𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 || 𝐊𝐓𝐇

Chapter-25: Planning

Taehyung

As I left the room, a wave of guilt gnawed at my insides. Why had I shouted at her? But just as quickly as the guilt surfaced, it was replaced by anger and resentment. I clenched my fists, shaking off the brief moment of weakness. What was I doing, feeling guilty about her? I had no reason to care.

She was Jungkook’s sister—a constant reminder of everything I despised. I hated her beauty, the way her presence lingered in my mind far longer than I wanted it to. She was my wife, a title she didn’t deserve, yet somehow, she had the audacity to make me feel things I had vowed never to feel.

I shook my head, stopping mid-thought. I shouldn’t be thinking about her at all. She was nothing more than a pawn in my game. I would use her to settle old scores, exploit her presence, and toss her aside once her purpose was served.

The thought sent a sharp rush of determination through me, cold and calculated. No more guilt. No more second-guessing. She would pay for the sins of her brother, and I’d make sure she felt every ounce of my pain.

As I turned a corner in the hallway, Yoon-ah’s familiar figure came into view. She stood there, her smile laced with something too sweet to be genuine.

“Taehyung, it’s been so long,” she greeted, her voice dripping with false warmth.

She stepped closer, her arms outstretched like she was ready to embrace me, but I stopped her in her tracks with a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t.”

Her smile faltered for a moment, confusion flickering across her face before she recovered, plastering on a coy grin. “Oh, come on, Taehyung. Don’t be so cold. I’ve missed you.”

She inched closer, her body brushing against mine in a way that once might have stirred something in me. Now, it only brought disgust.

“Stop,” I said, my voice sharper this time, my gaze like ice.

Her playful demeanor cracked, and I caught a glimpse of the frustration simmering underneath. “You’re just going to dismiss me like that?”

“Yes,” I replied without hesitation. “I’m not interested in playing games, Yoon-ah. Stay out of my way.”

Her expression darkened, but I turned and walked away, her presence no longer worth my attention.

Yoon-ah

As Taehyung’s figure disappeared down the hall, a storm of emotions churned within me. Anger, humiliation, and the bitter sting of rejection warred for dominance. How could he dismiss me like that, as though I was nothing?

I stormed into the guest bedroom, slamming the door behind me. My fists clenched at my sides as I paced back and forth. The memories of his touch, his smile, the warmth we once shared, taunted me. And now? Now he couldn’t even spare me a second glance.

I paused in front of the mirror, catching sight of my reflection. My carefully curated appearance—a perfect blend of elegance and allure—was wasted on someone who didn’t appreciate it. My lips curled into a bitter smile.

He thought he could forget about me? Move on with his life and leave me behind? He had no idea who he was dealing with.

As I composed myself, I stepped out into the hallway and found myself face-to-face with her. Millie. The bane of my existence.

“You’re still here?” I asked, my tone light but laced with hidden venom.

Millie looked up, her expression polite yet guarded. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

I tilted my head, feigning innocence. “I just assumed you’d be too busy preparing for your brother’s party to entertain guests.”

Her gaze flickered briefly with confusion before she replied, “I am preparing. I’ll be leaving soon.”

That’s when I noticed her outfit—a beautiful white dress that hugged her figure perfectly. My jealousy flared, but I quickly masked it with a sweet smile.

“Mind if I join you?” I asked casually, though the idea had already cemented itself in my mind.

She hesitated, clearly unsure of my intentions. But she nodded, her tone polite as ever. “Of course, you’re welcome to come.”

Oh, sweet Millie. So trusting. So naive. She had no idea what I was capable of.

Taehyung

By the time I returned to the bedroom, Millie was already dressed. My breath caught for a fraction of a second as I took in the sight of her. The white dress suited her in a way that made my chest tighten inexplicably. What the hell is wrong with me?

Our eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, I thought I saw something in her gaze—sadness, perhaps? But before I could dwell on it, I tore my eyes away and headed straight to the dressing room.

I dressed quickly, forcing my thoughts to focus on anything but her. When I returned, she was gone, the soft click of her heels echoing down the stairs.

I followed her, my steps slowing as I caught sight of Yoon-ah standing at the bottom of the stairs. Her smile was wide, and she clung to my arm the moment I stepped into view.

“Let’s go, then,” she said cheerfully, batting her eyelashes like some lovesick teenager.

I pried her hand off my arm, my patience wearing thin. “Where do you think you’re going?”

She pouted, clearly unfazed by my irritation. “Millie said I could come to the party. Isn’t that right, Millie?”

Millie stood near the doorway, her expression unreadable but her clenched fists betraying her frustration. Yoon-ah moved to cling to me again, but this time, I stepped away sharply. “I told you not to come near me.”

Her face fell, her lips parting in shock. But I didn’t care. Without another glance at her, I walked past her and out the door, following Millie.

For better or worse, the day wasn’t over yet, and something told me it was only going to get more complicated.

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