Sol was living her life like a dead person in her own family, who treated her like an outsider. One day, her family discovered she wasn't their biological daughter but someone else's. Without any hesitation, they sent her to her biological family. W...
In the shadows of a dimly lit warehouse in Busan, a towering figure loomed over a trembling woman on the cold concrete floor. There he was Ryu Sun-jae stood tall, his 6'4" frame casting a terrifying shadow. His devilish smile spread across his face, his dimples giving a false sense of warmth. He knelt beside her, his voice smooth, almost too calm.
"You thought I wouldn't find out, didn't you?" Sun-jae said, his tone almost playful, but there was no mistaking the menace beneath it. His eyes glinted with dark amusement as he traced a finger along her cheek. "You're not the first to try and betray me... and you won't be the last. But that doesn't make it any less... entertaining."
The woman trembled, pleading for her life, but Sun-jae wasn't listening. The pleas, the desperation, it all meant nothing to him. His smile remained, unwavering, as his voice cut through the air like a knife. "I always keep my promises," he murmured, a hint of a sadistic laugh escaping his lips. "You thought you'd play me? I've already played you."
In a swift, chilling motion, the deed was done, and her life was extinguished. Sun-jae stood up, wiping his hands with a handkerchief, his expression still unreadable. His eyes narrowed, cold and calculating, as he looked at the lifeless body.
After a pause, he turned and strode toward his private office, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the warehouse. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of leather and polished wood. Sun-jae sat in his chair, the dim lighting casting shadows on his sharp features. He reclined, his mind far away from the task at hand, drifting to a memory.
He thought of her. That girl. The one he'd met once, so briefly, yet she had lingered in his thoughts. She didn't know who he was, and perhaps that's what intrigued him. She had shown him a side of himself he didn't often acknowledge-vulnerable, curious. Her face flickered in his mind like a shadow, elusive and fleeting. He didn't even know her name, but something told him she was important.
He leaned back, his fingers steepled in front of him as he considered the girl, his lips curling into a knowing smile. "What is it about you?" he muttered to himself. "You're not afraid of me, and that... is dangerous."
His mind shifted back to the woman he had just dealt with. She thought she could betray me for a few documents? Sun-jae's smile faded, his expression darkening. I don't care about documents. It's the betrayal that matters. Nobody does that to me.
His thoughts wandered back to the girl-the one who still haunted his mind. She was nothing like the others, not like this woman who had tried to take from him.
She was different. She had no idea who I was... and that's why I need to find her.
Sun-jae's charisma was a weapon-a tool he wielded with precision. He had mastered the art of manipulation, building his empire with cunning strategies while maintaining a perfect, respectable facade as the CEO of Dugo, a sales company. The public saw a charming businessman, a man with an inviting smile and a firm handshake. But behind closed doors, he was something far darker.
He ran his fingers over his dimples absently, the same feature that had once made him the center of attention in his youth. Now, it was part of his mask, his signature charm that disarmed anyone who crossed his path. People trusted him, believed in his warmth, in his sincerity. But those who were close enough to see the truth knew better.
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