[LISA]

I awoke to something soft and silky, my eyes tracing down to realize I was on his bed. The memories of the night before flooded back—a horrifying ordeal where he marked my body and subjected me to relentless torment.

The pain lingered, a constant reminder of his control over me. However, the unexpected shift in his demeanor during the massage left me grappling with conflicting emotions.

Struggling to rise, my body ached, a testament to the devil who now lay beside me. One wrong move had cost an innocent guard's life, and tears welled up as I faced the grim reality of my fate.

He, who had received everything from my father, had proven to be heartless, snatching away it all for the sake of property.

As he stirred, I gasped, attempting to make my way to the bathroom. Weakness overcame my legs, causing me to collapse back onto the bed.

The sudden movement roused my devilish stepbrother, his eyes opening to fixate on me. "Where are you going?" he inquired.

Ignoring his question, I decided to press forward, attempting to cover my exposed vulnerability with my hands as I moved toward the bathroom.

Each step was a struggle against both physical pain and the mental anguish of my predicament. The air in the room hung heavy with tension as I sought to reclaim a semblance of control over my own body and destiny.

Taehyung's firm grip on my hand forced me against the wall, and though I avoided meeting his gaze, I could feel his arms enveloping me.

I mustered the courage to speak, looking directly at him, and pleaded, "Leave me be and let me take a shower. I'm not going anywhere." But he remained unyielding, guiding me to the shower.

The rush of water as he opened the shower enveloped both of us, leaving our naked bodies exposed. Amidst the cascading water, I felt profound vulnerability and violation.

Taehyung's presence was suffocating, a constant reminder of the night's horrors, and I couldn't shake the sensation of being trapped, both physically and emotionally.

"Why?" I whispered, my voice nearly drowned out by the shower's roar. "Why are you doing this?" Taehyung offered no response, his grip on me unwavering.

While the water washed away the physical remnants of the night, the emotional scars remained deeply etched.

The tension in the air was palpable as I searched his eyes for any hint of remorse or humanity. In a sudden hush, the water ceased, and Taehyung released his grip.

I crumpled to the bathroom floor, the tiles cold against my aching body. I grappled with the harsh reality of my existence—a pawn in a game I never willingly joined.

When the warmth of the water touched my wounds, I couldn't help but hiss in pain. Taehyung kissed my cheeks gently, a gesture that left me feeling disgusted from within.

I held my silence, and as his movements descended, I mustered the strength to speak, barely audible, "Don't, please, not now. You've tortured me enough. I beg you." Ignoring my plea, Taehyung continued his actions, his touch unwavering.

I winced as the warm water mingled with the painful echoes of the night. The bathroom was now filled with a tense silence.

The air hung heavy with a sense of violation, my nakedness exposed not only to his gaze but also to the depths of my vulnerability.

Taehyung's lips trailed down my neck, and I shuddered, a mixture of discomfort and repulsion settling within me.

The whispered pleas for him to stop fell on deaf ears as his actions persisted, each moment eroding the last fragments of my shattered dignity.

In that vulnerable state, I found myself speaking again, my voice barely audible: "What satisfaction do you gain from this, Taehyung? Why torment me further?" He remained silent, his movements calculated and devoid of remorse.

The water, now tinged with a chilling undercurrent, seemed to echo the haunting reality of our twisted dynamic.

As his hands moved lower, I summoned the strength to utter, "This isn't power; it's cruelty. You've taken enough. Please, let me be."

The bathroom held the weight of our shared torment, the tiles beneath me unforgiving as I clung to the shreds of my humanity.

In the cold aftermath of his actions, I felt more defeated than ever, trapped in a cycle of abuse and manipulation that seemed to have no end. "You brought this upon yourself," he finally said, his tone devoid of empathy. "Your mistake cost a life, and now you'll pay the price."

As the water continued to fall, I couldn't fathom how my stepbrother had transformed into a monster. The betrayal cut deeper than any physical pain.

The steam from the shower blurred the lines between reality and nightmare. A bitter realization dawned on me—my life had become a pawn in a cruel game of power and greed.

The walls seemed to close in as I struggled to maintain composure. "Please..." I pleaded, my voice shaky. His cold eyes met mine, revealing a void where compassion once resided.

He proceeded to wash my body with an unexpected gentleness, leaving me bewildered by the contrast between his past cruelty and present care.

