‧₊˚✧LISA✧˚₊‧

The next day, I found myself lost in my thoughts while sorting through files in my cabin. Taehyung, sir—he was constantly on my mind.

I needed to maintain control. He was undeniably handsome and incredibly wealthy, but also complex and unpredictable.

That's not the thing I want; he is honest and hard-working, and he is something I can't resist.

The setting sun cast a warm, golden hue over the buildings, creating a stark contrast to the turmoil within my mind.

I had been warned not to think about this—warned that plain thinking at all was unacceptable.

Yet, here I was, caught in a whirlwind of thoughts that ranged from the hilarious to the horrifying to the dangerously insightful.

My words echoed in my head, a constant reminder of the boundaries I was supposed to respect. "Lisa, you must never dwell on these things. It's for your good."

But how could I not? How could I ignore the chaos that seemed to thrive in the shadows of my mind?

I thought about my boyfriend's stepfather. There was something about him that unsettled me.

He had a way of looking at me, a piercing gaze that seemed to strip away my defenses and leave me exposed.

It was both thrilling and terrifying. I could still feel the weight of his stare from our last encounter—a mixture of amusement and something darker, something I couldn't quite place.

"Stop it, Lisa," I whispered to myself, trying to shake off the thoughts. But they clung to me like a second skin.

Then there were the moments that bordered on horrifying. The way he would touch my arm was just a little too long, a little too familiar.

The way his eyes would linger on me was filled with an intensity that made my heart race for all the wrong reasons.

And amidst all of this, there were those dangerously insightful thoughts. The realization that perhaps I wasn't entirely repulsed by his attention.

Maybe, just maybe, there was a part of me that found it intoxicating. It was a thought that I couldn't bear to entertain, a truth I wasn't ready to confront.

I clenched my fists, trying to force the thoughts away. But they kept coming, relentless and unyielding. I was trapped in this mental maze, and there seemed to be no way out.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I had to find a way to deal with this—to silence the thoughts that threatened to consume me.

But how? How could I navigate this labyrinth of emotions and emerge unscathed?

The answer eluded me, and I was a prisoner of my mind, staring out at a world that seemed to hold all the answers if only I could reach out and grasp them.

Suddenly, my cell phone rang, and I saw it was Mona calling. Answering the call, I heard her voice on the other end. "Hey, Lisa, how are you?" She greeted me warmly.

"I'm doing well, Mona. How about you?" I responded, matching her friendly tone.

She chuckled softly before teasing, "I'm doing fine. I was starting to think you forgot about me, friend. Where have you been hiding lately?"

Closing my eyes briefly, I struggled to push aside thoughts of Taehyung. "I've been caught up with work; you know how it is. It's been hectic," I replied, offering a vague excuse.

In truth, my mind was a tumultuous mess, consumed by confusion and conflicting emotions. I couldn't shake the turmoil that plagued me, leaving me feeling unsettled and unsure of myself.

Mona's voice carried a hint of longing as she expressed, "I miss you, Lisa. Let's have a night stay over at my place, please. How about Saturday night, and then you can go home? Please don't say no."

I sighed, feeling torn. "You know, Mona, my mom won't allow me," I reminded her, my tone heavy with resignation.

But Mona persisted; her plea was heartfelt. "Please, Lisa, do it for me. Come on," she urged.

Feeling the weight of my inner turmoil, I relented, recognizing the need for a distraction from the forbidden allure of Taehyung Sir, someone whom I should respect.

"Alright," I acquiesced with a sigh. "For you, I'll come."

After ending the call with Mona, I found myself sinking deeper into a state of exhaustion and despair. The weight of my emotions felt unbearable, and I desperately needed a distraction from the overwhelming thoughts of Taehyung.

Knowing he was currently in a meeting with foreign associates, I seized the opportunity to excuse myself, unwilling to risk being near him and succumbing to the turmoil within me.

His presence alone was enough to unsettle me—his intoxicating scent, his commanding voice, the magnetic allure of his eyes, and his undeniable handsomeness.

