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...||...||....Taehyung Pov :I blew the smoke out, my eyes fell on the view before my eyes, I was at the 162th floor, from where I can see the entire city, I again sucked hard and blowing the smoke out."Taehyung?" a raucous voice came from the behind breaking my chain of thought for whatever trance I was in until now. I turned around and stared at the man, Macro.Macro knew he was angry, hella angry for last night when he drugged him without his knowledge, his carnivorous eyes didn't left his one, as took a deep breath before explaining to him, "I know You are angry for the last night, but you also know it was important......"I didn't answer at his word nor did I asked any explanation, I settled himself comfortably on a swing chair and started swinging back and forth, when he didn't get any response from my side, he decided to speak farther, " last night I have called Dr. Murphy to check you up once and he came......"My jaw clenched hearing him all nonsense, as I roared,
New update enjoy, Don't forget to votes and comments. And do follow my account. ...||...||... A/n pOv :Standing near the window she stared at outside, food was kept on table, untouched, she didn't have appetite. Her eyes welled up with a fresh tear of rejection, she felt so dumb.The door then opened wide, allowing Taehyung to enter, Even though she could see his reflection on the mirror still she didn't turn behind, her arms folded near her chest, her brown hair blew with the cold wind.She can hear his footsteps until it went stopped and it halted precisely behind her, she can fell his body heat radiating over her, her heart beat started to fast, 'again this stupid heart why don't you stop beating for a second.'- her mind screamed at her.She was angry, embarrassed with herself more than him, then she heard him to take her name, "Lia?"The voice was so gentle, so pure it filled her heart, it seemed like she can hear all day long his voice, it had own its charisma, its ow
Enjoy the journey*********************|Taehyung |.Door thumping loudly, still no one opened the door from the inside. A young child, perhaps 9 or 10, was shivering as his small hand continued to knock on doors obnoxiously. His soft hand had already begun to hurt, but he continued. He was crying with his heart out, he again screamed, "Momaa....Please open the door...Mamma please..." his throat was now aching since he was doing it for the past 1 or 2 hours. He again looked behind, crying for help. Little Tae ran outside calling someone to help him to open the room of the door, but no one helping him, no one came forward to help him with anything. Tae begged to those men who were standing outside of the house, people started to whisper mean thing about his mother, some showed little bit sympathy, and some were looking at him with disgusted face. Tae ran towards a man and clutched his feet, "Please uncle, and please help me to open the door. Please my mom inside, she was not opening
New Update guys, Enjoy And Please do comments and share your precious gems. ........................................ Lia Pov :I roamed my eyes all around the mansion once again, it had been so many days I had been forced to live in this mansion, and somehow I was getting used to it, no longer found it bothersome.Those maid who work for him were too loyal to be told, I have asked them, tried to talk to them, to get attach with them but to my luck they didn't even look straight at me, but there was a maid in her mid fifteen named Delilah, who seemed to little bit clumsy, immature, I can use her to get any kind of information related to this mansion or about him or about any secret door.I hadn't seen Taehyung since the last night, when he left me in the middle of night, and I thanked you, if he didn't I wouldn't sleep last night. I can say this drama was really tiring, bone breaking.I kept thinking what to do without making any physical contact to get out of this shitty ass big
.."Where are you ?" his voice was cold, it was bringing shiver down of my spine, my voice died down, I looked at him like a pussy cat who caught red handed while drinking milk of its owner, Mustering all my courage I spoke, "Your home...." he narrowed his eyes, didn't like an ouch of my answer.I scolded myself for being this idiot, so I corrected myself, "I mean, roaming around the mansion, since I got board.""Hmm, if you are bored then you can tell me, I will accompany you..." She was startled when his voice softened and he relaxed his guard. "What just happened?" she wondered in her head. A moment earlier, she had thought he was going to devour her alive. Now, he seemed to be so at ease with her and with us that she was having trouble figuring him out."Did you take your medicine?"- I asked; try to change the topic, to less awkward the atmosphere, as he smiled, shook his head, impressed by my sudden care of him, I immediately went to the drawer, taking out the bottle of medicine
Enjoy the new journey --||..||.. .A/n Pov :Taehyung's eyes twisted when the sunlight falls on his face, his hair was on his face making him groan in annoyance, as he shifted to other side to get some comfort, he tried to open his eyes because of the striking sunlight he again close them, blink several to adjust his eyesight and greeted by severe headache, he got up from his lying position and sat on bed, then door opened, Lia entered inside with a coffee mug in her hand, she placed it beside him, "Drink this, it will help you with your hangover..." She asked.He asked cocking his eyebrows, "I don't need them, I have high tolerance when it comes to alcohol.." – He spoke haughtily, as if his ability to consume alcohol had hit him a jackpot. She sighed, didn't wanted to argue him more, after his last night confession Lia didn't wanted to talk to him, even look at him but it seemed like he didn't even give a damn, he was too caught up in himself.She turned his heel around, to
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
Chapter 46.My stomach dropped as I stumbled back, clutching the wall for support. A bitter laugh escaped my lips, one I barely recognized as my own. “So… you killed Taehyung’s father. That’s why he took me. That’s why he… did what he did.”My father’s face contorted in anguish as he reached for me, but I stepped away. “No! You don’t deserve this. None of this is your fault,” he said, desperation edging his voice.“But it is, isn’t it?” My words came out choked, thick with anger and grief. “I deserved every bit of pain I endured because of you. I was taken, I was hurt—all because of something you did.”“No, please,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “Don’t say that, my dear. You don’t deserve any of this. If anyone should be punished, it’s me.”I felt a surge of frustration boil up, years of trusting him crashing down in a single instant. I shook my head, tears streaming down my face, unable to look him in the eye. “For the first time in my life, I don’t know who you are.”Eve
Chapter 45 .“I wish that were true,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. His jaw clenched, and he released me with a rough jerk that sent me stumbling backward, collapsing to the floor. I watched him run a hand through his hair, struggling to contain his own anger.Turning his back on me, he muttered something I couldn’t fully believe. “He was drugged that night—by our enemies. If he’d been in his right mind, he’d have never done that to you.”I could only stare up at him, my mind a swirl of disbelief and confusion. Could this even be possible? As he turned around again, his gaze fell on the scattered papers, the photos, the secrets of his past that now lay at my feet. Finally, he looked directly at me, his eyes holding a dark truth."Your father," he began slowly, almost spitting the words, “is the reason Taehyung took you in the first place. That ‘humble,’ ‘honest’ man you call Dad? He ruined Taehyung’s life and his family. That’s why you’re here—to pay for your father’s
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 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
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
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