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Chapter 47.| Taehyung |Weeks rolled over from days. Nothing seemed to change. Lia stayed confined to the room, staring blankly out the window most of the day. Physically, she looked better—the swelling on her face had faded, her hair was growing back, and the bruises on her body were less noticeable. But mentally… I knew that could take years.Maybe a lifetime.I sat in my study, watching her through the hidden camera I’d set up. The chip I’d implanted could only track her location, but this camera gave me more insight. I’d spent the last thirty minutes just watching her stare out that window. It was unsettling.A knock on the door snapped me back to reality. I quickly closed the laptop and looked up to see Marco standing in the doorway. His face was tight with frustration.His face was clouded with tension, and I could see something was seriously wrong. Tristan had disappeared since that night, slipping out of reach, and I regretted not dealing with him when I had the chan
Chapter 48."Please, sir," the man begged, his voice grating on my nerves. "Just let me know who did this to my son. They didn’t just kill him—they took away everything. My wife… she’ll never recover. I can’t even bring his body home for her to say goodbye. Please, you accepted my plea once, and I promise you, I’ll give you anything you ask."His sobs were pathetic, his desperation almost laughable. My hands itched to end his whining for good, but I restrained myself. “You can leave now,” I ordered, my voice cold and final. He hesitated, glancing at me as if he wanted to say more. But Alpha, my right hand, stepped forward. “Boss asked you to leave,” Alpha said, voice low and menacing. “So leave, before you join your son in that grave.” The man’s face went pale, and with one last sniffle, he backed out of the room, defeated.When he was gone, I looked at Macro, who gave a small nod. As I’d suspected, it was Tristan who had tried to help Lia escape. The same Tristan who had
Chapter 49.|Lia |I opened my eyes to the now-familiar ceiling, my hand weighed down by yet another IV. I couldn't even remember how many injections they'd given me. Days blurred into each other, all of them spent in this room—just sitting in silence, staring at the walls, feeling the world pass by while I stayed still.It felt as though if I left the room, people would stare at me with their critical eyes; it having been so many days, I assumed everyone in the mansion knew what had happened.A strange fear had settled in, a sense that if I dared to step outside, everyone in the mansion would know. And if they knew, they'd look at me with that quiet pity, or worse, with judgment. I didn’t even know them well, yet the thought of seeing that kind of look in their eyes felt unbearable.I remember the conversation few days back what she told me. I wasn’t sure why it lingered, but it did. It echoed in my head every day, every time I caught my reflection in the window or a mirror.::Flas
50Taehyung was downstairs, fiddling with his iPod and scrolling through his phone, his expression darkening as frustration mounted. He couldn’t seem to find what he was looking for, and his agitation was growing by the second.Suddenly, a loud scream echoed from upstairs, snapping him out of his thoughts. He knew instantly who it was."Damn," he muttered under his breath, dropping the iPod and pocketing his phone. He moved quickly, taking the stairs two at a time until he was standing outside their bedroom, listening to the chaos inside."I told you I don’t want this tasteless, disgusting food!" Lia's voice was shrill with fury. He could hear her berating the maid, who was stammering apologies and sounding nearly as panicked as she must have felt.Taehyung pushed the door open and stepped inside, taking in the mess. The workers were on their hands and knees, cleaning up spilled food that lay scattered across the floor and splattered onto the couch. Plates, utensils, and half-
51Lia took a shaky breath, her voice breaking as her anger spilled over. “Come on, go ahead! Show me your strength. Break my hand. Prove how strong you are against a woman—show me what kind of man that makes you!” She was screaming now, her head throbbing, tears streaming down her cheeks. She could barely stand, her body trembling with emotion and exhaustion.Taehyung stopped in his tracks, her words cutting through him like a blade. He’d been prepared for anger. He wanted to explain, to tell her that he hadn’t been entirely in control, that he’d been drugged, manipulated. But each word stuck in his throat, thick with guilt. The memory of that night haunted him, the pieces he couldn’t take back.He cursed those moment numerous times, he oath to find the person behind this and gave that person worse death.He lifted his hand, reaching toward her, but she stepped back, her face twisted in contempt and pain. Her voice fell to a broken whisper. “What more do you want from me? You
52.| Taehyung |Seated on the hood of the car, I took a long drag from my cigar, blowing smoke into the night air. The smell of saltwater mixed with the sharp, bitter bite of the smoke. The ocean stretched before us, dark and still. The silence of the night was occasionally interrupted by the distant hum of passing cars, but otherwise, it was just us out here—me, Macro, and Alphs. Even with them around, it felt like I was alone.Macro shot me a side glance, his eyebrows furrowed. “This is your twentieth cigar in less than an hour. What’s gotten into you?”I didn’t answer. Instead, I kept my gaze at the shore quietly, ignoring his question. Macro didn’t understand. None of them did.Alphs walked over with a few bottles of whiskey, catching my eye. “Where’s the scotch I asked for?” I muttered, irritation threading my words.“Couldn’t find any. Figured this would do just as well,” he said with a shrug, setting the bottles on the sand. He gave me a small grin, but I wasn’t in t