Every encounter with him left me feeling restless and consumed by desire. I needed to distance myself before I lost control completely before I allowed myself to be ensnared further in the forbidden allure of Taehyung.

Feeling the lingering effects of my desire for him, a man senior to me in both age and relationship, I reached for my cellphone and opened an e-book novel titled "Forbidden Lust."

Immersing myself in its pages, I delved into the narrative, resonating with the portrayal of the same desires that had consumed me.

However, as I continued reading, I stumbled upon a scene that I couldn't handle—a smutty passage where the girl was tied to the bed and an older man was pleasuring her. She was enjoying it; it was something so new to me.

Feeling a surge of arousal overwhelm me, my mind raced with images of Taehyung, his commanding presence and alluring gaze igniting a passionate heat within me.

It was a sensation I had never experienced before, leaving me breathless and flushed with desire.

Quickly realizing the dangerous path my thoughts were leading me down, I abruptly halted my reading and set my cell phone aside on the table.

The intensity of my feelings for Taehyung had reached a level I had never imagined, leaving me both exhilarated and terrified by the depths of my desire.

As I watched Taehyung enter his office, my heart raced with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. His presence alone ignited a fiery heat within me, rendering me momentarily dazed.

When his gaze met mine, I felt a surge of adrenaline course through my veins. I hope he is not real, because he is dangerous for me.

As he approached my cabin, located adjacent to his, I stood up, feeling the intensity of his stare magnifying the heat within me.

I despised the way he casually referred to me as a "doll," a term that only fueled my inner turmoil.

I hate when he calls me a doll because his words make me crazy, and I want to hear it more from his mouth.

I struggled to maintain my composure, unsure of what I was even doing.

"Doll, could you pass me the project file?" His voice pierced through my haze of desire, momentarily jolting me back to reality.

"Lisa, are you listening?" He repeated it, his tone tinged with a hint of concern.

Startled, I snapped back to attention, hastily responding, "Yes, sir. Is there something you need?" My attempt to conceal my inner turmoil was futile; my voice betrayed a hint of nervousness.

He looked at me with a hint of concern in his eyes as he asked again, "The project file?" I nodded in response and handed him the file, my hands trembling slightly.

As he took the file from me, he moved closer, his gaze penetrating. "are you okay, doll? You seem distracted. If something's bothering you, feel free to share. I'm here if you're comfortable," he offered, his voice gentle and reassuring.

I wished I could confide in him to unburden myself of the weight of my emotions. But I remained silent, unable to voice the turmoil that consumed me.

The realization that I was falling for him, despite being with Mingyu, filled me with a sense of self-loathing.

"I'm fine, sir," I insisted, but before I could protest further, he gently cupped my face in his hands. His touch sent a wave of conflicting emotions coursing through me—love and desire warring with loyalty and guilt.

I had to remind myself that I belonged to Mingyu, and that was the end of it. I couldn't betray him, no matter how tempting the allure of Taehyung was.

Concern laced his voice as he studied my face intently. "But your eyes tell a different story, Lisa. Don't lie to me. I can see through your facade," he urged, his words piercing through my defenses.

Unable to withstand his penetrating gaze any longer, I relented, admitting, "Sir, I don't know. I haven't been sleeping well lately. I feel like I need a break."

The weight of my confession hung heavy in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the turmoil that consumed me.

He nodded understandingly, gesturing for me to sit on the couch beside him. As we settled in, he spoke with a comforting tone: "Lisa, if you have any problems, whether they're work-related or personal, please don't hesitate to share them with me. Forget about me being your boss for now. Just think of me as a friend, someone you can confide in."

I wrestled with conflicting emotions, torn between the desire to confide in him and the fear of crossing professional boundaries.

If I allowed myself to see him as anything other than my boss, I might end up making a mistake that I couldn't take back.

"Sir, I appreciate your offer," I replied hesitantly, "but I'm not comfortable discussing it right now."

Despite his kindness, I couldn't bring myself to fully open up to him; the weight of my emotions was still too heavy to bear.

He nodded in understanding, his expression filled with genuine concern. "Relax, and tell me whenever you're ready, baby doll," he reassured me, his words offering a sense of comfort.

