A Love To Kill For

Chapter : 6

Chapter 6: A Web of Lies

The morning light poured through your window, but the warmth of the sun did little to comfort you. After what had transpired the night before, you couldn’t shake the unease that clung to you. The memory of Taehyung’s possessive kiss and his dark, commanding words played on a loop in your mind.

You stayed in bed, hoping that avoiding him would give you a sense of control, but deep down, you knew it wouldn’t. Taehyung was relentless—he wouldn’t back down, not until he had what he wanted. And what he wanted… was you.

A soft knock at the door made your heart skip a beat. You stayed silent, hoping whoever it was would leave.

But the door creaked open.

“Good morning,” Taehyung’s deep voice filled the room. He stepped inside, his presence commanding as always. He was wearing a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his toned forearms. His dark hair fell messily across his forehead, giving him an effortlessly dangerous look.

You sat up, clutching the blanket tightly against you. “What do you want, Taehyung?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

He smirked, closing the door behind him. “Is that how you greet family?”

“You’re not my family,” you shot back, your voice trembling slightly. “You’re just my brother-in-law.”

Taehyung’s eyes darkened at your words, and he crossed the room in a few strides, standing at the edge of your bed. “I’m much more than that, and you know it.”

You glared at him, refusing to back down. “What do you mean by that? Why are you doing this?”

He leaned down, placing one hand on the bed beside you, his face inches from yours. “Because I want you,” he admitted, his voice dripping with honesty. “And I always get what I want.”

You tried to push him away, but he grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but not painful. “Stop fighting me, ___,” he said, his voice low and full of warning. “It’s pointless.”

“Let me go, Taehyung,” you demanded, your voice shaking with anger.

Instead of listening, he tightened his grip, pulling you closer. His free hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. His touch was both gentle and possessive, a stark contrast to the dark intensity in his eyes.

“Why do you keep pretending you don’t feel it too?” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to yours.

“I don’t feel anything for you,” you lied, turning your face away.

He didn’t believe you. Taehyung tilted your chin back toward him, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Liar,” he murmured before capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

This time, you fought harder, trying to pull away, but his hold was unyielding. His kiss was rough, desperate, as if he was trying to imprint himself on you. When he finally pulled back, you were breathless, your heart racing wildly in your chest.

“You can lie to yourself all you want,” he said, his voice calm yet filled with dangerous certainty. “But I see the way you look at me. I feel it every time I touch you.”

You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. “This isn’t right, Taehyung. You’re married to my sister.”

His expression darkened, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of guilt in his eyes. But it disappeared just as quickly as it came.

“She doesn’t matter,” he said coldly. “Not when it comes to you.”

You stared at him, horrified. “How can you say that? She’s your wife!”

“And you’re my obsession,” he replied, his voice unwavering.

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**Later

The tension between you and Taehyung was suffocating. You tried to avoid him, but it was impossible. He seemed to know exactly where you’d be at all times, appearing just when you thought you had a moment of peace.

Your sister, blissfully unaware of what was happening, continued to treat Taehyung like the perfect husband. You hated the lies you were now living in, the secrets that threatened to consume you.

But Taehyung was always watching, always waiting. He thrived in the shadows, using every opportunity to remind you that you belonged to him.

That evening, as you sat on the balcony, trying to clear your mind, Taehyung joined you. He leaned against the railing, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

“You’re thinking about running, aren’t you?” he asked suddenly, his tone casual but laced with warning.

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. “What are you talking about?”

He turned to face you, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned. “If you try to leave, I’ll find you. And when I do, there will be consequences.”

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” you asked, your voice breaking.

“Because I can’t,” he admitted, stepping closer. “I won’t.”

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his hand reaching for your face. His touch was warm, almost tender, but his eyes were filled with possessive hunger.

“You’re mine,Yn ,” he whispered, leaning down to brush his lips against yours. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you never forget that.”

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To Be Continued...