and guards stepped forward to escort her inside.

She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she had never imagined it would be like this. The mansion’s interior was equally imposing, its sleek and minimalist design evoking a sense of power and control. Taehyung led the way, his steps measured and purposeful, while Yn was forced to keep pace behind him.

Once inside, they reached a large, luxurious living room, and Taehyung gestured for her to sit on one of the plush couches. She did so hesitantly, still feeling like an outsider in this strange new world. The air between them was thick with tension, but Taehyung remained distant, his cold eyes never leaving her.

"Get comfortable," he finally said, sitting across from her. "This is your new home. And as long as you follow the rules, you’ll be fine."

Yn’s mind was reeling. How had her life come to this? She had been so excited about the future, about making her own decisions, finding her own path. But now, it felt like everything had been ripped away from her.

"Rules?" she asked, trying to steady her voice. "What rules?"

"You'll do as I say," Taehyung replied, his tone firm. "You’ll be under my care now. You don’t have to worry about anything—food, clothes, shelter—all that will be provided. But in exchange, you’ll need to follow my orders without question. Disobedience isn’t tolerated."

Yn swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of fear and resentment. She had never been the type to submit to anyone’s control, but the thought of defying Taehyung in this place felt terrifying. His power was palpable, his control absolute.

"And if I don’t?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung’s eyes darkened slightly. "Then you’ll regret it," he said, the finality in his voice sending a shiver down her spine.

She didn’t know what kind of man Taehyung was, but she could tell that he was someone used to getting what he wanted. His cold demeanor didn’t leave much room for negotiation. Everything was a transaction to him, and Yn was just another part of his empire.

"You may not like it here," Taehyung said, his voice suddenly softer, though there was still a hint of steel beneath it, "but I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. In time, you’ll learn that things are better when you accept your place."

Yn’s heart thudded painfully in her chest. She wanted to argue, to scream, to demand that they let her go, but she was trapped. No one knew where she was. Her family had abandoned her. Her aunt had sold her. And now, here she was, in the clutches of a man who saw her as nothing more than an asset.

Taehyung didn’t give her a chance to respond. He stood up abruptly, his movements smooth and efficient, like everything he did had a purpose. "Rest for now. You’ll meet the others tomorrow. And remember—you’re under my protection now. You won’t need to worry about anything else."

As he turned to leave, Yn sat frozen on the couch, the weight of the situation sinking in. There was no going back now. Her life had changed in an instant, and all she could do was try to survive in this cold, unfamiliar world.

But deep inside, she wondered if there was more to Taehyung than he was letting on. Despite the coldness, despite his ruthlessness, something in her gut told her there was more to this man than met the eye.

And maybe, just maybe, she would learn to see it.