||TAEHYUNG||

Finally, Lisa was in my hands, in my arms, and my heart was calm. My dark desires were satisfied, yet a lingering need to mold her into boldness and submission still tugged at me.

I knew I needed to devise a plan to end this marriage, leveraging Lisa's parents' trust to do so. But at this moment, as I held her, I felt an unexpected urge to protect her, to ensure her smile remained intact.

My happiness is her misery.

"Are you okay, doll? Do you have any pain?" I asked, my possessiveness evident in the gentle kiss I placed on her forehead, a gesture I rarely showed to any woman.

She shook her head, her words filled with happiness and contentment. "No, I'm happy and fine. You didn't hurt me."

I looked into her eyes as she questioned, "You love me, don't you, Taehyung?"

My irritation flared at her childishness. "Do I have to tell you? Doesn't my actions speak for themselves, Lisa?"

She met my gaze, apologizing for upsetting me but still pressing for a confession. "I'm sorry for upsetting you, but you haven't confessed to me."

Frustration welled up within me. "Do words mean everything to you, Lisa? Can't you see what I've done for you? Even now, you don't trust me. Don't you believe me?"

Before I could dwell on her response, she surprised me by kissing my lips softly. "I trust you. I'm sorry. I understand."

Despite her reassurances, I knew I couldn't confess my love for her. It wasn't part of the plan.

I looked at Lisa with a sense of urgency in my eyes. "Lisa, we need to keep our relationship secret for a while, okay? Until the situation is handled, you need to listen to what I have to say."

She nodded, her expression serious as she replied, "Okay, I understand. But does that mean you'll stay with Mrs. Rena too? What about me, Taehyung? I mean, I feel jealous when I see you with other women. I respect Mrs. Rena, but she doesn't deserve to be kept in the dark. We need to tell her the truth. I don't want her to be kept in the dark; it wouldn't be fair to her."

I looked at her with simmering rage, my tone sharp as I spoke. "Lisa, you need to listen to me. I won't go to her; I'll stay here with you, and you'll stay with me. But if I reveal everything now, if I expose the truth, then all the blame will fall on us. I just want to protect your dignity. And now, we need to reveal Mingyu's identity to everyone. I'll leave Rena for you, as she doesn't matter to me, but not now, ok?"

She gazed back at me, her eyes wide with disbelief and hurt. I could feel the weight of my manipulation pressing down on her, but I pushed aside any feelings of guilt.

In my mind, Lisa was nothing more than a side woman—a means to an end.

As I reassured Lisa, "Don't be sad; I'll be staying with you, understand?" She nodded, her eyes reflecting both trust and confusion.

She hugged me tightly, seeking solace in my embrace, her soft curves pressing against me. "I trust you, but I don't understand all of this," she confessed, her innocence shining through her words.

I gazed at Lisa with determination in my eyes. "Lisa, we need to hide our relationship, okay? And we don't reveal anything until I say so. From now on, you'll live with me," I instructed, my tone firm.

She nodded, a hint of confusion evident in her expression as she asked, "How, Taehyung?"

I met her gaze squarely and replied, "I'll explain later. But for now, forget everything else and focus on one thing: we need to handle your wedding matter. First, we'll go to your parents' house, and I'll show them the truth. You won't say anything until I tell you to, okay?"

Lisa nodded obediently, her trust in me unwavering. I felt the urge to kiss her, captivated by her innocence and vulnerability. "She's so cute," I thought to myself, determined to protect her at all costs.

"Now, I've made a plan, Lisa," I explained, my voice steady with determination. "First, we'll go to your parents, and we'll show them the truth. I don't want your parents to question you, and I'll take care of that."

She nuzzled her head into my neck, her lips brushing against my skin as she whispered, "I know you'll handle it."

I couldn't help but chuckle at her boldness. "You're quite bold," I remarked teasingly.

Her cheeks flushed with color as she protested, "I'm not being bold; I'm being in love. Because I love you, and if my love makes you think I'm bold, then I'm happy to be bold for you." Her words reaffirmed the depth of her feelings for me.

