𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 || 𝐊𝐓𝐇

Chapter-18: Princess treatment

Millie

The room felt eerily quiet as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts refusing to settle. My stomach grumbled, a stark reminder that I hadn’t eaten all day. Reluctantly, I got up and reached for the phone, ordering room service.

When the food arrived, I ate slowly, savoring each bite. The flavors danced on my tongue, offering a brief respite from the storm of emotions brewing inside me. Afterward, I glanced at the clock. It was already 10:30 PM. My brow furrowed. Where was he? He’d said he’d be back, but I hadn’t seen him all day.

For a fleeting moment, worry crept in. But then, just as quickly, I pushed it away. Why should I care? He’s a grown man—perfectly capable of taking care of himself. Besides, I was still furious. His controlling and possessive attitude had left me seething. I didn’t need anyone to dictate my life. I was my own person, capable of making my own decisions.

Sighing, I walked over to the window. The city below sparkled like a sea of stars, each light twinkling with a promise of freedom. In that moment, I felt a strange calmness wash over me. Alone, I could handle whatever came my way. With that thought, I slipped back into bed, the resolve strengthening in my heart.

I was fast asleep, my body giving in to the exhaustion of the day, when the sharp sound of the door opening jolted me awake. Sitting up, I blinked as the lights flickered on, illuminating the room.

Taehyung entered, his presence commanding as always. He tossed his coat carelessly onto a chair and loosened his tie with a practiced, impatient motion.

“You’re still awake, I see,” he remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m surprised you’re not too tired from all the trouble you caused me today.”

I stiffened, my anger flaring. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended.

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smug smile. “Oh, come on. You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re always so reckless and impulsive, never considering how your actions might affect me.”

His words stung, but they also ignited a fire within me. Before I could retort, he moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. His gaze pierced mine, equal parts amused and annoyed.

“And why are you in bed already?” he asked, his tone laced with mockery. “You know it’s our honeymoon. Don’t couples usually... enjoy themselves on their honeymoon?”

A wave of revulsion swept through me. I shoved him away, creating as much distance as I could between us. But instead of being offended, he chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“Don’t be like that,” he said, his voice soft yet insincere. “I thought we were past this.”

“Past what?” I snapped, glaring at him. “You come in here, insult me, and then expect me to fall in line with whatever you want? You’re unbelievable.”

Ignoring my anger, he stood and moved to the bedside table. He slid a sleek, black credit card across it toward me.

“Tomorrow, we’re attending a business party. Be ready by 7 PM,” he instructed. “You’ll need a dress. Buy whatever you want.”

His words caught me off guard. I stared at the card, emotions swirling within me—anger, confusion, and the faintest hint of curiosity.