The following days felt like an endless loop of tension and silence. Taehyung remained distant, his cold demeanor unbroken by anything Yn said or did. He had made it clear that she was in his world now, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something darker was lurking beneath the surface. Every time he looked at her, it was as though he was sizing her up, trying to figure her out like a puzzle he was determined to solve.
Yn spent her days in the mansion, pacing the vast halls, trying to come to terms with her new reality. She refused to remain a passive bystander in her life. She had always been intelligent, independent, and capable of managing her family’s business, so why should she let Taehyung dictate her future?
But as each day passed, her resolve was slowly being chipped away. The mansion was beautiful, yes, but it was also isolating. She had no friends, no family here. Just Taehyung—and his unrelenting power over her.
One evening, as she was sitting in the garden, lost in thought, a shadow appeared in front of her. She looked up to find Taehyung standing before her, his hands in his pockets. He regarded her with the same cool indifference that had become his trademark, but there was something different about him today.
“I’ve arranged for you to have a personal allowance,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. “A black card. You’ll have access to anything you want. No need to worry about money. You’re mine now, and I’ll take care of you.”
Yn’s eyebrows furrowed. The last thing she wanted was to feel indebted to him, but she knew this was part of his control. He wasn’t offering her freedom; he was making sure she remained dependent on him.
“I don’t need your money,” she said firmly, crossing her arms. “I didn’t ask for any of this.”
Taehyung stepped closer, his expression unreadable. “You don’t need to ask for it. You’re my wife. And I’ll give you everything you want… as long as you understand that you’re mine.”
His words sent a chill down her spine, but she refused to show fear. She wasn’t going to let him manipulate her emotions.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly despite herself. “Why me?”
Taehyung’s lips quirked up into a faint smile, though his eyes remained as cold as ever. “Because you’re different. And I like to have things I can’t easily control.”
Yn felt a wave of anger rush through her, but she quickly masked it. “I’m not your possession, Taehyung. You can’t make me love you by throwing money at me or treating me like a prize.”
He stepped even closer, his presence almost overwhelming. “Love has nothing to do with it,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re here because you belong to me. That’s the only thing that matters.”
Yn’s heart raced, but she refused to back down. “I’ll never belong to you.”
Taehyung leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. “You already do.”
Before she could respond, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, seething with frustration. It was becoming clear to her now: Taehyung didn’t just want her physically. He wanted her mind, her soul. He wanted to break her spirit, to bend her will to his. And she couldn’t let him.
She had a plan. She wouldn’t let him win. She would fight for her independence, no matter what it took.
But as she watched him disappear into the distance, she couldn’t ignore the growing fear that she was already losing the battle.
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FanfictionYn, born healthy but neglected by her family in favor of her weak twin sister, Yena, leaves home at 18 to start a new life. She finds love but discovers her boyfriend cheating on her with Yena. Her family sends her to her aunt's house, where she is...