I looked at Lisa with seriousness in my eyes. "When we went to my mansion, you needed to tell the truth, but don't mention that I was with you there too. Otherwise, it won't make sense."

I explained. "Lisa, they might question why we didn't tell them earlier or why you didn't stop the wedding from the beginning. It could create problems for us. We need to hide the events of that night.

"Do you understand? I know it involves a little lie, but a man like Mingyu doesn't deserve the truth. Lisa, you need to grasp what I'm trying to convey, doll. Do you understand? We won't tell about us. Ok for them, we will have the relationship as boss and intern and also being myself as Mingyu's stepfather, and you were now his ex-girlfriend."

She nodded solemnly and replied, "Yes, I understand. Don't worry, I'll handle it." Her determination reassured me, but I couldn't shake the feeling of unease at the web of deceit we were weaving.

Yet, for Lisa's sake, I was willing to do whatever it took to protect my image and Lisa from the consequences of that one night. I didn't even care about this sexy doll, but still, I needed to protect her image for my benefit.

As the desire for revenge boiled within me, I felt a surge of anger and determination. The thought of Mingyu laying a hand on Lisa filled me with rage, and I vowed to make him pay dearly for his actions.

I envisioned myself confronting him, delivering blow after blow until he begged for mercy.

As for Rena, the woman who had unknowingly become entangled, I couldn't help but relish the thought of seeing the pain in her eyes.

She had played a role in degrading Lisa, and now she would face the consequences.

With every fiber of my being, I swore to exact my revenge, to make Mingyu and Rena suffer for the pain they had caused.

No one would dare to hurt Lisa again, not while I had breath in my body. Because I am the one who has the power to do whatever I want with Lisa, even if it's pain or pleasure, I don't want to ruin her; I just want to enjoy her.

As I checked the time, realizing the wedding was looming closer, I turned to Lisa with a sense of urgency. "Baby doll, we need to go to your parents. Trust me, I'll handle everything for you," I assured her, my tone masking the turmoil within me.

She nodded, her eyes filled with trust and adoration as she whispered, "I love being with you."

A dark chuckle escaped my lips, a bitter reminder of the inevitable end that awaited us. I knew our time together would be fleeting, destined to dissolve in a matter of months.

Despite the bond we shared, I couldn't escape the truth of my nature—a nature that dictated I wouldn't remain tethered to one woman for long.

It was a feeling I had never experienced before—this inexplicable pull towards Lisa—and yet, I knew it was only a matter of time before the attraction faded, leaving us both in its wake.

I said, gazing into her eyes, "If you love being with me that much, then listen to me, doll, okay?" I couldn't quite comprehend why I felt the need to pamper her, to shower her with affection.

She seemed to possess an otherworldly beauty, like Aphrodite herself, captivating me with her presence.

Despite my inner turmoil and the knowledge that our time together was limited, I couldn't resist the urge to indulge in this fleeting moment of tenderness with Lisa.

She was a vision of beauty, her innocence, and vulnerability drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

As I looked at her, a softness crept into my voice. "You're like a goddess, Lisa," I murmured, unable to tear my gaze away from her. "And I want to cherish every moment we have together." Even if it's just for a little while, I thought in my mind.

As I instructed her, "Wear your dress and come with me," Lisa hesitated, her gaze shifting to me with a hint of uncertainty. "I need to take a bath," she murmured, her cheeks flushed with shyness.

Wrapped in the blanket, she tentatively moved closer, her toes brushing against my leg.

Understanding the reason for her reluctance, I reassured her, "Baby doll, we don't have time for that."

Meeting my gaze, she hesitated before confessing, "I smell sweaty."

Gently, I looked into her eyes and uttered, "Baby doll. You smell like sex." Her blush deepened as she pleaded, "Please don't say that it's embarrassing."

Despite the intensity of my desire, I couldn't help but admire her purity and innocence. She would be mine to train and teach the art of desire, a prospect that both thrilled and consumed me.

