TAEHYUNG POV

As I entered the room, my mind was focused solely on Lisa. The sight of her, her hands bound with my belt, her clothes torn, sent a surge of primal desire through me. I didn't hesitate; I shed my clothing without a second thought. The need to possess her, to make her mine, consumed every other thought.

Approaching her, I felt a surge of possessiveness and desire. I couldn't resist the urge to claim her in the most primal way possible. As I kissed her with a ferocity that would be unforgettable, I could feel her fear mingling with desire as I untied her hand.

Her moans and cries only fueled my desire further. The sound of her pleasure mixed with pain was intoxicating. I couldn't help but revel in the power I held over her.

The smack of my hand against her skin sent a rush of satisfaction through me as she screamed incoherently, her body trembling with pleasure. I relished the control I had over her and the way she yielded to me completely.

Mocking her only heightened the intensity of the moment. Seeing her completely under my control, succumbing to her desires, filled me with a sense of dominance unlike anything else.

As I bit into her flesh, feeling her writhe beneath me, I knew there was no turning back. The sensation of her pain mingled with pleasure only drove me further, pushing me to push her limits even more.

I showed no mercy, no hesitation. She was mine to command, mine to dominate. As she screamed in pain and pleasure, I knew there was nothing in this world that could compare to the ecstasy of having her completely under my control.

As I thrust into her relentlessly, I could hear Lisa's muffled sounds around my fingers, slick with the evidence of her arousal. Despite her resistance, I could feel her body responding to my touch; her moans betrayed her true desires.

"Please... stop," she managed to gasp out between breaths, her voice strained with a mixture of desperation and pain.

Gripping her hair firmly, I pulled her closer to me, ignoring her pleas. "You're mine," I growled, my voice low and commanding, drowning out her protests.

Her eyes widened with fear, and I could see the spark of defiance flicker within them. With a tight grip on her throat, I pushed my fingers deeper into her mouth, feeling her gag around them.

"You belong to me," I whispered harshly, my breath hot against her ear, as I left marks on her neck, branding her as my possession.

Her cries of pain mingled with pleas drove me wild, pushing me to go harder and faster. "You're nothing but my plaything," I reminded her, my voice dripping with dominance.

As I buried myself deeper inside her, I could sense her resistance waning and her body betraying her true desires. "You like that, don't you?" I taunted, knowing full well the effect I had on her psyche.

Her widened thighs invited me in even deeper, a sign of her submission to my will. "No," she whimpered weakly, but her body's response told a different story.

Pulling on her hair, I watched with sadistic satisfaction as she continued to obey, her actions confirming her powerlessness. "That's it," I encouraged mockingly, relishing in the control I had over her.

Spitting onto her, I watched as my saliva trailed down her skin, a symbol of my dominance. "You're mine," I sneered, a cruel glint in my eyes as I forced her into submission, claiming her completely against her will.

I shoved my shaft deep inside of her feminity, hearing Lisa as she mewled and feeling my heavy thrusts as I used my other hand to grip and pull at her hair. I pulled her hair, pulling her up to my body.

I gripped her throat tightly, shoving my fingers even deeper inside her throat. I bit at her neck, making marks and blowing at the skin. "My good little Sl-t. You know Lisa, I always wanted you, but you are just being a woman who is so stubborn!" I spat at Lisa's neck as I bit her even harder, grinding into her with impressive speed.

Lisa moaned loudly, choking on the fingers, which were shoved deeper into her throat. Tears leaked down her face as her eyes rolled into her head. She felt me push her head down as my fingers dug into her throat.

I pushed even deeper inside of her, feeling that he had bottomed out inside of her. "Mpffph," she gurgled out, opening her thighs even wider for me.

I tugged at her hair, pulling it back and forth as I smirked as I spoke, "Good bitch, taking my shaft like a good Sl-t. I trained you well!" I spat. Lisa moaned out, brokenly, too far gone to realize.

She felt my fingers grab onto her chin as I licked up her back, pounding her harder. "Want to get bred Sl-t? But once you're bred, you're my Sl-t forever; does the little Sl-t want that?" I beckoned to Lisa, too far gone to answer.

I smirked, knowing that I would breed my little plaything anyway. I changed angles, pounding my hips harder against her hips in a fast motion as I took the hand from around.

I watched as Lisa mumbled and chanted out a little noise, which I found hilarious: "Such a delirious little Sl-t. But it can't be helped. Can it be my breeding b*tch? Once you see my length, you turn into a massive Sl-t!" I laughed. Her eyes turned white as tears leaked out of her eyes. Her climax didn't seem to be stopping.