Chapter 43.|Lia |There was a huge library inside this mansion; I sank into one of the plush armchairs, propped my legs on the table in front of me, and opened the book I'd been wanting to read for ages. Finally, a few moments of peace. I casually munched on chips, savoring the silence as I flipped through the crisp pages, losing myself in the words.But my peace was shattered by a sudden loud bang. The library door flew open, making me jolt upright. I turned, startled, to see Pisckin standing there, eyes wide and breath coming in quick, uneven gasps.She was just a kid, barely fifteen, but she had been shadowing me for days, practically glued to my side like she’d been assigned to watch over me. At first, I found it irritating—having someone track my every move—but eventually, I realized it wasn’t her fault. She was just doing what she’d been told.But this time, Pisckin’s expression was different. There was pure terror in her wide eyes, and her face was pale, cheeks flus
44 . I got up from bed, feeling drained, my body heavy from exhaustion. I opened the door and stepped outside, only to find Pisckin sitting cross-legged on the floor, papers and files scattered around her. She was picking them up, piece by piece, under the dim light of the hallway. “You didn’t sleep?” I asked, my voice hoarse from all the crying. “It’s almost midnight.” She looked up, her young face creased with focus. “The tall man ordered me to move all of his stuff to another room by tonight,” she replied with a sigh, “so here I am, sorting and packing.” “Oh…” I paused, feeling a strange sense of empathy for this girl who had been quietly by my side all along, probably on his orders. “Let me help you,” I offered, bending down to gather some of the loose papers. As I started picking them up, my eyes suddenly caught a flash of something familiar—a large picture on the front of an old newspaper clipping. My heart froze. It was a photo of my father, printed in b
Chapter Fifty Five.It's been weeks since we last talked, he even didn't let me close to him, always ignore me and excused himself being busy.I understood the cause of his actions, and I wished I had a delete button in my head that I could hit to erase all of my prior experiences and replace them with just good or enjoyable ones.I was also trying can't he feel this?If only I lost my memories instead of him, everything would go much more smoothly than it does right now. I sat on my bed and stared at the ceiling as the sun slowly sank and all the brightness with it. Yet another day had passed with no trace of him.The sound of the door creaking open snapped me out of my trance. Taehyung stepped inside, his face shadowed with exhaustion. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and his shoulders sagged under an invisible weight.Without a word, he walked past me, heading straight for the bathroom.“Tae?” I called out softly, unsure if he’d even acknowledge me.He paused, his
Chapter Fifty Four.| Lia |I woke up to an empty bed, the sheets on Taehyung’s side crumpled. I reached out, letting my fingers trace the cold fabric. He had been gone for a while.The sound of the shower running pulled me from my thoughts. A moment later, Taehyung walked out of the bathroom with a towel loosely wrapped around his waist and another in his hand, drying his hair.Our eyes met briefly, but he didn’t say a word. Instead, he moved to the mirror, combed through his damp hair, and then walked to the closet to grab his clothes.“Good morning,” I said hesitantly, my voice soft.He didn’t respond.I watched him silently as he dressed, securing his watch onto his wrist with practiced ease. When he turned to leave the room, I finally found my voice.“Tae?”He paused, his back to me. Slowly, he turned his head, his expression unreadable.“Yes?” His tone was clipped, and I could feel the chill in the room.“I…” The words caught in my throat. I knew he was still upset a
Chapter Fifty Three.A knock at the door startled her, breaking the flood of emotions momentarily. She pressed her palm over her mouth to stifle her sobs, her heart pounding as she heard his voice on the other side."Lia, are you okay?" Taehyung’s tone was gentle, laced with concern.She struggled to steady her breathing, but when she spoke, her voice betrayed her, rough and broken. "I—I’m fine, Taehyung... Just—taking a s-shower."A pause followed, and she could almost feel his hesitation through the door. "Alright," he finally said, his voice softer now. "Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be outside."Sometimes, Lia found herself wondering if it would’ve been easier if Taehyung had never lost his memory—if he had remained the ruthless man he once was. This sweet, caring version of him was unfamiliar, unsettling even.This side of him when he stood there behind of her back, only staring at her, and to her shock she never witnessed lust in those pair of dark eyes, it wa
