||LISA||

As we drove in the BMW, Taehyung's guards followed us in separate cars, their presence a constant reminder of the world we lived in.

Taehyung was extraordinarily wealthy, and sometimes it still baffled me that he had chosen someone like me—a woman who wasn't even close to his level.

But he had, and he was fiercely loyal, something I cherished deeply.

His hand found its way to my thigh, his touch warm and reassuring. "Lisa," he began, his voice calm yet commanding, "There will be important people at this event. I want you to be comfortable, and I need you to understand that your confidence is good for us—both of us."

I looked over at him, trying to push down the nerves fluttering in my stomach. "Even though parties aren't my thing, I'll try to get comfortable. No worries," I assured him, my voice steady despite the anxiety gnawing at me.

He smirked, clearly pleased with my response. His confidence was always so unshakable, and it made me want to try harder, to live up to the woman he saw in me.

Soon, we arrived at the grand hotel, and my breath caught in my throat. It was luxurious beyond anything I had ever seen—a place that oozed wealth and power.

I gulped, feeling a sudden wave of insecurity wash over me.

The car came to a stop, and Taehyung's guards swiftly exited their vehicles. One of them opened the door for us with a respectful bow.

The chauffeur followed suit, his head bowed as Taehyung and I stepped out of the BMW.

The moment my feet touched the ground, Taehyung was by my side, his hand sliding around my waist with a possessive grip.

The touch sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of anticipation and nervousness coiling inside me. He always had this effect on me, making me feel both safe and on edge all at once.

As we walked towards the hotel entrance, I could feel the eyes of everyone around us. Taehyung, as always, exuded an aura of power and authority that made people stop and stare.

But it was the way he held me close, the way he silently declared to the world that I was his, that made my heart race.

"Just stay close to me," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "You're doing great."

I nodded, taking a deep breath to steady myself. I wasn't used to this world of high society, luxury, and extravagance, but with Taehyung by my side, I felt like I could face anything.

As we stepped into the opulent lobby of the hotel, my eyes widened at the sheer magnificence of it all—golden chandeliers, marble floors, and walls adorned with intricate designs.

It was overwhelming, but Taehyung's hand on my waist grounded me, reminding me that I wasn't alone in this.

"Ready?" he asked, his eyes meeting mine with a reassuring gaze.

"Ready," I replied, forcing a smile. I wasn't sure if I was, but I was determined to try. For him. For us.

As we walked further into the hotel, I couldn't help but wonder what the night would bring.

As we walked into the party, I couldn't help but be amazed by the elegance surrounding us.

The décor was stunning, with crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the room, and every detail seemed meticulously planned.

The atmosphere was buzzing with conversations, laughter, and the clinking of glasses.

As we made our way through the crowd, I noticed a woman approaching us, accompanied by an older man. She was beautiful and carried herself with a certain grace that caught my attention.

When she passed Taehyung, she smiled warmly, and I saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes, though I couldn't quite decipher the emotion behind it.

"Hello,—Taehyung I mean, Mr. Kim," the woman greeted us, her voice smooth and familiar. "How are you? And who is this lovely lady?"

Taehyung looked at her with a polite smile, though there was a slight edge to his tone when he replied, "I'm fine, Wheein. She's my intern."

He added, almost as an afterthought, "Your party looks great. You have excellent taste."

So, this was Mrs. Wheein, his friend. The way she looked at Taehyung made me feel a bit uneasy, but I pushed the feeling aside, reminding myself that I was here as his partner, even if he had just introduced me as his intern.

Mrs. Wheein's husband stepped forward with a friendly demeanor, "It's so nice to have you here, Mr. Kim. Wheein has told me you two were good friends."

Taehyung nodded, keeping his expression neutral. "Yes, we are still now and back a long way."

After the brief exchange of pleasantries, we continued to mingle with the other guests. I did my best to stay composed, though I felt like a fish out of water in this opulent setting.

I could tell that Taehyung was well-known and respected here, which only added to my nervousness.

As we moved through the crowd, another man approached us. He was tall, with sharp features, and he seemed arrogant.

"Mr. Kim," he greeted Taehyung, his tone dripping with feigned respect. "It's an honor to see you at this party."

I glanced at Taehyung, noticing a flash of rage in his eyes, but he kept his composure, responding coolly, "Oh, Mr. Santiago Gonzalo, it's you. How are things in Spain? I've heard rumors of your... financial difficulties."

Mr. Santiago's smile faltered momentarily, but he quickly recovered, laughing it off. "Ah, you know how rumors are, Mr. Kim. Spain is still flourishing under my watch."

