🥀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...
The silence in the Lee Corporation was no longer peaceful; it was suffocating.
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YN stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, the glittering lights of Seoul mocking her from below. In her hand, she clutched the photograph-the one that had turned her world into a graveyard.
Her thumb traced the sharp line of Taehyung's jaw in the image, the man she had once looked at as her ultimate protector.
Every time she closed her eyes, she didn't see the fire at the Asan Medical Center. She saw that basement. She saw the cold, clinical way he had dismantled her life, and now she finally had the answer to why.
Her mind was a constant blaze of hurt, fury and the question of just "how... how can he even do this?"
Her eyes seemed wry because of no sleep and the tears, which she hated to have but still, came out her eyes the whole night.
YN: You know Taehyung, even if you had asked me back then to just kill myself at that point, I would have done it. But this? Was I... really such a pressure? Was it really all a... Lie?
Her voice cracked at the end as a tear once again fell on the photograph in her hand.
The betrayal felt like a physical weight in her chest, a jagged piece of glass that shifted every time she took a breath.
She had been prepared for Taehyung to be cold, even cruel-but to be partners with Jennie? To sign away her empire to the woman who wanted her erased? That was a level of backstabbing she hadn't been ready for.
Her grief was rapidly being cauterized by a dark, shimmering rage. She wasn't just hurt anymore; she was agonized.
Her mind once again reclaimed the memories of his lies and it once again broke her.
She threw the photo onto the marble floor, the glossy paper sliding toward the shadows.
YN: WHY THE FUCK YOU DID THIS TO ME, TAEHYUNG?! WHY THE HELL YOU MADE ME FEEL THOSE STUPID GODDAMN FEELINGS WHEN EVENTUALLY YOU JUST HAD TO TEAR ME OFF LIKE THIS?!!
Her heels crushed the photographs beneath her foot but in a stark contrast, the tears never stopped coming.
YN: You could have just let me have the hate for you like back in those days! You could have just kept making me feel competitive... Pathetic over to you! WHY?! WHY.. w-why broke me like this?
Her tears fell.
YN: W-why making me bury that hatred, turned into a blooming love and then just... just shattered me?