I continued to pummel inside of her at a fast rate, laughing at the pathetic sight of my never-ending climax. "Good bitch.. Take this like a good Sl-t." I slapped Lisa's hip, digging my nails into the skin, and watched as Lisa convulsed again.

She squirted, covering the bed with liquid. Lisa, let my shaft expand. She shivered, her legs twitching with anticipation. I growled, "Let's see how much cum you can hold!" I rubbed Lisa's neck as I came loudly, pushing my shaft even deeper inside of Lisa.

Lisa lay tired as she moaned weakly, feeling my shaft extend into her already battered uterus. She moaned a tired hand against her stomach, feeling it extend with the river of cum poured inside of her.

She felt her body move as I carried her body, kissed her softly, and bit her with my fingers. She struggled with my grip. I kissed the shell of her ear. She laughed as she moaned, shutting her tired eyes as her feminity spasmed.

As I continued to ravage her, a pang of something unfamiliar tugged at my heartstrings as her cries grew louder. It was a sensation I couldn't quite place—perhaps a twinge of guilt or a fleeting moment of empathy. But I quickly pushed it aside, drowning it out with the intoxicating rush of power and control.

Her tears mingled with the sweat on her skin, a stark reminder of the pain I was causing her. And yet, despite her anguish, her body still responded to my touch, her moans betraying a deeper, more primal need.

As I looked down at her, vulnerable and broken beneath me, a part of me wanted to stop, to release her from the torment I was inflicting. But the need to dominate, to assert my control over her, was stronger than any fleeting sense of compassion.

I tightened my grip on her, my fingers digging into her flesh as I continued to thrust into her with relentless force. The sounds of her cries echoed in the room, a symphony of pain and pleasure that only fueled my desire further.

And as I finally reached my release, a hollow emptiness settled within me, though I quickly buried it beneath a facade of indifference. Withdrawing from her, I left her trembling and broken on the bed. My satisfaction and need for control consumed me at that moment.

As I carefully looked at her trembling figure, the weight of my actions pressed heavily on my conscience. With each click of the release mechanism, Lisa's cries pierced the air, her anguish echoing in the room like a haunting melody.

Her words, raw with emotion, struck me like a dagger to the heart. "Done, I started to care for you. I thought maybe you had changed, but you've broken me again. You didn't trust me and did this to me," she sobbed, her voice cracking with pain and betrayal.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, each droplet a testament to the agony she endured at my hands. And as I watched her anguish unfold before me, the realization of my actions weighed on me like a heavy burden.

In that moment, I saw the depth of the wounds I had inflicted upon her fragile heart, the trust shattered by my lack of faith and understanding. And as her tears fell like rain, I knew that I had to do everything in my power to make amends, to mend the pieces of her broken spirit, and to earn back her trust, no matter the cost.

The weight of her words pressed down on me, the suffocating realization of my actions crushing my chest. As her tears touched my face, I couldn't bear the pain any longer. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, my voice barely audible amidst the turmoil raging inside me.

Silently, I climbed off the bed, the burden of my actions weighing heavily on my shoulders. Pulling on my pants, I moved without a word, each step filled with the ache of remorse.

Approaching her vanity, I searched for something to ease the pain I had caused in my rage. My heart twisted with self-loathing as I found a soothing lotion and ointment.

Returning to the bed, I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the pain that now gnawed at my once unyielding heart. As I reached to apply the lotion to her body, her hand briefly touched mine, but she jerked it away sharply.

"What is this? Are you doing this to control me, Taehyung? Is marriage just a way for you to assert dominance over me? You never considered my feelings," she accused, her voice laced with betrayal and hurt.

I remained silent, my hands moving with purpose as I applied the ointment to her trembling body. Though she did not attempt to resist, her eyes bore into mine, filled with pain and silent accusation. I found myself at a loss for words, unable to offer any comfort that could undo the damage I had caused.

Rising from the bed, I crossed the room to my vanity, where I retrieved my cigarette and lighter. With a heavy heart, I made my way to the balcony, seeking solace in the chilly embrace of the night.

Retrieving a cigarette and a lighter, I closed my eyes, the bitter smoke providing a momentary distraction as the pain inside me threatened to crush me. In that solitude, I clung to the remnants of my shattered composure, resisting the urge to let the broken pieces spill out.

Jealousy and regret consumed me as I observed Cha Eunwoo's interactions with Lisa. The sight of his touch upon her stirred a tempest of emotions within me, clouding my thoughts with irrationality.