As I gently cupped her face in my hands, I reassured her, "Don't be shy. Soon, these words will be on your lips without shame."

Planting a tender kiss on her forehead, I continued, "You know how much I desire you. But if I've waited this long, I can wait a bit longer. From tomorrow, our days together will begin, and we'll finally be together. So, go and take a shower, but don't take too long, okay?"

She nodded in understanding, her gaze filled with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.

As much as I longed to join her in the shower and revel in the intimacy of the moment, I knew that now was the time for my plan to unfold.

Our future together depended on it, and I couldn't afford to let anything derail my carefully laid-out strategy.

As Lisa hurriedly left the bed, her hands covering herself modestly, I couldn't help but chuckle at her innocence and shyness.

Watching her swiftly retrieve her dress and lingerie, I pretended to avert my gaze as if I hadn't seen her.

While she disappeared into my bathroom, I seized the opportunity to quickly grab my suit from the closet. Despite needing a bath, I knew there wasn't time for it now.

My focus was on executing my plan, and every moment counted. So, without further delay, I dressed in my suit.

As soon as Lisa emerged from the bathroom, dressed in her normal dress, which she had kept in her bag with her hair neatly tied in a bun, we met in the middle of the room.

Without hesitation, we shared a passionate kiss, our emotions swirling with anticipation and determination.

"Ready, doll?" I asked, my voice filled with a sense of urgency. She nodded, her eyes shining with a mixture of excitement and nerves as we linked arms and walked out together.

As I grabbed the keys to my Bugatti, Lisa and I made our way out of the penthouse.

My driver bowed respectfully as we approached, and I quickly informed him of our destination. "I'm going to Lisa's house, and also, what's the situation at the mansion?" I inquired.

He met my gaze and replied confidently, "All is under control."

Satisfied with his response, I nodded and proceeded to the Bugatti, with Lisa by my side. Turning to her, I spoke with a sense of purpose.

"Be prepared, doll, because I'm about to take action. You need to understand and agree to follow my lead. There may be some modifications to the plan, and you must stand by me," I explained.

Lisa nodded in understanding, her determination evident. "Yes, I understand. For our love, I'll do whatever you say," she affirmed, her commitment unwavering.

Settling into my Bugatti, I took the driver's seat while Lisa occupied the passenger seat beside me. As we prepared to depart, my other guards settled into their SUV nearby.

With a sense of purpose, I started the engine and began to drive, determined to execute my plan with precision.

The weight of the impending confrontation with Mingyu and the unveiling of the truth bore heavily on my mind, but I was resolved to see it through to the end.

As soon as we arrived at her house, Lisa and I stepped out of the car, followed by my guards emerging from their SUV.

We proceeded towards her house, Lisa casting a glance at me, to which I nodded in reassurance. It was clear now that I had to take control of the situation, and it was my game to dictate.

As soon as Lisa's father, Mr. Manoban, opened the door, he looked at me with surprise and exclaimed, "Mr. Kim, you're here. Please come in."

I nodded in acknowledgment as Lisa and I entered her house, where her mother was also present.

She approached us and bowed, her expression reflecting confusion as she said, "Nice to see you here. Please, have a seat."

I nodded assertively as I settled onto their couch, locking eyes with Lisa to convey confidence. Her mother and father observed us intently.

"I understand your confusion," I began, "but there's something important I need to discuss, and I ask that you listen attentively."

Gesturing Lisa and her parents to take their seats, I waited until they complied.

With an air of authority, I declared, "The marriage between Mingyu and Lisa will not proceed."

Lisa's father interjected, his voice tinged with desperation, "Mr. Kim, why? Is there anything we can do to change this?" I met his gaze with unwavering dominance as I replied, "No, this decision stands."

As I spoke, a surge of intensity filled the room, my voice commanding attention. "Listen closely," I demanded, my gaze piercing through any doubt.

"I am intervening to save your daughter, Lisa, from Mingyu's treachery. He's betrayed her trust multiple times, and I refuse to let him ruin her life."