The man who had inflicted so much pain now behaved like a caring gentleman, prompting me to question if he was bipolar.

As his hands massaged away the physical torment, he reached for shampoo, intending to wash my hair. I halted him abruptly. "Just don't do anything; leave me alone," I cried.

He acquiesced, stating, "I am leaving. I'll send breakfast, and your clothes are in the closet. Take painkillers. We need to go to the mansion now."

Relief engulfed me as he exited the bathroom, wrapping himself in a towel. I observed him going through his morning routine, from spraying his signature perfume to applying moisturizer.

Each action seemed meticulous, a stark contrast to the chaos he had inflicted on my life.

Cleaning myself, I approached his wardrobe, feeling a sense of intrusion as I selected a dress he had likely handpicked.

The fabric draped elegantly, yet I couldn't shake the unease that came with wearing something chosen by the very person who had shattered my world.

Under the chosen dress, I donned lacy black underwear he had left for me—a subtle reminder of the control he wielded.

The delicate fabric felt incongruent against the weight of my emotions, a silent rebellion beneath the facade of compliance.

I walked to the bed. Collapsing on the bed, I felt an overwhelming numbness, grateful he wasn't present yet burdened by guilt.

Was I truly the cause of this disaster?

I bit my lower lip, wrestling with the weight of my thoughts.

Warm tears escaped, and as I wiped them away, I sat on the bed, reflecting on Taehyung's actions, particularly when he shot someone.

Sobbing, I curled up, wiping away my tears as a knock echoed through the room. Slowly opening the door, a maid greeted me with a sweet smile, delivering a tray of food.

"Miss, Master Taehyung told us to give you breakfast," she explained politely. I hesitated, expressing my lack of appetite, but she pleaded, revealing Taehyung's strict instructions.

Reluctantly, I accepted the tray, pondering the unjust suffering imposed by the devil who controlled my fate. As the maid left, I stared at the untouched breakfast, a bitter taste lingering in my mouth.

With a heavy heart, I took a few bites, more out of obligation than hunger. The food felt like ash, a stark reminder of the twisted reality I now inhabit.

After the half-hearted attempt at breakfast, I glanced at the clock; time seemed to stretch, each second an agonizing reminder of my entrapment.

As instructed, I swallowed painkillers, hoping they would dull both physical and emotional pain. Summoning the strength to rise from the bed, I made my way to the closet.

The array of clothes seemed meticulously chosen, reflecting Taehyung's taste rather than my own. I selected an outfit whose elegance was a stark contrast to the turmoil within me.

Dressing slowly, I couldn't escape the feeling of being a puppet, manipulated by forces beyond my control.

The reflection in the mirror seemed a stranger, a facade masking the turmoil within. Lacing up the shoes he had picked out, I steeled myself for the day ahead.

Leaving the room, the opulence of the penthouse halls felt suffocating. Every step echoed with a reminder of my compromised agency.

As I walked towards the appointed destination, my mind raced with unanswered questions, the weight of guilt pressing down on me.

The encounter with the maid lingered in my thoughts—a small pawn in Taehyung's grand game.

Was there a way to break free from this suffocating web, or was I destined to be forever entangled in the consequences of choices not my own?

Thoughts of my stepmother flickered through my mind, a glimmer of hope that despite our strained relationship, her motherhood might evoke some empathy.

Clinging to this slender possibility, I made my way to the main hall.

There, I found Taehyung seated on the couch, engrossed in his cell phone. His gaze lifted as he noticed me, interrupting his call. "Did you have breakfast?" he inquired.

I simply nodded, unwilling to engage further. His response came with a condescending approval: "Good girl, now we are going to the mansion."

The casualness with which he asserted control sent a shiver down my spine. As we headed towards the "mansion," the internal battle between compliance and the yearning for liberation intensified.

We both exited the penthouse, and the guard dutifully opened the car door for us. Climbing in, I found myself beside Taehyung, who took the driver's seat.

The engine hummed to life, and the car glided into motion. Throughout the journey, a heavy silence enveloped us. I stared out the window, watching the city blur into a background of indistinct shapes.

The rhythmic hum of the car seemed to synchronize with the turmoil in my mind, a constant reminder of the power dynamics at play.