Yielding to the impulsive surge, I swiftly retrieved my iPhone and dispatched a message to Min Jae, one of my trusted men, issuing a command.

"Cha Eunwoo has crossed a line by daring to lay hands on what is mine. Tomorrow, I will end him. Also, arrange for my departure to the USA to meet with Namjoon regarding the black money. After that, I will personally deal with his deceit."

Min Jae's swift response confirmed the grim outcome awaiting Cha Eunwoo. "Boss, your orders will be carried out swiftly. Cha Eunwoo's in the warehouse as per your order. Your meeting with the mafia boss Namjoon has also been arranged for tomorrow and all necessary preparations have been made."

I ended the call with a divulgence. As the weight of my decisions settled upon me, I steeled myself for the turbulent events that lay ahead. I understood that the choices I made would have far-reaching consequences, shaping the trajectory of our underworld dealings.

The impulsive decision hung in the air, a manifestation of my chaotic emotions, setting a course of action that could unravel everything further. I extinguished the smoke and entered the room, witnessing Lisa in tears on the bed. The sight was unbearable, and a surge of guilt washed over me.

Not knowing how to make amends, I approached my closet, pulling out a shirt that I extended toward her. However, she vehemently rejected it, saying, "Don't touch me now, and don't show this sympathy to me." I averted my gaze and insisted, "Wear it. I'll take you to your room before our parents come."

Her response cut through the air, filled with pain and bitterness, as she remarked, "Oh wow, now a new game. Oh, sorry, Taehyung; I mean, dear husband. What do you want me to do? I should be smiling and just become your puppet." The intensity of the situation weighed heavily on the room.

In the charged atmosphere, the toxicity of our words lingered, and I responded with an edge in my voice, "You're the one playing games, Lisa. Don't act like the victim here. You knew what you were getting into."

She shot back, "Oh, I knew? Is this what I signed up for? A husband who treats me like a possession, a puppet for his games? Congratulations, Taehyung. You've successfully destroyed any trust I had left."

My frustration boiled over as I retorted, "You're the one who betrayed my trust first. what you were doing with that guy, Cha Eunwoo? Flirting Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

Her eyes filled with defiance as she fired back, "Flirting? Or just talking, which is something you've forgotten how to do? I won't explain you anything. You have tortured my soul; you just destroyed me. You've become a monster, Taehyung."

The exchange of toxic words continued, each sentence adding fuel to the growing fire of resentment and pain that engulfed us both.

She uttered, "I can't bear to see your face. I harbor a profound hatred for you now. But I'll maintain my silence because my love for my father surpasses even my own life, and you've shattered everything."

As she slipped into the garment, her beauty retained its captivating allure, even as she attempted to rise from the bed. However, a subtle moan of pain escaped her lips, immediately drawing my attention. With a sense of urgency, I approached her side, intending to offer assistance.

But as I moved to scoop her into my arms, she forcefully pulled away, her defiance palpable. "Let me go. I can manage on my own," she asserted, her voice tinged with determination.

My gaze bore into hers, a mixture of concern and frustration evident in my expression. "Stop resisting, Lisa," I insisted sternly, hoping to convey the seriousness of the situation.

In response, she retorted sharply, her words laced with bitterness, "Or what? Will you obliterate me or end my life?"

Ignoring her defiance, I lifted her gently into my arms, carrying her toward her room with care. As I laid her down on the bed, her eyes met mine with a potent mix of disdain and hurt, her emotions laid bare.

"Leave me alone when you can't even trust me," she spat out, her words dripping with bitterness and wounded pride.

Her accusation struck a chord within me, igniting a flurry of conflicting emotions. Despite my intentions to protect her, it seemed I had only succeeded in deepening the chasm between us. With a heavy heart, I lingered in the doorway, grappling with the weight of her words and the uncertain future that lay ahead.

With a heavy heart and a sense of resolve, I carried her into her room, carefully laying her down on the bed. Despite her protests and the lingering tension between us, my concern for her well-being overshadowed any feelings of frustration or hurt.

As I set her down, I couldn't help but notice the vulnerability in her expression and the pain etched into every line of her face. It was a stark reminder of the fragility of our bond, a bond that seemed to teeter on the edge of collapse with each passing moment.

As I prepared to depart, my gaze inadvertently landed on her sketchbook. A small paper peeked out, catching my attention. I approached it, discovering a sketch of myself.