I nodded gratefully, murmuring a quiet "Thank you." His kindness was a welcome reprieve, and I felt a weight lift off my shoulders knowing that he was there to support me.

"If you feel up to it, you can take the rest of the day off. Your well-being is important, and if there are any issues concerning Mingyu or anything else, rest assured that I'll address them soon," he offered, his tone reassuring.

"I understand, sir. I trust you, and I appreciate your understanding," I replied, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over me. With his assurance, I felt a glimmer of hope that things would soon improve.

He uttered softly, his words laden with an unspoken offer:: "Well, if you want, I'll take you back home." I fibbed, forcing a smile. "No, sir, I'll go with the driver, uncle, no worries."

His nod was understanding, his tone gentle. "Sure, and make sure to take a rest, a rest, okay?" I nodded in return, my heart pounding in my chest as I rose from my seat.

Grasping my cell phone and purse, I bowed respectfully to him, my facade of composure barely concealing the turmoil within.

As I hurriedly exited, I couldn't bear the thought of turning back. He was a danger I dared not indulge in. Despite his kindness and the allure of his demeanor, I couldn't risk falling for him.

His presence ignited a passion within me that surpassed anything I had ever felt, even with Mingyu, my boyfriend.

It was a forbidden temptation, one that threatened to shatter the carefully constructed walls around my heart.

The mere thought of succumbing to the desire for love with Sir Taehyung sent a shiver down my spine, challenging the very essence of my resolve.

Upon stepping out of the confines of my workplace, I spotted Wonsik, Uncle Sir Taehyung's driver approaching.

He greeted me with a respectful nod, his voice carrying a sense of duty:: "Ms.Ms., the car is ready." Pausing for a moment, I met his gaze and replied firmly, "Uncle, you can go. I'm heading to a friend's house, and I can manage on my own."

Concern etched across his features, he hesitated before expressing his apprehension:: "But dear, Sir Taehyung wouldn't approve of me leaving you like this."

Meeting his gaze with determination, I implored, "Please, it's a personal emergency. I can't go with you. I'll explain the situation to Sir Taehyung myself."

Though reluctant, Wonsik, Uncle, eventually relented, understanding the urgency of my plea as he nodded reluctantly before turning to depart.

With a mixture of relief and apprehension, I braced myself for the impending confrontation with Sir Taehyung, knowing full well the gravity of my decision to defy his wishes.

I made my way to the company garden, the familiar surroundings providing a sense of solace amidst the turmoil within.

Settling onto a chair, I retrieved my cell phone and dialed Mingyu's number. It had been a week since we last spoke, a silence that weighed heavily on my heart.

As he finally answered, his words cut through the line with a hint of reproach:: "So now you remember to call me Lisa? It's been days. I thought you forgot about me."

My heart sank at his tone, guilt washing over me as I struggled to find the right words. "I'm sorry, Mingyu. Can we please meet? I need to see you. I miss you," I pleaded, fighting to hold back the tears that threatened to betray my inner turmoil.

During confusion and longing, reaching out to Mingyu felt like the only anchor in a sea of uncertainty.

Mingyu's voice softened with concern. "Hey, what happened? Wait, I'll come to pick you up, Lisa. Where are you?"

Grateful for his immediate response, I quickly informed him, "At KTH, come." His agreement brought a sense of relief as I ended the call, knowing that soon I would find solace in his comforting presence.

Yearning for reassurance that I remained faithful to Mingyu, I anxiously awaited his arrival outside the garden.

As his car pulled into view, relief flooded over me, and I hurried to meet him. Mingyu greeted me with a concerned expression, his eyes searching mine as he asked, "Hey, what happened? Why are you sad, Lisa?" Meeting his gaze, I felt the weight of my emotions pressing down on me.

"Please, take me away from here," I implored, my voice trembling with emotion. "I just want to spend time with you, Mingyu. I'm sorry for not talking to you all week."

His gentle touch as he wiped away my tears was meant to comfort me, yet in that moment, I felt a surge of resistance, as if I were being pushed beyond my limits.