Taehyung's focused gaze remained on the road, his indifference amplifying the isolation I felt. Each passing moment intensified the internal struggle between resignation and the yearning for freedom.

As the cityscape shifted, I couldn't escape the haunting question: Would I ever break free from the chains that bound me to this twisted fate?

Upon reaching the mansion, Taehyung locked eyes with me and uttered, "Last night was extraordinary for me. I just want to express my admiration for the sex we had. Don't misunderstand anything. I still won't leave you."

I nodded in response, opening the door for myself. Yet Taehyung halted me, insisting, "Go to your room and rest. I know your body lacks the strength for anything else."

Suppressing a bitter chuckle, I didn't dignify his heartless remark with a response. Eager to escape, we exited the car, and Taehyung handed his keys to the guard.

I hurried inside, feeling Taehyung's gaze on me as he headed to his room. Seizing an opportunity, I approached my stepmother's room and knocked, intending to expose the torment I endured at Taehyung's hands, all for the sake of seizing my dignity in his ruthless pursuit of property.

The door creaked open, revealing my stepmother's indifferent gaze. "What do you want? And where were you the whole day, and where is my son?" She snapped, seemingly uninterested in my distress.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I hesitated before finally blurting out the painful truth: "Taehyung... he... he took advantage of me last night, all for the sake of claiming the property. I can't bear this any longer, mother. Please help me. I wanted to tell you, please. He just threatened me he would kill Dad."

Her eyes flickered with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Don't bother me with your melodrama. You're just a means to an end for him, and so are you to me."

I recoiled from her callous response, feeling the weight of betrayal. "But... I thought you cared about me, that you might understand."

The sting from her slap lingered as I absorbed her harsh words. "You're naive if you thought this was anything more than a transaction. Deal with it and stop bothering me. And how dare you speak about my son?"Her handprint burned on my cheek, a painful reminder of my vulnerability.

Her accusations continued like a relentless storm. "Maybe it's your trick to humiliate us and my son." Another slap followed, leaving me breathless.

"Do you know your father sent a marriage proposal for you? Because of you, Jennie had to put forward her name. We endured humiliation because of you, and you dare to blame me."

I mustered the courage to say, "Mom, you never told me about this."

Her voice rose to a shout, drowning out my feeble attempt at understanding. "Didn't I tell you we'd have guests? Are you that stupid? Don't be so innocent. Get lost; I don't want to see your face."

Rejected and battered, I stumbled away, grappling with the weight of her revelations and the realization that my own family had orchestrated my downfall.

As I retreated, my stepmother's venomous words pursued me like a relentless shadow. "You're a burden, Lisa. Your mere existence ruins everything for us. Do you think anyone would willingly accept you as a daughter-in-law? Your father had no choice but to send out proposals for you, and now you've embarrassed us all."

She continued her onslaught, twisting reality to fit her narrative. "Jennie sacrificed for you, and you repay her kindness with ingratitude. It's always about you, isn't it? Playing the victim when you're the source of our misery. You're a stain on this family."

Tears welled up, but I dared not let them fall. I looked into her eyes, searching for a glimmer of humanity, but found only cold calculation.

"You're the reason your mother left us," she sneered. "You're just like her—selfish and irresponsible."

Desperate to defend myself, I stammered, "I didn't know about the marriage proposal." I was shocked that a marriage proposal had come for me, and I didn't know about this.

She scoffed, dismissing my words. "Ignoring is not an excuse. You've always been a burden, and now you're trying to destroy everything we've built. Get out of my sight before I do something I'll regret."

Feeling the weight of false accusations and manipulation, I stumbled away, the echoes of her toxic words haunting my every step. The door slammed shut, leaving me in shock.

Taehyung's entrance heightened the tension in the room. His dangerous gaze pierced through me as he commanded, "Didn't I tell you to go to your room?"

Without a word, I fled, rushing to the solitude of my room. Behind the safety of my closed door, I sank to my knees, the weight of the toxic environment finally breaking me.

Tears streamed down my face, each droplet carrying the weight of betrayal, manipulation, and false accusations.

The stifled sobs echoed in the silence of my room, a refuge tainted by the harsh realities of the mansion I reluctantly called home.

[TAEHYUNG]

As I walked towards my room, I noticed Lisa deep in thought. Pretending to head to my room, I observed her making her way to my mother.