Taehyung's gaze was intense, his voice laced with a dangerous undertone. "Rumors often have a grain of truth, Mr.Gonzalo. You might want to be careful."

There was a tense silence, and I could feel the weight of the conversation hanging in the air. Taehyung's words were a subtle warning, and Santiago seemed to realize that, though he tried to mask his unease.

"Of course, Mr. Kim" Santiago replied, his tone more cautious now. "I'll take your advice to heart."

Taehyung didn't respond, merely giving a curt nod before turning his attention back to me. His hand on my waist tightened slightly, a silent signal that he was done with the conversation.

As I saw Mr. Santiago looking at me, there was something in his gaze that sent a shiver down my spine—a look I could only describe as lust.

It made my skin crawl, and I quickly averted my eyes, focusing on walking beside Taehyung, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling.

As we walked away from Santiago, my mind couldn't stop racing. The tension between him and Taehyung was palpable, and it left me with so many questions.

What had just happened? What kind of past did they share? I was beginning to realize that there was so much about Taehyung's world that I didn't understand.

His power, his connections, the way he handled people like Santiago with such ease—it all made me feel like I was way over my head.

The weight of it all pressed down on me, making me painfully aware of the vast distance between our worlds.

Taehyung was a man of immense power, someone who commanded respect and fear in equal measure. And moments like this reminded me just how little I truly knew about him.

But one thing was abundantly clear—Taehyung was not someone to be crossed.

The way he dealt with Santiago with such cold precision sent a chill through me. It was a side of him that I wasn't used to seeing, and it both frightened and fascinated me.

As we continued to walk, Taehyung's hand remained firmly on my waist, a possessive gesture that made me feel both protected and trapped.

I knew that as long as I was with him, I was part of this world—his world—a place where danger lurked beneath the surface and trust was a fragile thing.

I glanced up at Taehyung, his jaw set, eyes focused straight ahead. I wanted to ask him to understand what had just transpired, but the words caught in my throat.

There was a hardness in his expression, a resolve that told me now wasn't the time for questions.

So, I remained silent, letting him guide me through the glittering maze of the party, all the while feeling the unease growing inside me.

Whatever was going on, I knew I had to tread carefully. Being with Taehyung meant navigating a world full of complexities and dangers I wasn't fully prepared for.

But I had made my choice, and now I had to find a way to survive in it.

I walked into the room, feeling a bit out of place among the crowd of well-dressed guests. The chatter and clinking of glasses seemed to fade as my attention was drawn to Taehyung.

He stood in conversation with a striking woman in a revealing dress, her voice dripping with charm.

"Oh, my God, Mr. Kim, you're here!" She exclaimed, her eyes glimmering with a mix of recognition and flirtation.

Taehyung's response was measured, his demeanor cool and composed. "Oh, you're here. I didn't expect to see you."

The woman's smile broadened, her expression almost smug. "I'm here for my brand. I received an invitation," she said smoothly, her words laced with the confidence of someone who was used to getting what she wanted.

Her wealthy and influential background was evident in her posture, the elegance in her tone, and the air of authority she carried.

Her gaze shifted toward me, and an uncomfortable pang of unease washed over me.

"Who is she?" she asked, her curiosity barely veiled, though her tone remained polite.

Before I could gather myself to respond, Taehyung's hand pressed firmly against the small of my back, his grip possessive and deliberate.

I flinched slightly at the unexpected contact, a mixture of surprise and discomfort prickling through me.

He held me close, his body language unmistakable, as if to stake his claim in front of the woman. "Chaeyoung She is Lisa Manoban, my intern," he paused briefly, his gaze softening as he glanced at me before continuing, "but now she's my partner for this evening."

The woman, who Taehyung had just introduced as Chaeyoung, raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Lisa, she's Chaeyoung Min, one of my best and we were business partners and the sister of the Korean Minister of Foreign Affairs," Taehyung explained.

I forced a polite smile, summoning the courage to speak despite my hesitation. "It's nice to meet you," I said, my voice wavering slightly under the pressure of the encounter.

Chaeyoung's eyes sparkled with curiosity, her lips curving into a smile that held a trace of amusement.

"Nice to meet you too, Lisa," she replied, her voice carrying a subtle hint of knowing as if she had already deduced more than I had intended to reveal.

I felt gnawing discomfort as Chaeyoung's presence lingered. The tension between us was thick, and I couldn't quite put my finger on why her mere presence made me uneasy.

She claimed to be an old partner, but there was an air of familiarity in her interaction with Taehyung that unsettled me.

I tried to calm my racing thoughts. Why was I feeling so insecure? Taehyung was my partner, loyal and loving.

Our relationship was strong, and I knew he was committed to me. Yet the lingering doubt made me question myself.