The weight of my words hung heavy in the air, each syllable laced with determination. "I hold evidence of his deceit," I continued, my resolve unwavering. "I will not allow Lisa to suffer at his hands any longer. It ends now."

As I revealed the evidence against Mingyu on my iPhone, shock rippled through them. Lisa's mother's eyes welled up with tears as she exclaimed, "How could he do this, Mr. Kim? What about our reputation? What are we supposed to do?"

Addressing them firmly, I responded, "You needn't worry about a thing. I fixed this relationship, and while my reputation may be at stake, Lisa's well-being is paramount to me. She is my responsibility, and I will take charge of this situation."

With calculated manipulation, I orchestrated the unfolding scene, silently guiding Lisa to speak her truth. "You can ask Lisa; she's deeply hurt," I interjected, prompting her to share her feelings.

Lisa, comprehending my cue, took a deep breath and addressed her parents. "Yes, Mom and Dad, I can't marry Mingyu. I believed he had changed, but he's still the same womanizer. I'm grateful to Sir Taehyung for revealing his true colors."

A self-satisfied smirk tugged at my lips as I observed the situation unfolding according to my design.

Lisa's compliance with my plan affirmed her role as my puppet, obedient to my desires.

As Lisa's words settled in the room, a palpable tension hung in the air, the weight of her revelation echoing off the walls.

Her parents exchanged worried glances, grappling with the sudden upheaval of their plans.

During the turmoil, I remained composed, my demeanor exuding an aura of control. "It's clear that this marriage cannot proceed."

I asserted firmly, my voice cutting through the uncertainty. "Lisa's well-being must be our priority."

With a subtle nod from me, Lisa continued, her voice steady but tinged with sadness. "I don't want to marry Mingyu," she reiterated, her gaze meeting her parents' with determination. "I deserve better, and I won't settle for anything less."

Feeling the weight of the moment, Lisa's parents turned to me, gratitude evident in their expressions despite the turmoil.

"Mr. Kim, we are deeply thankful for your intervention," Lisa's mother said, her voice quivering with emotion. "We entrusted our daughter's future to you, and you have proven yourself to be her protector."

I met their grateful gazes with a nod of acknowledgment, accepting the weight of the responsibility they were entrusted to me.

"I promise you both," I replied solemnly, "that I will ensure justice for Lisa. She will not be harmed further, and I will do everything in my power to safeguard her future."

With that assurance, a sense of relief washed over Lisa's parents; their faith in me solidified.

As they handed over the responsibility for Lisa's well-being, I vowed to uphold their trust and protect her at all costs.

"As I conclude," I added, my tone gentle yet firm, "I urge you to always trust your daughter. She is innocent and deserving of your unwavering faith. Be proud of her, for she is a remarkable young woman."

Internally, a satisfied smirk played across my features, knowing that my words would further solidify their trust in both Lisa and myself.

With their trust secured, I was one step closer to guiding Lisa along the path I had carefully planned for her.

As the conversation concluded, a dark desire stirred within me—a hunger for control and possession.

While outwardly maintaining a facade of concern and protection, inwardly, my thoughts turned to Lisa with possessive fervor.

Behind the mask of benevolence, my mind spun with fantasies of molding Lisa into the perfect reflection of my dark thoughts.

Every word spoken, every gesture made, was calculated to further entrench her dependence on me and ensure she remained under my influence.

As the conversation drew to a close, Lisa's parents expressed their gratitude once more. "We are thankful to you, Mr. Kim; you have saved our daughter's life; we don't know how to thank you." I masked my dark desires beneath a veneer of charm and reassurance.

Her mother whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and relief. "We will always trust our daughter, and we are proud of her."

Lisa's father, his expression softened with emotion, reached out to shake my hand. "You have our deepest gratitude for looking out for Lisa," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "We trust you to guide her through this, and we are forever indebted to you."

I rose to my feet, nodding decisively. "I will be taking Lisa with me. It's time to confront the situation head-on and unveil the truth," I declared.