Despite the turmoil, pain, and anger, she had captured my essence with a touch of madness. The lines on the paper echoed the intensity of our emotions, a silent testament to the complex dance between love and resentment.

I closed my eyes, grappling with the tumultuous emotions swirling within me. The desire to remain by her side warred with the overwhelming rage that threatened to consume me. Unable to contain the storm raging within, I succumbed to its fury.

Pain failed to register amidst the chaos as I unleashed my anger upon the confines of my room. With each kick and smash, I watched as my surroundings descended into disarray, the once orderly space now reduced to a jumble of broken fragments and scattered belongings.

I received a message from my guard informing me that Jennie's wedding was over and my parents were on their way back to the mansion. The impending return of my parents added another layer of tension to the already complicated situation.

As I retrieved my iPhone, I dialed my guard's number, and he promptly answered, greeting me with, "Hello, sir. What can I do for you?" My order was delivered in a stern tone as I instructed, "Take them to the Mall Road side."

He responded slowly, "But, sir, it will take 3 hours to reach, as you already showed the shortcut." My frustration surfaced as I shouted, "Do what I told you; don't dare to cross me. If they ask why you are not taking the shortcut, tell them the road is under construction." His acknowledgment came with a hint of warning as he spoke slowly, sensing my stern tone, "Sure, sir, as you wish."

Ending the call, I proceeded to contact the maidservant in charge of cleaning my house. No one dared to speak against me. After donning my shirt, I left my room, encountering a maid heading my way.

She glanced at me and bowed. I said, "Clean my room in one hour, and then return to your quarters." She nodded obediently as I made my way to Lisa's room, feeling a twinge of hesitation before knocking on the door.

I turned the doorknob and entered Lisa's room, the sound of her cries piercing the otherwise quiet atmosphere. As I approached the vanity, I retrieved the ointment, sensing her distress even from a distance.

Moving closer to the bed where Lisa lay, I could see the tension in her body as she tried to pull away upon my arrival. Ignoring her resistance, I settled down beside her, gently reaching out to hold her trembling form.

"Don't move," I whispered, my voice a soothing reassurance amidst her turmoil. "Our parents are on their way, so we need to act normal."

With careful hands, I began to apply the ointment to the bruises marring her delicate skin, my touch gentle yet purposeful. As I worked, I could feel the weight of her pain, the silent tears staining her cheeks mirroring the ache in my own heart.

Despite her initial resistance, Lisa gradually relaxed into my embrace, finding solace in the warmth of my presence. With each tender gesture, I sought to convey my unwavering support and love, silently vowing to protect her from any harm that dared to threaten her.

As the ointment seeped into her skin, soothing the physical wounds of her ordeal, I held her close, offering a silent refuge in the storm of her emotions. At that moment, amidst the quiet intimacy of her room, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, bound by an unbreakable love.

Lisa managed a strained smile, her response carrying a note of bitterness: "Sure, sir, whatever you say. Even though I'm being ruined, I need to act normal. How inhuman you are." Despite her defiance, I persisted, leaning in to kiss her lips.

She resisted, pushing me away, and as I broke the kiss, I observed tears glistening in her eyes. In an attempt to assert dominance, I said, "Lisa, now I am your husband. I have my rights, and you are my woman."

Lisa's tearful smile held a mixture of despair and resignation. "You've destroyed everything, even the semblance of a normal relationship between step-siblings. It's repulsive, and you've left chaos in your wake."

she said, her voice quivering with both sorrow and anger. Undeterred by her emotions, I locked eyes with her and coldly replied, "I don't care if you find it repulsive or believe I've left chaos. I'll continue my actions because I want you."

As her gaze bore into mine, she whispered, "I wish you could comprehend the depth of my pain, but your obsession blinds you, Taehyung. You're a madman."

A chilling chuckle escaped my lips as I declared, "I am a madman, Lisa, and this is my madness—an obsession that makes you my possession." The room seemed to tighten with an ominous energy, encapsulating the dangerous dynamic that had woven its way into our lives.

Lisa's eyes betrayed a mix of fear and defiance. "You're playing with fire, Taehyung. This possession you speak of is destroying us both." Ignoring her plea, I leaned in, intensifying the atmosphere.

"I thrive in the flames, Lisa. Our connection, however, twisted, is my sanctuary." The air crackled with an unsettling tension as the room bore witness to the volatile dance of emotions and desires that consumed us.

She pushed against my chest, a futile attempt to create distance. "This is madness, and it will devour us," she warned, her voice quivering. Unyielding, I gripped her shoulders, the intensity in my eyes unwavering. "Madness is my realm, Lisa, and you're entwined in it. Embrace it, for there's no escaping what we've become."