I took a deep breath, reminding myself of what mattered. Taehyung and I were together because we wanted to be, and that was all that truly mattered. I needed to stop letting my insecurities cloud my judgment.

I needed to remind myself of the reality of Taehyung's world. As the richest businessman in Asia, he had numerous connections and many female business partners.

It was normal for him to interact with influential people, and his professional relationships were a part of his life.

I struggled with my feelings because I cared deeply about him, and the unfamiliarity of the situation made me uneasy.

But I had to accept that his world involved interactions with many people, and my insecurities were something I needed to work through. Taehyung's loyalty and love for me were what truly mattered.

¶--¶--¶ SKIP TIME--¶-- ¶--¶

After dinner, after Ms. Chaeyoung left, I watched as Taehyung stood up abruptly. His body language was tense, and there was an edge to his voice that made me uneasy.

"Taehyung, where are you going?" I asked, trying to keep my concern from showing too much.

"Lisa, stay here and enjoy the evening. I have some matters to attend to, so just relax and stay comfortable," he replied, his tone firm and dismissive.

His words stung a bit, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Yes, Taehyung. But I am not uncomfortable. I mean, please don't leave me alone like that. I am not very comfortable."

I saw his gaze harden, and he snapped, "You're not a child, Lisa, that I need to pamper and babysit. Just stay here. I have important matters to handle, and I can't have you tagging along. Stay here."

I reached out, grabbing his hand, trying to bridge the gap between us. "What happened to you, Taehyung?" I pause, as I don't want him to be embarrassed by my uncomfortableness.

I needed to prove to him I could handle it, and I didn't want to trouble him. He is right. I mean, I am a grown girl. I need to take care of myself. It's making me silly to even ask Taehyung to stay; I felt like a fool here.

He is right. "I mean, okay, you can go. I'll wait for you here. No worries."

His frustration was evident, and I could see it in his eyes. He took a deep breath, struggling to maintain control over his emotions. "Lisa, try to understand. I'm an entrepreneur, and I need to handle various responsibilities and meet other people. I don't want you to be bored. Go and enjoy yourself. I'll be back soon. Just stay here and relax," he said, his voice colder than I had hoped.

As he walked away, I felt a pang of sadness and confusion. I knew he was busy and had many responsibilities, but the abruptness and coldness of his response left me feeling unsettled and a bit unraveled.

I felt a rush of conflicting emotions. Why was I even thinking about him like this?

He's mine, and I know he's just a professional man. I shook my head and walked over to the other couch, sinking into its plush cushions.

Moments later, Mr. Santiago stumbled over and plopped down beside me. His presence was unsettling. "Oh, you were with Mr. Kim, weren't you?" He slurred, his words thick with alcohol.

I tried to steady my voice, though my heart was racing. "Yes, I'm his intern."

Mr. Santiago's breath was rancid, and his eyes had a glassy, predatory glint. He leaned in too close for comfort, the stench of liquor overwhelming.

"I thought you were his mistress. Well, you're quite sexy. I could give you more than Kim ever could. Come with me, and I'll make sure you'll feel pleasure like never before."

A wave of revulsion washed over me. I turned to face him, my eyes sharp with defiance. "Sorry, sir, but I think you've misunderstood. I'm not interested."

As I stood up, I felt Mr. Santiago's hand grip my hips roughly. Before I could react, he gave me a sharp smack.

I tried to stay calm and avoid making a scene. I quickly walked away, but I noticed he was following me.

Panic surged through me as I wandered, trying to escape. Suddenly, I felt a strong, male hand grab me—it was Mr. Santiago. He was trying to drag me away.

"Please leave me alone!" I shouted, my voice trembling with fear.

Ignoring my pleas, he pushed me toward a nearby wall. In my frantic state, I spotted the restroom and, with a burst of adrenaline, managed to shove him away.

I ran into the restroom and slammed the door behind me, locking it securely. I sank to the floor, tears streaming down my face.

Rich people can be terrifying.

||TAEHYUNG||

I walked away from Santiago, the man from Spain who had tried to undermine me. Didn't he understand that I was someone who didn't spare anyone?

As I moved through the crowded party, I spotted Chaeyoung—one of my favorite sex mates.

She looked stunning in her dress, her presence commanding attention. She made her way toward me with a confident, seductive smile.

"Oh, my God, Mr. Kim, you're here!" She exclaimed, her voice laced with charm.

I nodded, maintaining a cool demeanor. I needed to keep up appearances, especially with Lisa by my side. "Oh, you're here. I didn't expect to see you."

Chaeyoung's smile widened. "I'm here for my brand. I received an invitation," she said. She came from a wealthy background and was adept at blending business with pleasure.