Her father, his voice trembling with indignation, spoke up. "Sir, we will accompany you. Mingyu's betrayal of Lisa, breaking her heart and toying with her emotions, is unforgivable."

Raising my hand in a commanding gesture, I signaled my reluctance to have others interfere in my affairs. "I prefer to handle this matter alone," I asserted firmly.

"Mr. Manoban," I stated firmly, "I have firsthand knowledge of the kind of people Mingyu and his mother are, having lived with them. Trust me when I say, I will handle this."

Gesturing for Lisa to join me, she obediently stepped forward, standing by my side.

"I promise to bring Lisa back safely," I assured them, my tone unwavering. "But for now, it's best for you to wait here and trust my judgment. This is a family matter, and I will see to it."

As they nodded, I glanced at Lisa, who affirmed her trust with a nod, following me outside. We made our way to my Bugatti, where my guards stood ready.

With the car doors opened, we settled inside, Lisa taking the passenger seat beside me while my guards occupied a separate SUV.

Despite the gravity of the situation, my desire for Lisa remained palpable. Pulling her closer, I leaned in to kiss her, eliciting a shy reaction as she lowered her gaze.

Chuckling at her innocence, I met her eyes as she spoke softly, "You handle everything so well, Taehyung."

"Doll," I began, my voice soft yet firm, "I pride myself on my ability to judge people accurately. I understand their motivations, what drives them, and how to bring out the best in them. Success, in my opinion, comes from mastering every aspect of a plan, from understanding it inside and out to recognizing every detail."

Leaning closer, I continued, "I work tirelessly to achieve this level of understanding. My decisions are always based on logic and concrete facts. I possess an instinct that allows me to identify and nurture promising ideas and individuals. At the end of the day, it all boils down to surrounding oneself with good people."

She smiled warmly and planted a kiss on my cheek, her affectionate gesture filling me with reassurance. "I am ready for this," she affirmed, her eyes sparkling with determination.

Nodding in agreement, I outlined the plan. "We'll need to approach this strategically when we reach my mansion. Little lies don't harm anything, got that," I explained. "You will be the one to mention receiving a picture of Mingyu with a stripper. Then, you informed me about it, and I decided to come with you to help you confront him, Lisa."

She nodded decisively, her eyes reflecting a newfound resolve. "I understand. I'll take the lead in handling this situation. We need to approach Mingyu's indiscretions strategically. I despise him for his past as a playboy, and I was foolish to believe otherwise. He will face the consequences of his betrayal."

Internally, a sense of satisfaction washed over me as I listened to her determination. "He will, my doll," I reassured her, my tone laced with conviction. "Soon, you'll witness the consequences of his actions."

A dark intensity flickered in my eyes as I continued, "I desire you, and the thought of anyone else laying claim to you is a torment to my very soul."

I nodded, my grip firm on the steering wheel, as I navigated towards my mansion.

As we arrived, I parked the car, and my guards swiftly opened the doors for us. Lisa and I stepped out, the gravity of the moment palpable as we entered the grand foyer.

Turning to the maid, I instructed, "Call Mingyu and Rena to my study immediately." She nodded obediently, understanding the urgency in my tone.

Glancing at Lisa, I offered reassurance. "Come, my dear," I said softly, my hand extending towards her. "This is the final step, and I assure you, I will handle it. Trust me, and trust yourself."

With a nod of affirmation, Lisa followed me into my study.

As Mingyu and Rena entered, their expressions betrayed a mix of shock and confusion. Rena's concern was evident as she addressed Lisa, "What's going on, dear?"

Maintaining a facade of composure, I met Rena's gaze squarely. "That's precisely what I want to know," I replied coolly, though inside, rage simmered beneath the surface, mingled with a sense of anticipation for the unfolding drama.

Mingyu's gaze shifted between us, his tone laced with uncertainty. "What's going on, Lisa?" he inquired, his words tinged with apprehension.