Despite my longing for his presence, the unease gnawed at my heart, leaving me conflicted and unsure.

Mingyu nodded in understanding, his eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and affection as he asked, "Where do you want to go, Lisa?"

Meeting his gaze with determination, I replied, "Somewhere, where it's just us. Perhaps a park. I need to spend time with you."

His agreement brought a sense of relief, and soon we were on our way to a nearby park. As we arrived and Mingyu parked the car, a sense of tranquility washed over me.

Stepping out of the car together, Mingyu ensured it was securely locked.

Mingyu's comforting touch intertwined with mine as we strolled through the park, seeking solace in each other's company.

Finding a quiet spot to sit, he gazed at me with concern etched in his features, prompting me to share the burdens weighing on my heart.

"I was missing you," I admitted softly, my voice laden with the weight of unspoken emotions. Mingyu's understanding nod conveyed his own longing; his words were a balm to my troubled soul.

"I miss you too, Lisa. How's your work going?" He inquired, attempting to steer the conversation toward lighter topics.

With a nod, I responded mechanically, "It's good," yet my mind wandered, ensnared in the forbidden allure of Sir Taehyung.

Despite the warmth of Mingyu's presence, the memory of Sir Taehyung lingered, a tantalizing temptation that threatened to consume me whole.

As time slipped away, Mingyu attempted to engage me in conversation, his usual playful demeanor in stark contrast to the heaviness weighing on my heart.

Despite his efforts, my responses were distant, my mind consumed by thoughts of the man I desperately wanted to forget.

Unaware of my inner turmoil, Mingyu's considerate nature shone through as he surprised us with a snack to share.

Though his gesture was thoughtful, I found it difficult to fully engage, my thoughts drifting back to Sir Taehyung and the forbidden allure he represented.

As our time together drew to a close, we made our way back to the car in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.

Mingyu drove me home, his presence offering a sense of comfort amidst the chaos of my conflicted emotions.

As we came to a stop, I made a move to step out of the car, but Mingyu's hand clasped mine, halting my exit. Concern etched into his features, he spoke softly, "Lisa, today you seem so low, and you barely talk. What happened?"

Meeting his gaze, I forced a smile, the weight of my emotions threatening to spill over. "Nothing; I'm just tired," I murmured, hoping to deflect his probing inquiries.

His grip tightened slightly as he held my hand, and his voice filled with sincerity as he declared, "I love you." My response was a mere nod, a hollow echo of his sentiment.

Uncertainty gnawed at me as I questioned the depth of my own feelings.

Suddenly, Mingyu leaned in to kiss me, his actions igniting a surge of anger and resentment within me. With a sharp intake of breath, I pushed him away, the sting of betrayal fueling my reaction.

Tears welled in my eyes as I slapped him, the words tumbling from my lips with a mix of anguish and frustration: "I told you, no before marriage, Mingyu! What is this?"

The boundaries I had set were clear, and his disregard for them left me feeling violated and betrayed.

Mingyu's voice rose with indignation, his words laced with hurt and frustration: "How dare you, Lisa? Did you slap me? What is this? We kissed, and now you act like it never happened? I respected your feelings; I didn't push you, but you won't even let me kiss you."

In his frustration, he tried to draw me closer, his lips meeting my cheek in a desperate attempt to bridge the distance between us.

Tears streamed down my face as I recoiled, pushing him away with trembling hands. "Mingyu, stay within your limits," I pleaded, my voice choked with emotion. "I told you, and you hurt me."

Mingyu's expression shifted from anger to wounded disbelief, his voice cracking as he spoke, "Am I hurting you, or are you hurting me, Lisa? I think you're not in love with me. You're not even interested in me."

His words pierced through me, leaving me torn between guilt and the realization that perhaps he was right.

The distance between us seemed insurmountable, a painful reminder of the rift that had formed between our hearts.

As I stepped out of the car, Mingyu followed suit, our eyes locking in a tense confrontation.