Our relationship was strictly physical—no strings attached, just enjoyment. She was good in bed, but today was strange; I didn't find anything like any action from her like before.

She glanced around and then at Lisa, who had stood beside me. "Who is she?"

I felt a surge of possessiveness as I reached out and grabbed Lisa's ass. She flinched slightly, her expression a mixture of surprise and discomfort.

I held her close, asserting my dominance in front of Chaeyoung.

Before Lisa could respond, I stepped in. My hand instinctively found the small of her back, gripping her a little too firmly.

I felt her flinch under my touch, and a flash of guilt shot through me, but I didn't let go. I couldn't. Not now.

"She's Lisa Manoban, my intern," I said, my voice steady. I paused for a moment, glancing down at Lisa. Her eyes flickered with uncertainty, and in that split second, I made a decision. "But tonight, she's my partner at this event."

I saw Chaeyoung's eyebrow lift in mild surprise; her interest was piqued.

Her sharp eyes shifted between Lisa and me, already calculating the situation. "Lisa, meet Chaeyoung Min. She's one of my business partners and, well, the sister of the Korean Minister of Foreign Affairs," I added, feeling a slight tension in the air.

Lisa, clearly uneasy, introduced herself with a hint of hesitation. "Nice to meet you."

Chaeyoung's eyes sparkled with interest and amusement. "Nice to meet you too, Lisa."

Chaeyoung's gaze lingered on me as she continued, "Well, it's so good to see you again, Mr. Kim." Her tone was smooth, almost nostalgic.

I nodded in acknowledgment, keeping my expression cold despite the frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

"Well, I guess it's time for dinner now," Chaeyoung said, glancing at the room.

I nodded, and we moved toward the luxurious dining area. As we settled into plush chairs, a waiter approached, carefully placing our dinner and wine on the table.

Lisa sat beside me, while Chaeyoung took her place next to me, her presence a subtle reminder of past encounters.

The room fell silent as Mr. Jaekyun, Wheein's husband, took the stage. The lights dimmed slightly, focusing attention on him. With a commanding voice, he began his announcement:

"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, thank you all for joining us this evening. It is my great pleasure to officially announce the grand opening of our new hotel. This milestone represents not only a significant achievement for us but also a new chapter in our journey."

"I would like to extend my deepest gratitude to each of you for your support and presence here tonight. Your encouragement has been invaluable, and we are excited to share this moment with you."

"We look forward to welcoming you all to our hotel and hope that it will exceed your expectations. Here's to continued success and many more milestones to come. Thank you once again for your support and for making this evening truly special."

As Mr. Jaekyun finished his speech, the crowd erupted into applause. I observed the scene, feeling the weight of the evening's significance while trying to manage the internal turmoil that simmered beneath the surface.

As we began to eat, I felt Lisa's hand gently resting on mine. I held her hand, trying to focus on the moment despite the inner conflict that gnawed at me.

I was considering seeking pleasure elsewhere, maybe with Chaeyoung, yet my heart kept returning to Lisa. I knew Lisa was more beautiful and captivating than anyone else here.

She had everything—loving, sexy, and different from anyone I had known. But I also knew I wasn't good for her, and she wasn't good for my habits.

After dinner, Chaeyoung's gaze lingered on Lisa for a moment longer before shifting back to me. Her smile took on a more provocative edge.

"If you need me, Mr. Kim, you know where to find me. Meet me in the restroom on the right side; I'll be waiting for you," she said, her tone dripping with suggestion.

The thought of escaping with Chaeyoung was tempting—a way to perhaps calm myself and push away the obsessive thoughts I had about Lisa. It might provide a brief distraction from the turmoil I felt.

"Sure, I'll meet you there," I replied curtly. "Make sure you're ready. It'll be a quick fuck."

Chaeyoung gave a subtle nod, her understanding clear as she walked away. Her departure left me alone with my thoughts, a mix of irritation and contemplation swirling within me.

I had to reconcile the intense attraction I felt for Lisa with the darker impulses that drove me to seek other distractions.

As I stood up, Lisa followed me, her concern evident. "Taehyung, where are you going?"

"Lisa, stay here and enjoy the evening. I have some matters to attend to, so just relax and stay comfortable," I said, my voice firm and dismissive.

Lisa's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Yes, Taehyung. But I am not uncomfortable. I mean, please don't leave me alone like that. I am not very comfortable."

I glared at her. "You're not a child, Lisa, that I need to pamper and babysit. Just stay here. I have important matters to handle, and I can't have you tagging along. Stay here."