Lisa fixed Mingyu with a steely gaze, her voice unwavering as she confronted him. "You should have known better, Mingyu, before betraying me. I'm not oblivious to your infidelity, and I refuse to marry you."

Mingyu attempted to play the innocent, his voice tinged with desperation. "Lisa, what are you saying? I haven't cheated on you."

Frustration boiled over in Lisa's response as she raised her voice. "I know everything, Mingyu. Don't you dare lie to me!"

Mingyu met her accusation with a challenge, his gaze intense. "How do you know? Where's the proof?" he demanded, his tone defensive.

I stepped forward, cutting through the tension with a voice that left no room for argument. "Lisa received pictures today—pictures of you with a stripper. She came straight to me, the one who arranged this marriage, to reveal the truth. So this was your plan all along, wasn't it, Mingyu? To marry her just to satisfy your sick games?"

Without hesitation, I slapped him hard, the crack of it ringing out sharply. "That was just a fraction of what you deserve," I growled, glaring at him with all the authority I could muster.

||LISA||

As Taehyung's hand collided with Mingyu's cheek, a gasp escaped my lips, my heart pounding with a mix of shock and exhilaration.

Mingyu's indignant cry only fueled the tension in the room; his accusation met with another resounding slap from Taehyung.

"Please stop this," Mrs. Rena's voice trembled with concern, her eyes darting between the two men caught in a whirlwind of emotions.

"I guess someone just tried to plot against me," Mingyu's words dripped with bitterness, his gaze locking with mine as if searching for reassurance.

Meeting his challenging stare, I squared my shoulders, determination coursing through my veins. "I wish I could say that, but you're a playboy, Mingyu. You can't change who you are," each word laced with conviction as I defended my love for Taehyung and affirmed my belief in his steadfastness.

Mingyu's words cut through the air like a sharp blade, his voice dripping with venom as he accused me. "I guess it's your plan, Lisa, so you don't marry me. You don't even like me, love me, or show any interest in me."

Mrs. Rena's disapproval added fuel to the fire as she chimed in, her words carrying a sting of their own. "I told you, Mingyu, you should not marry this third-class girl. Mira was suitable for you."

With a calm yet firm demeanor, I faced Mingyu's accusations head-on, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Yes, Aunty, you are right. Mira and Mingyu suit each other perfectly because they both are cheaters. Mingyu, I trusted you once; I gave you a chance, but now you've proven that you don't deserve it."

Mingyu's words rang out with a mixture of indignation and resentment. "You don't deserve me, Lisa. I've left many girls for you, and you're breaking our marriage."

Taehyung's intervention was like a beacon of support in the storm, his voice carrying the weight of authority and wisdom. "She's doing what's right, and I know this was all a game to you. As you know, I never tolerate lies."

Taehyung's presence exuded power and dominance, his unwavering stance reaffirming his position as a force to be reckoned with.

In his assertion, he not only defended me but also exposed Mingyu's manipulative tactics, shifting the balance of power in the room.

Mingyu's retort was laced with venom, his resentment palpable as he continued to hurl accusations. "You're nothing but a manipulative witch, Lisa. Playing with people's feelings, just like you're doing now."

Mrs. Rena's disdain echoed Mingyu's sentiments, her words dripping with contempt. "I always knew you were trouble, Lisa. You've brought nothing but chaos into our family."

As Taehyung, my steadfast companion, stood beside me, his voice carried a tone of unwavering support. "Don't you dare say anything against Lisa? She's innocent, and you're the reason your son turned out this way."

Mrs. Rena's accusatory gaze pierced through me as she spoke. "You're happy causing strife between us, aren't you?"

Taehyung's resolve solidified as he addressed them with authority. "I refuse to stay in this toxic environment. The wedding is over, and I won't tolerate either of you meddling in Lisa's life any longer. You're both despicable for playing with her emotions."

Pride swelled within me as Taehyung defended my honor, his strength and integrity shining brightly. He was not just my man; he was my knight in shining armor.

Yet, beneath the surface, a pang of sadness tugged at my heart, knowing that our love had sparked conflict within his own family.