His voice carried a mixture of accusation and disappointment as he spoke. "I left the most amazing girl Mira for you because I believed you were kind and good, Lisa. But what is this? You've crossed a line. You won't even allow me to kiss you. You're so ungrateful, Lisa. That I choose you over her."

His words cut deep, a painful reminder of the sacrifices he had made for our relationship. Guilt washed over me, mingling with the confusion and turmoil swirling within.

Mingyu's accusation struck a chord, forcing me to confront the reality of my actions and the toll they had taken on our bond.

The air crackled with tension as Mingyu's words hung between us, casting a shadow over the once-intimate connection we shared.

My heart pounded with guilt and frustration, grappling with the weight of his accusations.

"I'm sorry, Mingyu," I whispered, the words barely audible above the roar of my conflicting emotions. But his anger simmered, fueled by a sense of betrayal and hurt.

"Sorry isn't enough, Lisa," he spat, his tone laced with bitterness. "I can't do this anymore. You've pushed me too far."

With a final glare, Mingyu turned on his heel, his footsteps echoing in the silence as he stormed away, leaving me standing alone in the wake of our shattered relationship.

Tears welled in my eyes as I watched him disappear into the distance, knowing that the rift between us may be irreparable.

The weight of my actions bore down on me, leaving me feeling hollow and alone in the aftermath of our heated exchange.

With a heavy heart, I wiped away my tears, determined to keep the turmoil of my failed relationship hidden from my parents.

Unlocking the door to our home, I was greeted by my mother emerging from her room. Putting on a facade of composure, I greeted her, "I'm back, Mom."

Her keen eyes detected the strain in my voice, and concern furrowed her brow as she observed me. "What happened, dear? You don't look fine," she remarked, her maternal instinct sensing my distress.

I nodded, forcing a smile as I replied, "Mom, I just need some rest. Also, I wanted to let you know that Mona invited me to stay overnight at her house on Saturday. Can I go, please? Please allow me."

I pleaded, hoping to distract myself from the turmoil of my personal life with the prospect of a brief escape.

My mother's comforting gesture brought a sense of solace amidst the storm raging within me. She nodded understandingly, stepping closer to plant a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Yes, you can go," she reassured me, her words carrying the weight of her unconditional love and trust. "I can see how tired you are. Mona is a good girl, and amidst your busy schedule, you deserve some relaxation."

Her words washed over me, offering a brief respite from the turmoil of my emotions.

With a grateful nod, I retreated to my room, seeking refuge from the chaos of the outside world.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, tears streamed down my cheeks unchecked, the weight of my emotions threatening to crush me.

Feeling utterly drained, I lay back on the bed, surrendering to the exhaustion that enveloped me, longing for a reprieve from the relentless onslaught of pain and uncertainty.

‧₊˚✧TAEHYUNG✧˚₊‧

As evening descended, I was back at the mansion, craving my customary black tea. As I strolled from my study room to the kitchen, thoughts of Lisa's exquisite tea-making skills filled my mind.

How I longed for her to be here, serving me tea and perhaps serving me on my bed. I chuckled nervously at the wickedness of my thoughts.

As I made my way downstairs, I noticed my stepson Mingyu approaching with an air of fury, his words laced with venom as he cursed Lisa.

"What the hell does Lisa think of herself?" he seethed. His outburst halted my steps, diverting my attention from my tea preparations to Mingyu's obvious agitation.

As soon as he got a call, he picked it up and walked towards the side of the hall.

I followed him slowly, overhearing his conversation. "I can't meet you today; I am busy, Manara," he said into the phone before ending the call.

"Now this bitch," he muttered under his breath, his anger palpable. "First, Lisa, I don't know why I even spared her. I would have shown her what I could do with her."

Confusion swirled within me as I tried to piece together the puzzle of Manara and Lisa. Despite my confusion, a sudden possessiveness surged through me at the mention of Lisa.

I watched him walk away, torn between following him and confronting him about his words.

"What happened, Mingyu? Come here," I intervened, concern etched on my face. Mingyu glanced at me before reluctantly complying, his expression tight with unresolved emotions.

"Nothing; I'm fine, Dad," he muttered, but I could see the turmoil simmering beneath the surface.

