UNLOVED WIFE

67. THE PRICE OF FREEDOM

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Doyun was about to step inside when, suddenly, the owner appeared with his men, also heading towards Taehyung's room.

The owner blocked Doyun's path, his voice sharp as he questioned, "What are you doing here?"

Doyun replied calmly, "Sir, you ordered me to give him lessons."

But the owner wasn't paying attention to his words. His gaze was fixed on Doyun's attire who stood there in a plain, comfortable T-shirt and pajama bottoms, completely covered.

The owner scoffed, his eyes full of contempt. "Who do you think you're fooling, dressing like that? Trying to act all modest-what, are you pretending to be someone's wife? Know your place, boy. You're just someone who spreads his legs in front of everyone."

His tone grew colder, more threatening.

"Go change and come back dressed like the whore you are. If you don't, my men will take no time to rip your clothes off and parade you around naked. Understand?"

"And just because you're not premium anymore, that doesn't mean you're going to stop attracting clients."

Doyun's heart sank, and his fists clenched at his sides. Pain and humiliation filled his eyes, but he forced himself to swallow the lump in his throat. He gave a small nod, turned away, and walked off with his shoulders low in defeat.

The owner stepped into Taehyung's room and his expression darkened when he saw him sitting quietly on the floor, his gaze fixed nothing in particular.

"Make him stand," the owner ordered one of his men.

The man grabbed Taehyung roughly by the arm, yanking him up without caring if it hurt. "Get up bitch," the man said, his voice cold and angry.

Taehyung flinched from the rough grip, his body shaking as he got to his feet.

He didn't say a word, but the sadness and shame on his face were clear, his silence showed the pain he couldn't explain.

"Undo his shirt", the owner ordered.

Taehyung stepped backward in panic, but before he could struggle more. With a swift, merciless motion, one of the men tore his shirt open, revealing his boobies.

Their eyes gleamed with lust, practically drooling at the sight.

Taehyung was trapped in their relentless clutches, struggling desperately to break free and hide himself from their dirty gaze.

The owner approached him with a cruel smirk, groping his boobies, squeezing them and milk spilled out like fountain and it trickled down his nipples.

Taehyung flinched, his face burning with shame as he turned it away, wishing he could disappear. But the old man wasn't done-he grabbed Taehyung's jaw roughly, forcing him to look at him. Their eyes met, and Taehyung felt small and powerless under the man's cold, dominating gaze.