Petals & Poison
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"They said love heals everything... but what if love was the weapon?" Y/N thought she married the man of her dreams. Until the night he dragged her into a nightclub... Threw her at the feet of strangers... And walked away like she never mattered. Broken, betrayed, and sold like she was nothing she thought it was the end of her story. Until a voice whispered from the shadows:
"This is only the beginning." Behind the curtain of lies, a boy from her past returns.
A forgotten name. A childhood shadow.The maid's silent son... And the mastermind of it all. He waited years. And now, he wants her to feel everything his mother felt... Pain. Shame.
Silence. But what happens when revenge meets regret? When hatred begins to ache like love "She forgot him. But he remembered every scream."
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not all love story have a sweet happy ending, some have fire ... They said the world always bent for her. Kim Jisoo. She walked into the ballroom draped in crimson silk, her presence slicing through the chatter like a blade. People didn't just look at her - they surrendered to her aura. Money, power, admiration... she had it all. Yet, as the music swelled and glasses clinked, her eyes locked on something she didn't have. Someone. Across the room, he stood - quiet, composed, untouched by the glitter. Kim Taehyung. He wasn't dazzled by wealth or swayed by beauty. He carried himself with the calm of a man who had seen storms but refused to bow to them. A surgeon, brilliant and steady, he was the kind of man people leaned on... yet he leaned on no one. And beside him, a soft laughter rose. Han Eunji. No diamonds adorned her, no spotlight followed her steps. She was the warmth of sunlight after rain, gentle in ways the world often overlooked. Where Jisoo was fire and Taehyung was stone, Eunji was light - the kind of light that didn't demand attention, yet made everything around it glow. Jisoo's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. That smile carried a promise. Because in that single moment, she decided: If Taehyung was the stone and Eunji was the light... then she would be the storm. And storms don't ask permission to arrive. They destroy. They claim. They change everything.
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