"Hey, I know something is bothering you. Tell me," I urged gently, trying to reassure him. Mingyu hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up, his voice tinged with frustration. "Not here. Can we talk somewhere alone?"

I nodded understandingly and led him to my study room, ensuring privacy by locking the door behind us. We settled onto the couch, and the tension in the air was palpable.

As I inquired, "What happened, Mingyu? Tell me, did something happen between you and Lisa?" A pang of jealousy flickered within me, despite my efforts to suppress it.

Mingyu met my gaze, his own troubled and conflicted. "I don't know how to tell you, Dad," he confessed, his words heavy with uncertainty.

"Mingyu, you need to tell me. I want to help you and Lisa stand against your mother, who doesn't approve of her," I urged, emphasizing the importance of transparency between us.

He sighed, his eyes never leaving mine as he continued, "Today, she called me to meet her." My jaw clenched in frustration as I connected the dots.

So that's why she left the office earlier. "Baby doll, you need punishment now," I thought bitterly, feeling a surge of possessiveness and anger.

She lied to me to meet this jerk. Oh, Lisa, you have gone far, and I am done being so good to you. I am afraid to show you my dark side, doll.

As Mingyu continued recounting the details of their argument and how Lisa had refused his advances, I listened intently, a sense of satisfaction washing over me.

Internally, I chuckled, realizing that my plan to exert control over Lisa was indeed working.

"So, that's why she's not allowing Mingyu to touch her," I mused silently, feeling a surge of triumph mixed with a hint of vindictiveness.

It seemed my efforts to manipulate the situation were yielding the desired results, as Lisa's resistance to Mingyu's affectionate gestures played directly into my hands.

With a calculating gaze, I addressed Mingyu, tapping into my knowledge of his playboy tendencies. "Listen, Mingyu, don't let her words get to you," I began, my tone smooth and persuasive.

"Women can be emotional creatures, and as a man, it's important to maintain control over your anger. Remember, you're not married to Lisa. You should still enjoy yourself," I continued, subtly encouraging him to prioritize his desires and needs.

As per my plan, everything is in line. There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.

"I understand you're angry with her, but perhaps she's going through some personal issues or experiencing mood swings," I added, implying that Lisa's behavior was simply a temporary inconvenience that could be easily overlooked.

My words were carefully crafted to manipulate Mingyu into dismissing any doubts or concerns he might have had about Lisa's actions, ensuring that my plan to maintain control over their relationship would proceed smoothly.

Mingyu's words revealed his frustration and confusion as he confessed, "I've tried to change myself for her, but she still resists me. I don't know why I even love her. She's too old-fashioned; I don't know what she thinks for herself, as she was not even on my level, but I chose her despite our status difference and fighting with Mom, and even though you get involved in this all because of me, I feel I am the fool to choose her."

Internally, I couldn't help but smirk at Mingyu's disparaging remarks about Lisa. His bitterness only fueled my satisfaction, confirming that my manipulation was indeed taking root.

With each word he spoke, I felt more confident in my ability to shape their relationship according to my desires.

As Mingyu's grievances against Lisa unfolded, a devious plan began to form in my mind. If he truly believed himself deserving of her, he wouldn't dare overstep his boundaries or disrespect her.

"Poor doll doesn't deserve either me or Mingyu," I thought with a smug sense of superiority, "but she's for me to enjoy."

With a calculated demeanor, I subtly planted seeds of doubt and discord in Mingyu's mind, subtly sowing the seeds of mistrust and discontent in their relationship.

My words were carefully chosen, designed to drive a wedge between them and ensure that Lisa remained within my grasp.

Deep down, I relished the prospect of manipulating their emotions and controlling their fate, reveling in the power I held over their fragile connection.

As I glanced at Mingyu, I intervened with a tone of authority, "Alright, young man, let's put an end to this discussion. I don't want to see you two fighting or dwelling on this matter any longer, understood?"

I offered him a supportive nod, continuing, "But if you insist on seeking advice, then perhaps it's best for you to spend some time with your friends; maybe hit the club. It's good for you at your age to enjoy yourself, Mingyu. Don't worry about anything; just be a man and take it easy."