She reached out to hold my hand, her eyes searching mine. "What happened to you, Taehyung?". She sighed and added, After a pause. "I mean, okay, you can go. I'll wait for you here. No worries."

Lisa's discomfort was palpable, and I took a deep breath, struggling to maintain control over my emotions. "Lisa, try to understand. I'm an entrepreneur, and I need to handle various responsibilities and meet other people. I don't want you to be bored. Go and enjoy yourself. I'll be back soon. Just stay here and relax," I said, my voice colder than I intended.

As Lisa reluctantly moved away, I watched her go, feeling a growing turmoil within me. The control I prided myself on was slipping, and I had to regain it quickly before everything unraveled.

For the first time, my heart felt torn despite my usual indifference. I had cheated countless times before; it was part of who I was, a way of life that I didn't question.

I craved new experiences and new tastes. Yet now, I felt a gnawing sense of guilt and frustration.

Why did I feel like this? Why am I feeling worse about cheating on Lisa, something I never felt before with other women?

Isn't this just a distraction from Lisa, something to help me handle my mind? I need to do this to prove to myself that I haven't lost to Lisa or developed anything special for her. I need to do this with Chaeyoung.

Why did Lisa's presence ignite a deep, unsettling desire in me, while others, like Chaeyoung, couldn't even come close?

With this rage and confusion simmering inside me, I stormed into the restroom. There, I saw Chaeyoung waiting, looking undeniably attractive.

She had always been enticing, but now she seemed almost distant, her allure failing to stir the same passion that Lisa ignited in me.

Chaeyoung looked at me with a sultry smile. "So happy to see you again," she said.

"I don't have time for pleasantries," I snapped, my voice cold. "Just do it quickly, Chaeyoung."

She nodded, her eyes gleaming with understanding. I pulled her close, attempting to lose myself in the moment. But as I held her, a wave of unease washed over me, like a chill creeping down my spine.

The magnetic allure that once captivated me seemed muted now, eclipsed by the tumultuous feelings I had for Lisa.

I guided Chaeyoung to a secluded corner of the restroom and locked the door behind us. With a commanding tone, I said, "Kneel and pleasure me. I know your mouth is good."

Chaeyoung didn't hesitate; she sank to her knees and began to undo my zipper. But just as she was about to proceed, the sound of Lisa's distressed cries pierced through the door.

"Please, no, leave me." Lisa pleads I can recognize it; I know it's her. What happened to her?

The unexpected noise froze me. I pushed Chaeyoung away, frustration and confusion mingling in my chest. "Get out," I snapped, my voice sharp.

"What happened?" Chaeyoung asked, and as I didn't answer her, I quickly zipped up my pants and left the restroom, a storm of emotions churning inside me.

How could Lisa be there? I had to find her.

Rushing down the corridor, I spotted Lisa through the glass of the female restroom. She was crying, her reflection in the mirror a portrait of distress.

I approached her, my voice a low, demanding growl. "Lisa, what are you doing here?"

She turned to me, tears streaming down her face. She clung to me, her voice trembling. "Taehyung, he touched me."

Rage ignited within me, burning away any remnants of control. "Who the hell touched you? What happened?" I demanded, my voice raw with fury.

Lisa whimpered, barely able to speak through her tears. "Mr. Santiago."

The name struck me like a blow. My anger flared hotter, a fierce protectiveness surging to the forefront. No one would harm what was mine.

Now, Santiago would pay for what he did to Lisa. That my old fucking rival, I swear I'll fucking ruin him for doing this.

I looked at her, my voice steady but laced with fury. "What happened? Just tell me, Lisa."

Through her tears, she began recounting her ordeal. "When you left, I was waiting for you. Mr. Santiago came and started to harass me. He tried to touch me, and he even dragged me towards him. I managed to escape and ran here," she explained everything from the start.

Her words ignited a burning rage within me. My control slipped as I pulled her into an embrace, kissing her forehead softly. "Stay here. I'll make sure he pays for every tear you've shed, my doll."

I helped her to her feet, and she clung to me, her voice trembling with concern. "What are you going to do, Taehyung? Please don't. I don't want you to hurt him because of me. I know about your image and what you're capable of."

Her fear and worry only fueled my anger further. I looked into her eyes, my voice cold and resolute. "Don't worry about me. No one touches what belongs to me and gets away with it. I'll handle this, and I won't let anything happen to you."

I felt her grip tighten around me, but I gently pushed her back. "Stay here, Lisa. I need to deal with this."

She pleaded, "No, please, Taehyung. I don't want to create more problems. I just want to go back, please take me away from here."

I pulled her close, my voice fierce and protective. "Damn it, the only thing I care about right now is you. Or else I'll break that man's hand for daring to touch you."