With a final, steely gaze directed at Mingyu and Mrs. Rena, Taehyung's words rang out like a declaration of finality. "It's over. Any further interference and I'll deal with both of you myself."

As Mrs. Rena and Mingyu visibly swallowed, Taehyung's commanding presence beckoned me forward. "Come, Lisa," he said, his voice firm yet reassuring.

I nodded in silent agreement, falling into step beside him as we made our way out of the mansion.

Taehyung wasted no time, issuing orders to the staff with a sense of authority that brooked no argument. "Pack up everything. My guard will take it to my penthouse."

The staff hastened to comply with Taehyung's directives, and soon we found ourselves seated together in his car.

As the engine roared to life, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling within me, grateful for Taehyung's protection yet saddened by the rift our presence had caused in his family.

As I gazed into Taehyung's eyes, a pang of guilt tugged at my heart, and I found myself uttering an apology. "I'm sorry, Taehyung. Because of me, you had to fight with them. But thank you for standing by me."

Taehyung's grip tightened around me, his voice dropping to a low, menacing tone that sent shivers down my spine. "Doll, you don't understand the lengths I'll go to for you. But don't apologize to me. I've been longing to break free from them too."

His words sparked a flicker of doubt in my mind, and I couldn't help but voice my concerns. "Taehyung, you said you wanted me to live with you, but how and when do we reveal our relationship?"

As his eyes met mine, Taehyung's reassuring words washed over me like a soothing balm. "Don't worry about that, doll. I'll find a solution. But for now, I want you to know that I want to be with you. I want us to live together. I understand we'll have to keep our relationship hidden, maybe just for a year, and then everything will be alright."

I nodded in agreement, a mix of apprehension and trust swirling within me. With Taehyung at the wheel and his guards accompanying us in the SUV, I couldn't shake a lingering sense of hesitation.

But deep down, I knew I had to place my faith in him. Everything he was doing, he was doing out of love, driven by an unwavering affection that I could feel in every gesture.

As the drive continued, each passing mile brought us closer to an uncertain future. Yet, I found solace in the warmth of Taehyung's presence beside me.

His hand found its way to the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. He stopped the car abruptly, turning to me with a look that made my heart race.

Without a word, he leaned in and kissed my breast, the unexpected touch making me blush deeply.

My shyness didn't go unnoticed as he looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so addictive," he murmured, his voice low and husky, before pressing his lips against mine again.

As the car halted in front of my house door, Taehyung's words hung in the air, filling me with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation.

"Now, Lisa, go home. Come to the office tomorrow. Tomorrow will be a new day because I want to reveal my true self to you. I want you to know the real me."

A rush of fear and excitement surged through me as I nodded in agreement. Before I could fully process his words, Taehyung leaned in and kissed my lips softly, causing a blush to spread across my cheeks.

"I like it when you blush, especially for me," he whispered possessively.

His compliment sent a flutter through my heart, and I couldn't help but return the sentiment. "You're so handsome, Taehyung."

With a smile, he replied, "And you're so beautiful, Lisa."

As we stood at the threshold of my home, Taehyung's presence beside me lent a sense of reassurance. I knocked on the door, and my father greeted us as we entered.

Taehyung addressed my father with a calm yet authoritative tone. "Now, everything is fine. Your reputation and your daughter's reputation are saved. I want you to forget all of this. From tomorrow, she can continue her internship at Kim's, and I hope you'll give her the space she needs. I trust you'll understand."

His words carried a weight of finality, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for his intervention.

As my father nodded in agreement, a sense of relief washed over me, knowing that Taehyung had not only defended my honor but also secured my future.

As my father clasped Taehyung's hand in gratitude, a sense of warmth enveloped the room. "We're thankful to you, Mr. Kim. Despite having the power to conceal Mingyu's misdeeds, you chose to help our daughter. Thank you."

Taehyung nodded graciously, turning his attention to me with a gentle smile. "Dear Lisa, now you can take some rest."

