Anger never builds; it only tears down. In the heat of a single moment, it can feel like strength, an armor to hide behind. But when the fire fades, all that's left are the ashes of what once mattered. Anger doesn't solve anything-it devours patienc...
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hapter 12: Belongs to Me
Taehyung stood outside the towering glass building of Synerge Enterprises, his gaze fixed on the structure with a mixture of awe and unease. The weight of what he was about to do pressed heavily on his chest, but he knew this was the only way he could uncover the truth and seek justice for his mother. With a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and walked inside, his steps echoing through the lobby.
Approaching the front desk, he met the receptionist's gaze with determination. "Hi, I'm Kim Taehyung. I'm here to meet Sim Jehwa."
The receptionist raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking over him as she spoke, "May I ask if you have a scheduled appointment with her?"
Taehyung hesitated for a moment, then reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a sleek business card and placing it on the desk. "She gave me this. Is that enough?" He inquired.
The receptionist studied the card for a beat before nodding, confirming its authenticity. "This is Ms. Jehwa's card," she murmured, picking up the phone to make the call. "Please wait here."
As she dialed, Taehyung shifted his weight nervously, hands tucked into his pockets. He wasn’t sure what kind of reception he was about to get, but he had come this far. The receptionist spoke briefly on the phone, her voice low.
"Hello, Ma'am. Good Afternoon; there's a person named Kim Taehyung who wants to meet you. Should I let him into your office?" the receptionist speaks. "I understand, Ma'am, thank you." then the call ended.
Taehyung was waiting for the receptionist to speak to him.
After a moment, she hung up and turned back to Taehyung.
"Ms. Jehwa is expecting you. Her office is on the 16th floor. The entire floor is reserved for her, so you shouldn't have any trouble finding her."
"Thank you." Taehyung offered a polite smile before heading toward the elevators.
The ride up felt far too long, each second stretching out in anticipation. When the elevator doors opened to the 16th floor, Taehyung stepped out, only to freeze as he spotted Jungkook standing just outside Jehwa’s office. Their eyes met, and Jungkook's expression darkened as he approached.
"What are you doing here?" Taehyung asked in a low voice, glancing over his shoulder to ensure no one else was in the immediate vicinity. He leaned in closer, lowering his voice further.
"Don't worry, I came here on my own. I told you, I didn’t trust her. She’s got too many tricks up her sleeve, and I’m not letting her pull anything with you." Jungkook told him.
Taehyung's lips pressed into a tight line as he replied, "I don’t trust her either. But you’re right, this is risky. If we’re seen together, it might raise suspicions. Everyone knows what happened between us." He glanced around nervously, his thoughts racing.
Jungkook gave a casual wink, his expression light, though his eyes were full of warning. "Stick to your story, and don’t worry about me. I won’t mess things up for you."
The office door opened suddenly, and a woman with a stern expression stepped out. Her eyes locked onto Jungkook with a flash of recognition and immediate disdain.
"Mr. Jeon is here as well, Ma’am," she said, addressing Jehwa without looking at him.
Jungkook walked into the office without waiting for an invitation, and Taehyung followed, though he remained near the door, unsure of how to behave in such an intense atmosphere. Jehwa stood from her desk, her gaze sharp as she fixed Jungkook with a glare.
"What are you doing here?" she snapped, her voice laced with irritation.
Jungkook didn’t flinch. Instead, his tone was cold and filled with a calm, quiet authority. "I’ve heard rumors. Something about you wanting to buy my company?" he asked.
Jehwa’s lips curled into a cruel smile. "Are you afraid I’ll do it?" there's no hesitation in her tone.
Jungkook’s response was venomous, his eyes narrowing with unspoken threats. "I’ve told you before, don’t take what’s mine, Jehwa. You’ll regret it."
"Oh, please," Jehwa scoffed. "You know as well as I do that the company belongs to me now." she was full of herself.
Jungkook’s jaw tightened. "That company was built by my father. It doesn’t belong to you." he stated.
Jehwa’s grin widened. "And in his will, he made it clear that I should own it. Not you." She was insane.
"That’s a lie," Jungkook shot back. "My father never would’ve named you. You’re just my mother’s sister, someone who’s only after her wealth because of your own greed."
She smirked, undeterred. "My sister trusted me with her wealth, Jungkook. She knew you’d squander it."
Jungkook’s eyes flashed with fury. "A gambling addict like you? There’s no way my mother would’ve trusted you with anything." His words were laced with disgust, his voice biting.
"Watch your mouth!" Jehwa hissed, her hands clenching into fists.
"No, you should watch yours," Jungkook retorted, his voice was like ice. "I’m not a child anymore, so don’t think you can push me around. This wealth? It’s mine. You’ve had your fun, but the time for your little games is over. I’ll take back what’s mine, even if I have to burn you to the ground to do it." His voice sent a chill to everyone inside the office.
With that, he turned sharply, heading for the door. Jehwa opened her mouth to say something, but before she could try to slap him, Jungkook grabbed her wrist with a force that had her gasping in pain.
"Don’t you ever lay a hand on me again," he warned, his grip tightening until she winced in agony. "You can enjoy the luxury of my wealth for now, but I promise you—soon, not a penny will be left for you."
He shoved her hand away and walked out, his back straight and unyielding. Taehyung stood frozen in shock, his mind racing with the power and coldness in Jungkook’s words. The man he had known was gone, replaced by someone far more dangerous. He didn’t know whether to feel frightened or in awe.