She clung to my collar, her eyes filled with gratitude and relief. "I'm glad you came here. I don't know what to say, but it's a coincidence that you were here too."

I grunted in acknowledgment, feeling a mix of frustration and regret. "I was here to use the restroom not knowing that leaving you behind would lead to this. But don't worry; he will pay for everything he's done. I heard your screaming, "

Her grip on my collar tightened slightly, her eyes searching mine for reassurance. I gently cupped her face, my expression softening despite the storm of anger inside me. "I'm here now, and I won't let this go unpunished."

As I prepared to confront Santiago, I took one last look at Lisa, making sure she felt safe. My determination was unwavering. No one would harm what was mine and escape my wrath.

As she cried, her voice trembling with fear, she clung to me. "No, don't go. Just take me home. I don't want to create any more trouble for you. Yesterday, you lost a deal with that Japanese entrepreneur because of me, and now—Taehyung, if you do this, it will only harm your image. Please, don't do it. I don't want that."

Her fear and trembling made my anger boil even more intensely. I fought the urge to lash out and focus on calming her. I nodded, trying to reassure her despite my fury.

"Alright, we'll go to the mansion. I won't do anything rash. Don't worry, Lisa. I know how to handle things without losing control."

Her tears subsided slightly as she looked at me with a mixture of relief and concern. I took her hand, guiding her gently but firmly, my resolve to protect her unwavering.

As we left the restroom, I vowed to deal with Santiago in a way that would not jeopardize everything I had built while ensuring that Lisa felt safe and secure.

I gripped Lisa's hand tightly, my fingers pressing into hers as we exited the party. Every step away from the crowd was a step toward a semblance of control and safety.

I didn't spare a glance, indifferent to any farewells or curious stares. My entire focus was on getting her out of there and ensuring her well-being.

We reached my BMW, and the guards at the gate swiftly opened it for us. I slid into the driver's seat, the engine's roar echoing my internal storm.

The drive to the mansion was a blur of rushing thoughts and raw anger. When we arrived, I didn't wait for anyone to assist; I flung open the car door and, without a word, lifted Lisa into my arms.

Her delicate frame felt like a fragile anchor amidst my raging emotions.

Carrying her into the mansion, I was overwhelmed by a surge of possessiveness that I couldn't quite understand. Every part of me screamed to shield her, to keep her close and protected.

My heart pounded a mix of fierce protectiveness and something deeper I struggled to define. This unknown emotion gnawed at me, its intensity surprising even myself.

I carried Lisa with a sense of urgency and determination, determined to make her feel secure. The grandeur of the mansion felt distant and irrelevant compared to the immediate need to shelter her from the night's chaos and the threat she faced.

As I stepped inside, I resolved that nothing and no one would harm her again—not while I was in control.

I carried Lisa into our room and gently set her down on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were red from crying, and her trembling hands reached out to grasp mine.

Her voice was soft but insistent as she asked, "Taehyung, what am I to you? Tell me."

I was taken aback, struggling to find the right words. "What happened?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me.

Lisa recounted the disturbing encounter with Santiago, describing how he had spoken to her as though she were merely a mistress, dismissing her with a cruel indifference. "He said I am your mistress; I didn't understand this all.".

My rage flared uncontrollably.

I pulled her closer, my arms wrapping around her protectively. "What the fuck, Lisa, why didn't you tell me this before?" I demanded, my voice laced with anger and hurt.

She sobbed against my chest, her fear palpable. "Because you seemed indifferent today, and I didn't want to lose you. I'm scared, Taehyung. I love you."

Her words pierced through me, cutting deeper than any physical wound. Overwhelmed, I crushed her to me, kissing her fiercely. "Lisa, you're fucking innocent. I just wanted to give you space. You have no idea how much you affect me."

I said, my voice raw with frustration and desperation. "I don't want to ruin you more than this. You have no idea what you're doing to me, but I need you to understand how much I care. How much I want to protect you."

I held her face gently, my thumb brushing away the tears still lingering on her cheeks. "Then don't push me away," she said softly, her voice trembling. "Just love me."

Her words, so simple yet profound, pierced through the chaos in my mind. I drew her close, our foreheads touching as I searched her eyes.

"Lisa, I'm not going anywhere," I vowed, my voice a husky whisper. "I need you to understand how deeply I feel for you. You're everything to me, and I'm going to protect you with everything I have. I might be a mess right now, but I'm here. I'm not leaving."

Her grip tightened around me, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. All that mattered was the vulnerability and intensity of our connection. "Promise me you won't shut me out," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I promise," I said, my heart heavy with the weight of my emotions. "I promise I won't shut you out. I'll be here, with you, through everything."