My mother entered the room, her eyes filled with gratitude as she bowed to Taehyung. "We are truly thankful to you," she expressed earnestly.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Taehyung bid us farewell and departed from our home, leaving behind a sense of profound gratitude and relief in his wake.

As my father enveloped me in a comforting embrace, his words carried a sense of understanding and relief. "Lisa, I know you're hurting, but we're grateful that Mr. Kim came to your rescue."

With a soft smile, I replied, "He's like an angel to me. I trust him with all my heart."

My mother's gentle reassurance echoed through the room, her voice filled with hope. "Lisa, don't lose hope. Everything will work out in the end."

Determined to move forward, I asserted, "Mom, Dad, I don't want to dwell on the past and Mingyu anymore."

In a moment of shared pride, my parents affirmed their support. "We're proud of you, Lisa. You've shown remarkable strength."

Returning their embrace, I felt a sense of gratitude for their unwavering love and support, knowing that together we could overcome any obstacle that lay ahead.

After the emotional turmoil of the day, my parents insisted on us having dinner together. As my mother and I prepared the meal together, the comforting routine of cooking helped ease the tension in the air.

We set the table, and soon we were gathered around, sharing a meal as a family.

Despite my parents' concern for my well-being, I found solace in the knowledge that Taehyung's love and support were unwavering.

As we finished our meal, my mother urged me to rest, thinking I was heartbroken. Little did she know, my heart was filled with gratitude and love for Taehyung.

With a smile, I bid my parents goodnight and retreated to my room, grateful for their care and understanding. As I settled into bed, thoughts of Taehyung filled my mind.

As I made my way to my closet, my thoughts drifted back to the passionate moments Taehyung and I had shared, causing a blush to rise to my cheeks.

Shaking my head to dispel the memories, I quickly changed into my pajamas.

Once dressed, I settled onto my bed, my mind still lingering on thoughts of Taehyung. As I began my nightly routine at my vanity, the familiar motions helping to ground me, my phone suddenly rang.

With a glance at the caller ID, my heart skipped a beat as I answered, hearing Taehyung's voice on the other end. "Hello, doll. How are you? Is everything alright?" His voice was filled with warmth and concern.

A rush of affection flooded over me, causing a smile to bloom on my lips as I blushed. "Yes, everything is fine. And what about you?" I inquired, eager to hear his response.

His deep voice, filled with luxurious raspiness, washed over me as he replied, "Thinking about you, doll. I just want you to be here with me now, on my bed."

My cheeks flushed even deeper as I admitted, "I'm a little shy, but I love it."

With a hint of excitement in his voice, he continued, "Doll, your life is about to change according to my choice. Tomorrow, you'll take the first step in getting to know my lifestyle and me. So, be ready, Lisa. There's going to be so much fun."

His words filled me with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, but above all, a sense of exhilaration at the prospect of exploring this new chapter of our relationship together.

As I expressed my concerns to Taehyung, a sense of unease crept over me. "I'm ready for whatever comes our way, but what about living with Mrs. Rena and Mingyu? I fear they might try something. I just want everything to be okay. I understand the need to keep our relationship hidden, but I'm feeling overwhelmed and confused."

In response, Taehyung's reassuring voice washed over me like a comforting embrace. "Don't worry, doll. I have everything under control, even when it comes to Mingyu and Rena. They're insignificant to me."

Nodding in acceptance, I replied, "I trust you completely. By the way, where are you right now?"

A smile danced in his voice as he answered, "I'm at my penthouse, in the bed where we shared our moments. I miss having you beside me, naked in my arms."

Feeling a rush of emotion, I whispered, "I love you so much I don't know how to explain how happy I am."

He chuckled softly, his affection palpable even through the phone. "Now, get some sleep. Tomorrow, I'll make sure to take you with me. Trust me, doll."

With his words echoing in my mind, I settled into bed, feeling a sense of security knowing that Taehyung was watching over me.

I ended the call. As sleep began to claim me, I held onto the promise of a brighter tomorrow, guided by the unwavering love of the man I adored.