|Inferno|

"Please don't do this. Please, please, please," her agonizing cries just bubbled the shrewd laughter, pricking her sink as the girl lowered to her knees, being the center of attention of a sick game. The room was dull with her brutal pain barbarous voice.

Her fragile body jerked with her pleads, and silent cries, but it was no wail. The innocent eyes shed the stream of pearls, and yet she was the most beautiful goddess that would bring any person on their knees to worship her.

Sia hated it. She despised the glints in her eyes, the saffron glow of her cheeks, the dimples that ruled the universe.

The girl looked at her with teary eyes, disheveled hair, bleeding lips, and a shattered soul. Sia wanted to believe that she looked ugly, that she wasn't worth anything, that she was just a stupid girl who had dreams that she shouldn't. But her blood boiled when her inner shadow mocked her.

Sia raised her hand, and an arduous slap was delivered on her cheek. Leona hissed in pain but dwelled on her knees as another slap landed on her cheek. Her silent sobs intensify as she bowed down. "Help, me. Please, S-Sia. You know the truth."

"You are shameless. So, fucking shameless. I can't believe how you fooled everyone with this ugly face. You deserve this, Leona."

"Ple-please, Sia. Please, help me. I would die," the girl blurted out with heavy sobs, looking at her with again those fucking eyes. The girl was trembling, choking on her own words with wails and pleads. For a minute, Sia's conscience shot up but her craze to overpower the girl in front of her, subdued her guilt.

"Then do me a favor and please die. If you need poison, just say. I have rat poison in my cabinets."

The low whimpers and tears soothe Sia's soul and a satisfied smile graced her lips.

Just how fast the night changed.

Her chill voice, and venomous eyes, hunted Sia. "Sweetheart, it's only fair if I pay you back." The intensity of that voice shook her to the core and a sharp knife was stabbed right in her chest, with a screeching howl.

"No! No! Leave me!" She bolted up straight on the cold hospital beds with boisterous cries and screams. The nurses scramble to help her but the flashes of the past, the heavy guilt following in her veins like poison, swirled in her mind as she continue to scream until Sung-Ho caught her in his arms.

"Shhh, baby. Shhh, I am here. I am here," he whispered, hugging her tight as if she would disappear.

"Su-Sung- Sh-she...she.."

"Out," Sung-Ho sharply ordered the nurses, who wasted not a second and perished in the room.

Sung-Ho trembled in his arms, skin quivering with tremors, and she hugged her husband tighter, in violet need to rewind the time and undo her sins. "She will kill me. She will destroy us, sh-..do something." The cold tears spurt down her pale cheeks. Just the thought of her churned her inside and fearful knots twisted her mind.

"She won't. She isn't here. She is nothing, Sia. She won't do anything," he assured her, but it was more likely he was assuring herself.

Sia pushed him away with a maniac howl. "No! She is here. Right here, Sung-Ho."

Sung-Ho cupped her pale face in his hands and gently brushed away the freezing tears. His heart cracked as she trembled uncontrollably in his hold. "Shhhh...baby. Just calm down."

"We did wrong." She whispered with a choked cry, "We did her really wrong, Sung-Ho. We shouldn't have....we shouldn't have."

The coupled stayed in each other's embrace for a while, burning the hellfire known as Leona.

After tugging his wife to sleep, Sung-Ho sat on the divan in the corner of the VIP room. His foot restlessly tapped on the gloomy tiles of the hospital as his eyes darted on Sia's sleeping frame then back at the dead night. His heart was thudding against his ribcage and his jet hair tumbled messily over his forehead as he drove his filthy fingers through them.

His fingers were almost shaking when he held the phone over his ear. "What the fuck is wrong with you. Hyun, do something. My wife is traumatized and laying on a dirty hospital bed, my father's company faced the loss of millions. I-'

A low amused whistle drummed on Sung-Ho's ear. "Cool down. Since when you were a little mouse. You became such a coward after your marriage."

Sung-Ho skyrocketed to his feet, slamming his hands on the glass of the massive window quickly glanced back to make sure Sia's still sleeping. Closing his furious eyes, he let out an unsteady breath.

