BAD DECISIONS

BAD DECISIONS

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"I can't help it- the dude literally confessed to having feelings for you." I let out as Kazuha turns on her heels to face me fully. Reaching out, she presses her hands against the surface of my black velvet dress- straightening the material out before she speaks "Heeseung is nothing more than a friend to me. He knows that and you know that." Trapping my bottom lip between my teeth, I nod at her words. "Tonight is going to go well, I promise."
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「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Hana, a doctor who saves lives, is forced into the arms of Heeseung, a merciless mafia hitman who takes them. When their worlds collide, blood and fate intertwine. Yet fate is cruel, and now she stands in front of him-a beauty in the hands of a beast, a healer trapped with a killer. 」 ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ "Do you want to live?" His voice was almost a whisper now, dangerous, loaded with the weight of the question. Hana's throat felt tight, every word a struggle to force out. "I... I do..." she breathed, the words barely escaping her lips. The cold metal against her skin was the only thing she could focus on, and it was the only thing that was keeping her from losing herself completely. But she didn't give in. Not yet. Heeseung didn't move for a long time, his eyes never leaving her face. He didn't lower the gun, but his hand didn't shake, his resolve unwavering. "If you want to live," he murmured, his voice low and almost distant, "then you'll have to prove it to me, doctor." Her pulse raced, but she nodded, her gaze steady. "I'll do whatever it takes." Then, without warning, he moved toward her. His voice, low and velvety, broke the silence, his words cutting through the tension like a blade. "Then marry me."

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