An evil chuckle escaped me, anticipating that she might believe that revealing everything to my mother would be her salvation. What a naive and silly girl she was.

I slowly approached the room's side, witnessing the unfolding drama. Lisa, in tears, faced my mother's blame.

A wicked grin played on my lips as I gestured to my mother, signaling her to let Lisa know the consequences of her actions.

My entrance escalated the tension, and my dangerous gaze fixed upon her as I coldly commanded, "Didn't I tell you to go to your room?" Without a word, she fled, seeking solitude.

Entering my mother's room, I addressed her inquiry about my whereabouts, dismissing Lisa's claims. "So what, Mom? We take what we need, and I did what I had to. If it bothers you, don't worry; she's not my real sister. I never considered her a sister; she's just a woman I intend to use."

My mother, aware of my dominance and ruthlessness, acknowledged my stance as I reaffirmed my disregard for anything but my interests.

I use women as my toys, but she is an exception; she is mine to do anything. Maybe it was something that I wanted from our childhood.

My mother, accustomed to my assertiveness, met my explanation with a nod. "I don't care what you did with her; she is totally nothing to me. But what if she exposes our actions? What if this brings unwanted attention?" she questioned.

I confidently smirked, "Let her try. No one will believe her over us. We control the gameplay. Besides, she's just a pawn in our way."

My mother hesitated but ultimately acquiesced to my dominance. "You always know how to handle these situations, Taehyung. I don't care about anything now; just guide us on how to handle this and how you plan to go through it."

As I looked at my mother, I assured her, "I'll do what I want. Don't worry; just make sure she won't open her mouth. But I'm here for her. If she does, I know how to close it."

I added with a sly smile, emphasizing my intent by putting my dick into her beautiful, soft mouth. As she spoke, "What about the property papers?"

I looked at her and responded, "I had them with me, and I've put all her property in my name. Once she signs her will, it will all transfer into my name. However, we can't reveal it until we handle some matters. Now, you need to call Father and make him understand about Lisa. She doesn't want to get married and, if necessary, applies some pressure. You know the art of manipulation, Mother. It's just starting, and if she doesn't listen, tell me—I'll handle it, even if I have to break her."

On my bed Thoughts swirled in my mind as I contemplated the events. Last night, I had to eliminate my guard for disobedience, but I brushed it off, determined to do whatever it took to have Lisa, even if it meant destroying everything.

My mother, uneasy but compliant, nodded in understanding. "Taehyung, just be careful. You're playing a dangerous game."

A cold smile crossed my face as I reassured her, "Mother, I always am, as now I am leaving for work as today is a meeting, and I need to handle things my way."

As my mother said, "Well, tomorrow, Mr. Jeon will call us for dinner, so now it is better; we all need to go, and I'll also tell Mr. Kim about it so he will come." I nodded and said, "Do as you want, mother.".

With that, I rose from the bed, leaving her with a lingering sense of unease. The shadows of my determination played on the walls as I headed out, ready to navigate the intricate web I had woven.

I strolled into my opulent room, the air heavy with a sense of authority. The expansive space echoed my status as a man of power.

I navigated through the room, making my way to the lavish bathroom, where marble and gold adorned every surface.

After a calculated shower, the water washing away the remnants of the night's endeavors, I emerged, impeccably dressed in my dark suit.

Every detail, from the perfectly knotted tie to the polished shoes, reflected the facade of control I wore like a second skin.

My morning routine continued with a cold glance in the mirror, revealing the unyielding gaze of the ruthless man staring back at me.

Each move I made held a purpose—a choreography of estimated actions. Papers shuffled, calls answered, and decisions executed—my empire demanded my unwavering attention.

However, an unexpected impulse drove me to seek out Lisa once more.

Entering her room, I found her seated on the bed, fear flickering in her eyes as she looked up at me. "Why are you here now?" she questioned, a tremor in her voice.

I approached her calmly, responding, "You made a mistake by revealing our beautiful night to Mother. See, no one trusts you."

A painful chuckle escaped her lips as she retorted, "But God knows every disgusting act of yours, Taehyung."

Enraged, I pinned her against the wall, my tone deadly as I whispered, "My dear sweet Princess, why do you try so hard to show me that you're scared? I relish it. I want to see how much you'll resist me, Lisa, but in the end, you'll find yourself in my arms—only mine."

