FORCED MARRIAGE WITH BROTHER IN LAW

CHAPTER 64

Kittu's hands were trembling long before she reached the gate.
The call she'd received had been short—whispered words from a neighbour, but enough to ignite the storm inside her.
They've locked Y/N in her room... and she's hurt.

She had been pounding on the door for nearly half an hour, voice raw from shouting.

"Let me see her! She's my sister—LET ME IN!"

Her uncle's cold glare met her through the crack in the door. "This is family business. Go home."

But Kittu had seen the glint of fear in his eyes before the door shut again.
That fear only sharpened her suspicion.
What have they done to her?

By the time the door finally opened that evening, Kittu didn't hesitate. She pushed past her uncle and aunt, straight into the room—

And froze.

Y/N sat on the bed, the dim bulb casting shadows over the bruises blooming on her cheek, the split in her lip, the faint red marks on her wrists. Her hair was tangled, her posture unnervingly calm, her eyes... unreadable.

Kittu's chest tightened. Rage burned through her, but Y/N's stillness only made it worse.
God... what have they turned you into?

Before she could speak, Taehyung appeared in the doorway, his expression carved from stone.

"You've seen enough. Leave."

Kittu spun on him. "Enough? ENOUGH? You think I'm just going to walk away after seeing what you—what all of you—have done to her?"

His jaw clenched. "Watch your words."

"I'll do more than that," she snapped, stepping toward him. "You think hiding behind lawyers and your family's money makes you untouchable? It doesn't. And one day—"

"Enough!" Y/N's father barked, stepping in. "This is between husband and wife. You have no place here."

Kittu turned slowly, her voice low but shaking with fury. "No place here? Oh, I have more place here than any of you."

The room went deathly still. Even Y/N's mother's smug expression faltered.

Taehyung crossed his arms. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Kittu looked at him then—really looked—and decided.
If they wanted silence, they weren't getting it.

"It means," she said, each word deliberate, "that boy you're so desperate to KNOW... is my son."

Silence detonated in the room.

Y/N's father blinked, as if the sentence hadn't made sense. Her mother's mouth opened but no sound came. Taehyung's face drained of colour.

And Y/N? She just sat there, bruised but unbroken, watching the shock ripple through them all.

The air was thick, the weight of the truth pressing down until even the walls seemed to hold their breath.

No one spoke.

Because there was nothing left to say