We held each other tightly, the raw intensity of our feelings creating a fragile but powerful bond. At that moment, I realized how much I needed her—and how much she needed me.

As I held her close, the chaos inside me only intensified. The weight of her tears and the soft tremble of her voice were overwhelming.

My thoughts were a storm of lust and something deeper—an undeniable pull that defied my usual control.

Lisa was stirring something within me that went beyond mere desire. Her body pressed against mine, her voice pleading, was a maddening combination that I couldn't ignore.

This wasn't just lust—it was an intense, consuming need that was shaking my very core.

I pulled back slightly, searching her eyes, and whispered, "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me? I can't think straight. You make me feel like I'm losing control, and it drives me wild."

She looked at me with a mix of fear and longing, her hands clutching my shirt. "Taehyung, I just need you. I need you to be here with me, to love me."

The way she said it, the way her voice cracked with emotion, made it impossible to resist. I knew I was on the edge of a precipice, but her presence was irresistible.

"I can't deny it anymore," I murmured, my hands sliding over her body. "I need you, Lisa. I need you like I've never needed anyone before."

I guided her back onto the bed, my movements rough but tender. Every touch and every kiss was fueled by the intense connection I felt.

No other woman compared to her—no one could ignite the same fire within me. I was driven by a need that went beyond physical, something raw and powerful.

As I took her into my arms, the world outside ceased to matter. All that remained was the overwhelming need to be with her, to let everything else fade away in the face of what we shared.

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My mind continued to race as I finished our sexual session with Lisa. I put a little kiss on her cheek after delicately tucking the blanket over her delightfully soft body.

Her serene expression, even in sleep, tugged at my emotions. I dressed quickly, pulling on my underwear and walking out to the poolside. The cool night air did little to ease my restless thoughts.

I pulled out my iPhone and dialed Jimin. After a few rings, his voice came through the line. "Hello, Taehyung. It's been days since you called. What's up?"

"I'm fine, Jimin," I replied curtly. "I need your help with something."

Jimin's tone shifted to concern. "Oh? I thought you were just calling to check in on me. What's going on?"

"Jimin," I said, frustration evident in my voice, "I'm not in the mood for casual conversation. You've always told me to call in favors when needed. Well, now's the time. I need something done, and I need it done fast."

There was a brief pause before Jimin responded, his voice filled with concern. "Hey, what's going on? You sound worked up. What's happened?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. "I need you to take care of something for me. Something serious. I can't explain everything right now, but it involves a certain person who crossed a line. I need it handled discreetly and effectively."

Jimin's voice softened, but his worry was palpable. "Alright, Taehyung. I'll help. Just tell me what you need."

"Just make sure it's done right," I said, my tone leaving no room for doubt. "And remember, it has to be clean. I can't afford any complications."

"Got it," Jimin replied. "I'll handle it. Just take care of yourself in the meantime."

I spoke with a steely resolve, "I need Santiago to be utterly destroyed. I want his company, his assets, everything he holds dear, to be destroyed until he's reduced to nothing but a beggar. I want him to suffer for causing me this disturbance."

Jimin's voice held a hint of curiosity and concern. "What happened to make you so intent on this?"

I struggled to keep my emotions in check, knowing I couldn't reveal everything. "It's nothing personal. I just need him out of my way, completely dismantled. Since you're in Spain, I thought you might be able to handle this. Otherwise, I have other connections I could use, but I trust you to get it done efficiently."

Jimin's tone became serious. "Alright, Taehyung. I understand. I'll make sure it's handled as you wish. Just let me know if there's anything else I need to know."

"Just make it thorough," I replied firmly. "And make sure there's no trace of what's done. I don't want any complications."

"Understood," Jimin said. "I'll get started on it right away."

As I hung up, I was left alone with my thoughts. The mission was set, but the weight of my emotions and the chaos surrounding Lisa still gnawed at me.

I needed to stay focused, but it was clear that my path was fraught with personal turmoil and complex decisions.

As I walked to my closet, I slipped into my sweatpants, the fabric clinging to my tense muscles. The frustration simmered just beneath my skin, threatening to boil over.

I made my way to the vanity, where I grabbed my cigarette and gold lighter. The metallic click echoed in the silence as I lit it, inhaling deeply, the familiar burn of smoke filling my lungs.

I needed this. I needed something to calm the storm raging inside me.

Exhaling a cloud of smoke, I stepped out of the room, my footsteps heavy with the weight of my thoughts. The night air was cool as I settled by the poolside, the still water reflecting the turmoil in my mind.

I took another drag, staring blankly at the shimmering surface, my mind replaying the events that had unfolded.

