🥀In the underworld of betrayal and bullets, love is the cruelest enemy.❤️🩹
🍂Two mafia rivals bound in marriage, torn by hate, trapped by desire.✨
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Kim Taehyung, the ruthless Mafia king, killing anyone mercilessly who gets in his way, his pier...
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The eighth evening bled slowly into the horizon, painting the glass walls of the home office in dull shades of amber. The room was quiet now. Too quiet after a week of relentless paper storms.
The files were no longer scattered in chaos. They were stacked in calculated rows across the long table behind her-evidence waiting for the right battlefield.
YN stood beside the tall window overlooking the silent driveway of the Lee mansion.
The city lights were beginning to flicker awake far beyond the gates.
Her reflection stared back at her from the glass.
Exhausted. But terrifyingly awake.
In her hand rested a phone.
For several seconds she simply watched the contact name glowing on the screen.
Charlie.
Once a friend.
Now the most influential shareholder standing between her and the boardroom.
Her thumb pressed the call button. The ringing tone echoed through the quiet office.
One ring.
Two.
Three.
The call connected with a sharp click.
YN: Hello.
There was a pause on the other end. Then a quiet, dry chuckle.
Charlie: Well... this is expected.
Another pause.
Charlie: I was wondering how long it would take before you called.
YN's expression didn't change.
Charlie continued before she could respond, his tone carrying the faint edge of amusement.
Charlie: Let me guess. You want me to convince the board to reconsider your position.
A pause.
Charlie: Using the "old friend" card this time?
YN didn't respond immediately. Her gaze remained fixed on the distant skyline.
When she finally spoke, her voice was low and steady.
YN: Relax, Charlie.
Another quiet pause.
YN: If I wanted sympathy, I would have called someone capable of giving it.
There was silence then a scoff audible from the other end.
Charlie: Tch! This attitude of yours really. Confident, annoying yet intimidating.