Mingyu met my gaze, a sense of realization dawning in his eyes. "You're right. Because of Lisa, I've even restrained myself from going to clubs. I need to relax and have some fun," he admitted.

As I reassured Mingyu, I gently patted his shoulder, offering him a supportive gesture. "Don't worry, she'll be fine. Right now, you need to take care of yourself. And don't forget to spend time with your friends," I advised him earnestly.

Mingyu's lips curled into a grateful smile as he responded, "You're such a great dad. I mean, even though you're not even involved in anything, you are doing too much for us."

I nodded in acknowledgment, my expression darkening slightly as I urged him, "Go on, boy. Enjoy the night with your friends." With that, I watched as Mingyu departed, hoping that my guidance would lead him toward his destruction.

As I dialed my close guard Han Jee's number, I heard his prompt response, "Yes, sir?"

"Keep an eye on Mingyu," I instructed briskly, my tone conveying a sense of determination. "I want all his information. He's heading to the club now, so make sure he spends the night with a stripper. I want every detail and keep me updated on his every move. Consider this a test for him; make sure he won't suspect anything."

Han Jee affirmed, "I understand, sir. I'll arrange for the stripper and keep a close eye on Mingyu."

I couldn't help but chuckle knowingly. "I know he's a playboy. He'll easily fall for it," I remarked, my amusement tinged with a hint of skepticism.

Despite my own womanizing tendencies, I found myself questioning whether Mingyu's supposed transformation for Lisa was genuine or merely a façade. Only time will tell the truth about his intentions.

As I settled back into my seat, a sinister smirk played across my lips, my mind consumed by thoughts of manipulation and desire.

Internal chuckles echoed through my thoughts as I pondered Mingyu's loyalty to Lisa.

If he proved to be faithful, perhaps I would consider sparing her from my devious intentions, if only momentarily. After using her once on my bed.

But deep down, I knew myself all too well. I was a man driven by dark desires and insatiable lust, and Lisa had become the object of my obsession.

If Mingyu proved to be innocent, if his loyalty wavered even for a moment, then I would not hesitate to ensnare Lisa in my web of desire and darkness.

If I couldn't have her willingly, I would ensure that she was mine by any means necessary. And if that meant tearing apart her relationship with Mingyu and claiming her for myself, then so be it.

In the end, only I would decide Lisa's fate, as I pursued my darkest desires to possess her completely.

With practiced ease, I retrieved a cigarette from my pocket, igniting it with my customized lighter in a swift motion.

As the smoke curled around me, enveloping me in its familiar embrace, an unexpected email notification caught my attention.

It was an invitation to a charity event at a house outside the city. Before I could fully process the invitation, my phone rang, signaling a call from Machan, my trusted assistant.

"Hello, sir. Sorry to disturb you. There's something I want to tell you." Machan's voice came through the phone.

I took a drag from my cigarette before responding, "Yes, Machan, go ahead."

"Sir, there's a business party invitation from Mr. Hung Son and also an event at the charity house the day after. Should I accept the invitation? You have donated $20 million, and they want to invite you to the ceremony," Machan explained.

Considering his words carefully, I replied, "I'll let you know tomorrow, but go ahead and accept the invitations from both sides. I may attend."

As I ended the call, a smirk crept onto my lips. The sudden influx of invitations presented the perfect opportunity to further my plans and perhaps even draw Lisa closer to my web of influence.

With a flick of my cigarette, I pondered the possibilities, eager to seize the opportunity that lay before me.

I dialed Lisa's number on my iPhone, which nestled comfortably in my hand.

"Hello, how are you, doll?" I greeted her smoothly as she answered the call, her voice carrying a hint of sadness and weariness.

"I am fine, sir. How are you?" came her reply, her tone subdued and tired.

Taking a drag from my cigarette, I chuckled softly. "I'm fine, doll. I was worried about you, as today you look so tired," I remarked casually, knowing full well the effect my charm had on her.

"No, I was just resting. I'm fine, sir," she reassured me quickly, her voice betraying a hint of tension.