Chapter Fifty TwoUpdate guys, ENJOY !---------------Author Pov :The night had passed,Lia lay nestled against Taehyung’s chest, her face buried softly into him as if seeking solace. Her arm draped over him, her breathing steady, and her body relaxed in a way that spoke of trust, or perhaps exhaustion.Taehyung turned his head slightly, his gaze resting on her serene face. She looked so peaceful, almost angelic, and he couldn’t help but let a small smile curve his lips. Yet her words from the night before echoed in his mind, "Make it painful, Taehyung. I like pain."His heart twisted as he replayed the moments in his mind. Last night was different—raw, intense, and unplanned. He hadn't meant for things to unfold that way. He didn't have any intention to intercourse with her, it just happened.He sighed softly, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face. Despite the lingering confusion, he felt warmth bloom in his chest. She had kissed him, initiated something that spoke
Chapter Fifty One|Taehyung|.I pushed again my fingers inside her whereas my tongue worked skillfully on her wet core, her toes curled up in pleasure, she try to hold something but there was none as it's getting difficult for her to control her extreme pleasure.As she loudly moaned and arched her back and his tongue hitting her core and exploring them mercilessly as she cum on his mouth, her body gave up under me. A smirk crept on my face, who know we will be ended up like this in some unwanted shady place.I hovered over her, and only to witness tears slid down from the corner of her eyes, as my heart urged to kiss her again, am sure she can taste herself, how salty and tasty she taste. I broke the kiss as I stared at her eyes; it's something in her eyes which I couldn't decipher. I gently lifted her chin, our breaths mingling in the quiet air between us. My heart was pounding as I mustered the courage to say what I had been holding inside for so long."Lia.. I- I love y
Chapter Fifty.Without thinking, I grabbed her wrist and gently but firmly pulled her toward the nearest shelter—the old, abandoned house. She hesitated, her steps reluctant, but I didn’t stop.The wooden door creaked as I pushed it open, I fumbled for my phone, the torchlight cutting through the darkness, and scanned the room until I found the light switch.With a flick, the room illuminated, revealing a dusty yet cozy space. The walls were lined with faded wallpaper, and an old sofa sat in the corner, draped with a tattered blanket. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for the moment. I took a step closer, cautious not to startle her. "May I?" I asked gently, holding up a handkerchief. She didn’t respond, but her eyes flicked toward mine before lowering. Taking it as consent, I moved closer and began drying her hair. My fingers brushed through the soft strands, moving them aside to reveal her neck. My hand grazed her shoulder, and before I could stop myself, I leaned down
Chapter Forty Nine.|Taehyung |The soft evening breeze whispered through the empty venue, ruffling the petals of the roses and flickering the candles I’d painstakingly set up. But now, most of it lay in disarray. The wind had been relentless, scattering petals, overturning chairs, and dimming the glow I’d envisioned. What was meant to be a picture-perfect setting for the woman I loved now resembled a battlefield.I stood there in the middle of the chaos, dressed in a sharp black suit and tie, my shoes polished to perfection. Yet, the sight of my hard work falling apart made me feel anything but confident. The watch on my wrist blinked back at me mockingly. Five hours. I had waited for five hours in this spot.My chest felt heavy, and my throat tightened with the bitter taste of disappointment. Was it too much to hope she’d come? Maybe she had changed her mind. Maybe this night wasn’t what she wanted.I lowered my gaze, stuffing my hands into my pockets to hide their slight t
Chapter Forty Eight .Amanda sighed softly and took the seat opposite her. “When I heard you left that night, I was furious. I thought you were heartless to leave your husband in such a state. What kind of wife does that? But you proved me wrong. You came back for him.”Lia remained motionless, her hands resting limply in her lap. Her silence was almost deafening.Amanda leaned forward, placing her hand over Lia’s and rubbing it gently. “I know things are hard, but we’re all here for you. Taehyung is healing from his injuries, but…” Her voice faltered slightly. “He’s lost his memories. It’s tragic, but at least he’s alive.”At this, Lia quietly pulled her hand out of Amanda’s grasp, turning her face back toward the window. Amanda sighed again, a flicker of sadness crossing her face. “I’ll pray for your happiness, Lia. Both of you deserve it.”As Amanda stood to leave, I quickly ducked behind the doorframe, my heart pounding. Once she passed, I peeked around the corner, watc
Chapter Forty Seven.| Taehyung | “Lia… Lia?” I paced around the room, scanning every corner, but she wasn’t there. I even peeked into the bathroom, only to find it empty. My brows furrowed in frustration.“Where could she be?” I muttered to myself, lowering my head with a pout tugging at my lips.Determined, I left the room and headed downstairs. My gaze swept the area until it landed on a figure in the kitchen. Lia stood there, her back to me, completely engrossed in whatever she was doing.Leaning against the doorframe, I couldn’t help but smile. The soft light from the window caught the gentle curve of her profile, and the air was filled with the aroma of something sweet she was preparing. For a moment, I just watched her, savoring the peacefulness of the scene.Then, a mischievous thought struck me.Tiptoeing silently, I crept closer and suddenly shouted, “Boom!”Her reaction was immediate and dramatic. The spatula she had been holding clattered to the ground as she l