"I would like to see if this attitude stays when she strikes after you."

Hyun laughed in travesty as if it was the funniest joke in the world. His deep, crusty voice boomed, "My kitten would never look in my eyes, Hyun. No matter how many years fly by, it won't change the fact that I know every inch of Leona, like no one else. She's still that naive girl, who wouldn't dare to move against my command."

"I didn't call to know your sickening history with her. I am staying back because you said so or else.." Sung-Ho clenched his jaw in resentment. "I would have killed her the minute she grew balls to mess us."

"Stay back. She's my piece of meat, Sung-Ho. Let her revel in her little victories. The real game will begin when she comes at me," Damian let out a sadistic chuckle. "She must be looking hotter, hope your wife can control her burning rage cause she would die and be reborn and still not compete Leona."

"Fuck you, bastard!" Sung-Ho barked on his phone and the cries of his wife rushed back.

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The blank canvas glared at Leona with utter fury as if it was saying, "Bitch, paint me, don't stare at me with your psychopathic gaze."

Leona puff out the thick clouds of grey smoke, bringing her knees closer to her chest as she proceeded to stare at the virginal sheet, gloriously laying on the floor. The blubbery bucket of black paint was settled near her feet, but her mind couldn't lust after it.

"Come on, feel something, Ebony." She closed her eyes, trying to visualize her innermost desire to pour it on the canvas.

Luscious pale pinks lips, satiny touch his fingers dancing on her skin as if he owned her, the petrichor scent alluring her to bury her face in the crook of his neck, that tantalizing smirks with a philandering wink, his perverted misty gaze lingering on her, the vein-

"Thinking about me?"

Leona jerked up, choking on her smoke and vigorously coughing as the male himself walk into her office, adding his eyes to her. She coated her mouth with her hand, and eventually, the coughing curtailed.

"Didn't your mother teach you know how to knock?" she asked with a scowl, looking up at him only to realize it was a mistake.

He looked ravishing with the crisp white shirt clinging to his godly body, salaciously sticking on his abs, revealing those muscles, losing the black-tie hanging around his neck, and the shirt sleeves were pushed up over his elbows to manifest the veins in his hands.

As if he had decided to make her breathless and popped the fourth button open, while perching on the loveseat, staring right at her.

"My mother taught me a lot of things, the foremost was to never suck in that shit," his dark silk chocolate voice strangely didn't irritate her.

Leona let out an unbelievable sigh, trashing the ash of the cigarette in the stannic tray. "What do you want?"

His hair was pushed over his forehead, and a single golden lock kissed his defined eyebrow. Jimin flashed an amorous smirk.

"I want to throw you on my bed, grab your juicy thighs, spread them open, and ravish you all night till those pretty legs on yours forget walking."

Her insides clenched in an unwanted feeling as the hidden desires begged for release. His philandering words always arise the heat in the pit of her stomach and ache in the lower region.

Maintaining the glacier flicker in her eyes, she said, " Since you want to speak trash and impossible~ I want to set your company on fire, glue your lips straight, stab your eyeballs and toss you out of the window."

A warm chuckle pierced through her heart as he spread his legs apart and waved his fingers, keeping his elbows on his knees.

"You always talk about destroying me in some way or other. Why so bitter, baby?"

Leona's eyebrows furrowed as she eyed him, still sitting on the floor. Their last conversation was three days ago and she pretty much told him that she's a psychopath who is going to hurt a lot of people, one already was burning in her rage.

That day he drove her straight home without uttering a single phrase and the next day, he was in San Francisco for the shoot. And now he was back at his Casanova personality like he didn't hear her words that day.

"If this is another of your sick trick to make me speak, then forget it, Jimin. I am not playing these games with you," she deadpanned, looking into his eyes.

"You know," he spoke, standing up and walking up to her. Her heart thumped like a wild beast, as the man settled on the floor beside her, trapping her in the storm of his eyes.

"You might be a bitch, but I won't believe that you have something to do with that damn accident. You don't, right?"

Oh, boy! How wrong he is!

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