I smirked knowingly, relishing the subtle influence I held over her emotions, even from a distance. It was a game I enjoyed playing, one where I held all the cards, and Lisa was merely a pawn in my intricate desire.

"Lisa, what's troubling you? You sound really down." I expressed genuine concern, my voice laced with worry.

"I don't know, sir. I really don't understand. I think I have some pressure in my head," she replied softly, her words eliciting a surge of desire within me.

Drawing on my charm, I reassured her, "Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm here to help you through it," my tone sweet and comforting.

"It's hard to explain. I promised I'd tell you tomorrow," she confided, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

As I addressed her, I spoke with a tone of reassurance. "Don't worry, doll. Tomorrow, we have some business outside the city, and I've decided to take you along with me."

Curious, she inquired, "Where, sir?"

I replied slowly, "There's a business party in Busan, and I've also been invited to a charity event. So, I've decided to attend both."

"Sir, maybe my parents won't allow it." However, she expressed concern, mentioning her parents' potential disapproval. Irritated by her hesitation, I couldn't help but let a note of dominance creep into my voice. "Lisa, how can you refuse my orders? You need to break free from your family's hold and start making your own decisions," I scolded, attempting to assert my authority.

Softening my tone, I continued, "You're a confident young woman now, and you're working. It's time for you to learn and grow. I'm taking you with me because I want you to experience the world of business and develop your own boldness," I reasoned, hoping to inspire her to embrace the opportunity before her.

As I concluded, a silent desire echoed in my mind: "Be bold for me, darling baby."

I responded firmly, "Lisa if you continue to hesitate like this, you won't achieve success. I can't stand hearing 'no.' so, be prepared tomorrow. Pack your bag and talk to your mother. And if you have a black dress for the party, great. If not, I'll send you one."

Feeling her remorse, Lisa apologized, "Sorry, sir. I'll make them understand. You're right; I need to be more understanding. Please forgive me."

Softening my tone, I reassured her, "Doll, I'm doing this for your benefit. Don't worry about it. If your mother opposes, let me talk to her. I'll make her see the importance of this opportunity."

Understanding my intentions, Lisa replied softly, "Sir, I understand. I'll make sure to convince them. I'm sorry for causing you distress. I'll be ready to go, and I do have a dress, so don't worry."

With her assurance, I felt a sense of relief, knowing that she was willing to embrace the opportunity I was offering her.

With a final chuckle, I took one last puff from my cigarette before extinguishing it in the ashtray. "No worries, doll. Take rest and stay healthy, okay? Now, bye, dear. Take care and get some rest." I bid her farewell, preparing to end the call.

But before I could do so, I heard her hesitant voice on the other end. "Sir," she said softly, causing a thrill to run down my spine.

"Yes, doll?" I responded, lowering my voice to a seductive whisper, knowing the effect it would have on her.

There was a gasp from her end, followed by a hesitant, "Nothing. Bye, take care, sir," as she hastily ended the call.

A triumphant laugh bubbled up within me as I realized she was resisting my advances. It only fueled my desire to possess her even more.

As I received the message from Han Jee, a pang of discomfort stirred within me. The image displayed Mingyu kissing a stripper, accompanied by Han Jee's confirmation that he was taking her into a room.

**He is taking the stripper to the room, and work is done, and soon I'll find out more about his whereabouts.**.

Despite my own tendencies towards infidelity, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Lisa.

"Why do I feel this way?" I pondered silently, my thoughts swirling with conflicting emotions.

Lisa was pure, and if Mingyu truly loved her, he wouldn't betray her trust. Yet, my own nature as a womanizer clashed with my sense of loyalty towards her.

Frustration mingled with self-awareness as I acknowledged the hypocrisy of my own actions.

While I freely indulged in affairs, the idea of someone betraying Lisa incited a visceral reaction within me. She was different and special in some inexplicable way.

And as for Mingyu, my disdain for him grew stronger. How could he betray someone as pure and innocent as Lisa?

He didn't deserve her, and my feelings of resentment towards him intensified with each passing moment.