I didn't understand why my moment was ruined—why Lisa's presence had shattered what should have been a satisfying release.

Anger flared up, not at her but at the person who had dared to interfere. I should have been furious that my moment had been disrupted, furious at Lisa for being the cause, but I couldn't bring myself to direct that anger at her.

How could I? She was innocent. She didn't know any better; she didn't know what her presence had done to me or how it had unraveled everything.

I clenched my jaw, taking another drag, trying to push the thoughts away, but they persisted.

If that bastard hadn't touched Lisa, maybe I could have had my moment with Chaeyoung. Maybe I could have found the satisfaction I was seeking. But it wasn't about that anymore.

It was about Lisa.

It was always about Lisa, and that realization gnawed at me, clawing its way through my chest, leaving me raw and exposed.

How could I blame her for ruining my night with Chaeyoung when she didn't even know? She was clueless, unaware of the chaos she had caused in my head.

And that, more than anything, made me feel irritated—no, it made me feel helpless. I couldn't even direct my anger properly because, deep down, I knew it wasn't her fault.

But that didn't stop the frustration from building; it didn't stop the overwhelming sense of loss that washed over me.

All I could do was sit there, smoking in the quiet night, trying to make sense of the emotions that swirled within me, knowing that no matter what I did, it would always come back to Lisa. Always.

It was my mistake to leave her alone. That dog, Santiago, dared to touch her!

And yet, despite everything, she remains innocent—this crazy girl who still loves me without knowing that I don't even love her.

After finishing my cigarette, I crushed the butt and tossed it into the bin outside. The cool night air did little to calm the restlessness stirring within me.

With a sigh, I made my way back inside and walked quietly toward the bedroom, careful not to make any noise.

The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls, and there she was—Lisa's small figure curled up under the covers, her delicate features softened by sleep.

I paused for a moment, watching her. She looked peaceful, almost fragile. It was a side of her I rarely got to see—the stubborn, fierce girl I knew melted away, leaving behind someone vulnerable and serene.

My chest tightened inexplicably. How did she get under my skin like this?

I shook off the thought and turned towards the closet, pulling out a pair of gray sweatpants. I needed to clear my head, and a hot shower would help.

Moving silently, I slipped into the bathroom, the sound of water hitting the tiles the only thing cutting through the silence.

As the steam enveloped me, I stood under the spray, letting the heat wash away the tension coiled in my muscles.

Her laughter, her stubbornness, her smile—they were all burned into my mind.

Once I finished, I wrapped a towel around my waist and quickly changed into the sweatpants.

Water dripped from my hair as I stepped out of the bathroom, the soft sound of Lisa's steady breathing greeting me as I reentered the bedroom.

I moved slowly, slipping under the covers beside her, careful not to disturb her. As I settled in, her soft scent surrounded me—a mix of vanilla and something uniquely hers.

I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, my mind still racing with everything that had happened today Before I could stop myself, I turned onto my side, inching closer until I could feel the warmth radiating from her body.

She stirred slightly, murmuring something incoherent in her sleep. I found myself reaching out, my hand brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

Her skin felt soft under my fingertips, and I froze, holding my breath. What was I doing?

But I couldn't pull away. Not yet. There was something about her, something so magnetic that I felt powerless to resist.

She shifted again, unconsciously moving closer, and I could see her lashes flutter slightly. My heart thudded in my chest as I continued to watch her, caught in a moment that felt fragile and dangerous.

Then, without warning, she whispered my name. "Taehyung..."

It was barely audible—a breath more than a sound—but it sent a jolt through me. I stared at her, stunned. Was she dreaming of me?

My throat tightened, emotions I didn't want to name rising to the surface. Slowly, I leaned down, pressing a soft, almost hesitant kiss to her forehead.

"Sleep, Lisa," I murmured, my voice low and rough. "Just sleep."

And for the first time in a long while, I felt something other than the dark, suffocating emptiness that usually consumed me. It was unsettling, almost terrifying.

But I didn't move away. Instead, I stayed there, lying beside her, feeling the steady rhythm of her breathing against my chest.

She was chaos in my perfectly controlled world—a storm I couldn't tame, and yet I found myself wanting to be caught in its eye.

As I closed my eyes, I wondered how much longer I could keep this up. How much longer could I hold her like this, knowing I was walking a fine line between obsession and something deeper, something I didn't want to acknowledge?

But for tonight, I pushed those thoughts aside. For tonight, I allowed myself this small indulgence—just lying beside her, feeling her warmth, and letting the silence stretch on, unbroken.

As sleep began to pull me under, I realized one thing: I was already losing control over my life due to this girl Lisa Manoban.

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