Adopted by Ki Hong Lee and Hayoung Choi (COMPLETE)✔✅

Chapter 23

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Ki Hong's Pov~

No frigging way.

"If I'm not wrong, you know my family version of the story," Marcel started, "My wife and I got on an airplane and somehow we just disappeared. That much is true. But, they said we 'died'."

Marcel cackled as if he found his story so funny.

"That's only half true. You see, only my wife died. You might be feeling pity, but trust me, I don't need it. In fact, I was the one that killed her! The airplane was mine, and everyone on it was a part of my, uh, group. They turned off the signal so no one could find us and landed at my private island. My wife thought it was a vacation. But nah, it was simply her death trip. I held a gun to her head and pulled the trigger. Then, some of my men cut her body into peices. I'm pretty sure they fed her to the dogs." Marcel explained. He had a freaking smirk! WHAT THE HECK?!

"Now, you probably have questions. Ask away before I kill you all." He calmly said.

Strangely, no one asked.

I looked to my left and right. Sophia just looks scared. Poor girl probably didn't understand. Hayoung looks scared, as well. Thomas looks like he's ready to kill and Dylan, well he matched Thomas.

The tension in the room was so thick you could cut through it! Or was it 'tension was so thin'? Whatever. You get the idea.

"So, you're Sophia's biological dad?" Dylan blurted out.

"Nope." Marcel replied.

"But in the paper it clearly stated you were the father." I said through clenched teeth.

"Ah. I see. That's another funny story! I am Mike's biological father yes, but not her." Marcel said and pointed at Sophia. He gave her a hard glare.

"D-daddy?" Sophia asked. Both Marcel and I turned to her. The difference was that Marcel had the look of hate and I had the look of concern.

"SHUT UP YOU TWAT! I will never want to be your father. I'm not even your father!" Marcel boomed.

Sophia cried quietly again. Man, I hope Marcel dies!

"But-" Hayoung started but was quickly interrupted by Marcel.

"I know what you're gonna say, woman! Shut up and I'll tell you! You see, Sophia is not mine. Why? Because my stupid slut of a wife had an affair! As bad as I was I didn't go around and f**k every woman I knew. She f**ked someone and got pregnant. She made some tale about how the baby was mine. But see, I'm no idiot. I knew fir a fact we didn't do any sexual activities since Mike was born. And then, I found out that she f**ked someone. So when she was born, I killed my wife. I didn't bring Mike and Sophia along. Mike actually loved Sophia. But, I paid him a monthly bill of $1000 just to beat her up and not to tell anyone. Simple." Marcel explained.

"Anything else? Why my nephew, Thomas. You're quiet."

"You don't deserve to be my uncle! So don't f**king call me nephew, you bloody bastard!" Thomas said coldly.

"Really? Well, the little she-devil doesn't deserve to live. But she's alive, no? But not for long of course." Marcel smirked. "Well it was lovely talking. But I thibk it's time."

Marcel took out his gun and looked at each of us as if choosing his first prey. He walked in front of Thomas and pointed the gun at Thomas' head.

"You first, nephew."