As my words hung in the air, a chilling tension enveloped the room. Lisa's eyes held a mixture of defiance and fear, her body tense beneath my grasp.

I could feel her heartbeat quicken against my hand, but the glint of rebellion in her gaze remained steadfast.

In response to my assertion, she scoffed, "You may think you have control, Taehyung, but you're delusional if you believe I'll ever willingly submit to you." Her words fueled the fire within me, stoking the desire to break down her resistance.

With a cruel smile, I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "Resistance is futile, my sweet. You can play this game, but in the end, you'll succumb to the reality that you're mine."

The venom in my voice matched the intensity of my hold, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play.

A shiver ran down her spine, and I felt a perverse satisfaction in the effect my words had on her.

Yet, beneath the façade of control, a deeper conflict brewed within me—a twisted dance of desire and dominance.

Releasing her from the wall, I stepped back, maintaining an air of calculated indifference. "Enjoy your defiance while it lasts, Lisa," I declared, turning to leave the room.

She smiled at me and said, "I will see, brother, how will you break me?" With a menacing smirk, I leaned in, my lips dangerously close to hers.

The air thickened with tension as I whispered, "Resistance only fuels my desire, Lisa. Your defiance is a futile struggle against the inevitable."

Ignoring the fire in her eyes, I claimed her lips with a forceful kiss, a possessive gesture that left no room for escape.

My grip on her tightened, as if sealing an unspoken pact. At that moment, the room became a battleground of wills; her struggle against my dominance met with an unyielding force.

As the kiss deepened—a cruel mixture of desire and control—I could sense her inner turmoil. The taste of rebellion lingered in the air, but I was determined to extinguish it.

Pulling back slightly, I stared into her eyes, a wicked satisfaction dancing in mine.

"You can't escape this, Lisa," I declared, my tone a blend of threat and promise. "No matter how hard you fight, you'll always belong to me."

With that, I released her from my grip, leaving her breathless and conflicted in the aftermath of our twisted encounter.

The air in the room hung heavy with the echoes of a power dynamic that seemed unbreakable. Exiting the room, I walked through the grandeur of my residence, where opulence met power.

Awaiting me was my loyal guard, ready to accompany me on the next conquest. We drove in silence, the luxury car slicing through the city, a symbol of my dominance.

Arriving at the prestigious company, I stepped out, the world bending to my will. As I reached my luxurious company, which I built on my own, even though my stepfather is a trillionaire, I always believed in my mind and skills.

As I went to my meeting room, the day unfolded with meetings, negotiations, and strategic maneuvers—a symphony of power orchestrated by a ruthless CEO.

When I wrapped up my work, I walked into my chamber, which is filled with everything that comes with the most expensive thing.

Later, when I was in my room, the struggle to stay away from her persisted. Lisa was like a drug; each encounter intensified my addiction.

Sitting in my office, I savored a cigar, exhaling smoke as the Lisa image lingered in my mind.

Closing my eyes, I let the memories play before chuckling and refocusing on the documents scattered across my desk.

A sinister smirk crossed my face as I crumpled and tossed the documents, fueling the fire.

These were details about my rival CEO, Cha Enwoo—information I could manipulate and destroy in ways they hadn't imagined.

I was a successful businessman and a feared man, mastering both the chess of business and the ruthlessness of the underworld since childhood.

At 18, I achieved unparalleled success, earning the title of "Ruthless Lethal." Fame and success lay beneath my feet, and my ambition knew no bounds.

Dialing my confidant, Min Jae, I issued a devilish order: "Collect all the proof against Cha Enwoo, my rival." Chuckles echoed through the call, a sinister orchestration of manipulation, before I ended it, leaving behind a trail of calculated schemes.

Picking up my phone, I dialed one of my men and said, "I need you to gather information about the man Jennie is planning to marry. I want to ensure he's a trustworthy name, Jeon Jungkook, who is going to be my brother-in-law soon." The associate responded, "Consider it done, sir. I'll get back to you with the details."

After a brief wait, the associate provided the information, saying, "I've looked into his background. He has a commendable history, and everything seems solid." Relieved, I replied, "Good job." I ended the call with information confirming the man's reliable background. I felt a sense of reassurance, knowing that Jennie had chosen someone trustworthy to enter her life.

Suddenly, one of my PAs came, appearing rather flirtatious and doing little more than wearing a pleasing face with no significant contributions.

She looks at me and says, "Sir, you have a meeting with Mr. Cha Enwoo at the Bastion Hotel," attempting to gain my attention.

"I need Taemin for the new PA; he is performing well in the company. At least he has some competence. I don't believe that a woman can work effectively. They are only good at seducing bosses; they are good for nothing. Whoever claimed that female PAs can do good work, I don't see it that way. You waste a lot of time," I respond.

Her eyes widen, and she questions, "What about me?"

I glared at her before saying, "Your mouth works well, but your brain doesn't. You can only give a good blow job; I don't need you now."

She kneeled toward me, grabbed my legs, and pleaded, "Please don't throw me out, sir."

I considered using her for my distraction, perhaps as a temporary plaything, so I said, "You'll work under my PA until I need you for my personal needs. Now get lost and send Taemin to my room." She nodded and said, "Sure, sir," before leaving.

As she left, I shook my head, feeling a mix of irritation and amusement at the scene that had just unfolded.

Moments later, Taemin arrived in response to my earlier orders. "Taemin, from now on, you'll be my new personal assistant."

I instructed him. "Handle my schedule, meetings, and any necessary tasks. And make sure everything is in order."

He nodded in acknowledgment. "Of course, sir. I'll do my best. Thank you for giving me a chance." I stood up and said, "You can go now, and we'll start working tomorrow."

Leaving my office, I descended the stairs with a singular focus—Lisa. I need to concentrate on my affairs. I can't believe what I am doing now.

Making my way to the garage, a three-story haven of custom and limited-edition vehicles, my driver stood up, looking at me. I said while looking at him, "You can come with the guard; I'll drive the car now." He nodded.

Choosing my black matte Bugatti, I drove towards my destination, a cigarette in hand and smoke swirling as I contemplated the need to distance myself from Lisa. I stopped the car at the hotel where I needed to meet Cha Enwoo.

The chauffeur was there, opening the door for me, and my guards walked out of the other car. Stepping out with dominance and the power I held, the manager guided me to the meeting room.

Entering the room, I saw Cha Enwoo sitting on his chair, holding a woman in his arms—Aria, one of my ex-bedmates whom I had tossed aside.

She got up from the chair as I walked in, and I positioned myself with dominance, placing my shoe on the table. Cha Enwoo looked at me and said, "Mr. Taehyung, I guess you came early."

I glanced at him and replied, "I guess you need to finish your work fast. I don't have time to wait." He spoke while looking at me, "Meet my girlfriend, Aria."

I chuckled and said, "Yes, she is one of my exes. Well, congratulations. You all choose those things, which I usually choose to discard." The air in the room was charged with tension and unspoken histories as the dynamics between us played out in the meeting space.

Cha Enwoo's face turned pale upon hearing my words, and he looked at Aria, shouting, "Get lost, you bitch." Aria, filled with fear, looked at me and quietly walked away from the scene.

I rose from the chair, stating, "I guess this meeting ends here. I don't think you are capable of doing anything." Cha Enwoo shouted at me, declaring, "I'll soon be going to destroy you, Taehyung. Mark my words."

I laughed and retorted, "Sure, I'll be waiting for you, Cha Enwoo." He attempted to hit me, but I swiftly grabbed his hand, twisting it.

He hissed in pain while cursing me. I kicked his leg, forcing him to kneel in front of me, saying, "You can only do one thing well, and that's to suck my cock." Before he could react, I slapped him hard, then walked out of the room with composure.

Heading towards my car, I maintained my composed demeanor. As I entered the car, my guards were waiting for me.

I started to drive away, leaving behind the tense atmosphere of the failed meeting and asserting my dominance in the face of Cha Enwoo's threats.

As my mother's call interrupted my thoughts, fury built within me. Her words only fueled my rage.

Ending the call abruptly, I sped towards the mansion, emotions swirling, unsure how I'd handle the intensifying urge to possess her.

As I halted my car at the mansion when I reached it, my guards approached, but I swiftly opened the door and rushed into Lisa's room.

Rage surged within me, fueled by the knowledge of my mother's interference. Entering the room, I witnessed Jennie raising her hand against Lisa.

Without hesitation, I intervened, grabbing Jennie's hand and shooting her a fierce glare, my anger palpable in the charged atmosphere.