As the seconds hung heavy, our breaths intermingled in the charged air. Lisa's struggle evolved into a resigned acceptance, a recognition of the perilous path we tread.

I stood up abruptly from Lisa's bed and declared, "Take a shower and then sleep. I don't want to see you outside the room without my permission, or else I'll treat you even more harshly." With that, I slammed the door shut, the echo of my stern warning lingering.

As I heard the distant sounds of a car, indicating my parents' arrival, I hurried to the main hall. The maid, timely exiting my room, informed me, "Sir, I have cleaned your room." I nodded, signaling her to leave, and she promptly headed towards the servant quarters on the other side of the mansion.

The door swung open, revealing my parents entering the mansion. As they approached, my stepfather's concerned gaze met mine. He spoke anxiously, "Taehyung, what happened? Where is Lisa? Is she okay?" The weight of their expectations and the tangled web of lies

I maintained a composed demeanor as I explained, "She is sleeping; she just fainted due to low blood pressure. I brought her to the mansion, and she is resting now." My mother observed me with judgmental eyes and remarked, "I am amazed you both had a great bond, but Jennie was missing you both. Hope Lisa is fine."

With a reassuring smile, I responded, "Yes, she is fine. No worries; both of you can go and take a rest. I know it is exhausting." My stepdad expressed his concern: "Taehyung, I'm so worried about Lisa. I'll stay here until she gets better, and even if you say she's resting, I won't go and bother her. It's good she's resting now."

I nodded, emphasizing, "You should also go and get rest." He acknowledged me and bid me goodnight before leaving. My mother continued to scrutinize me, asking, "What is going on?"

I met her gaze and replied, "Nothing." Unconvinced, she pressed on, "Then why did you bring her here, leaving your sister's wedding? Is she that important? If she died, it wouldn't matter to me."

I suppressed my anger as I declared, "I also don't care, but she is needed for something that I can see but you can't. Tomorrow, I'll go to London for my work."

My mother scrutinized me and remarked, "I hope your work goes well, but I don't want to see you near her. She is nothing but a golden key to us for the property we have now; she is useless to us."

Glaring at her, I retorted, "It is my game. Don't involve yourself in anything you can't understand. Now go, Mother, take rest." The tension in the room lingered a silent acknowledgment of the power play and hidden motives that governed our interactions.

As my mother left, visibly affected by my warning, I walked into my room, finding it meticulously clean. I approached my bed, lay down, and closed my eyes. The distant sound of Lisa's cries echoed in the background, a haunting reminder of the turmoil I had ignited.

The conflicting emotions within me raged as I grappled with the consequences of my actions. I acknowledged the need to give Lisa time to comprehend the complex web we were entangled in. However, my determination to end Cha Eunwoo lingered, a relentless pursuit fueled by my twisted motivations.

In the dimness of my room, I contemplated the path I had chosen, recognizing the darkness that surrounded me. The weight of my desires and the tangled relationships seemed to suffocate the air, leaving me to navigate the intricate maze of emotions that threatened to consume us all.

I was left alone with my thoughts, contemplating the intricate dance of manipulation and desire that had become an integral part of my existence.

LISA POV

My brain and body throbbed with the aftereffects of the terrifying night I had spent with Taehyung, as I woke up to a world bathed in dreary morning light. I was desperate to leave the warped world he had created after he, my stepbrother who had become my forced husband, showed me a darker side.

As I ventured toward the bathroom, the warm water stung my wounds, each drops a painful reminder of Taehyung's brutal actions. His bites, like a predator's mark, adorned my entire body.

After cleansing away the dried blood and remnants of the night, I carefully selected a baggy black hoodie and sweatpants, choosing to conceal the visible evidence of his dark desires. Underneath, I wore lacy black underwear—a small act of reclaiming some semblance of control over my own body.

Collapsing onto the bed, I felt a profound numbness. I was grateful that Taehyung wasn't present, yet the guilt of breaking my promise to avoid interactions with other men lingered. Was I the root cause of this unfolding disaster?

Tears welled up as I thought about Taehyung's violent confrontation with Cha Eunwoo. I sobbed and curled up on the bed, questioning whether my actions truly ignited the chaos that now engulfed us.

A knock on the door interrupted my torment. Holding onto the bed for support, I made my way to answer it. The door revealed a maid, her sweet smile in stark contrast to the dark shadows that had cast their pall over my life.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Holding onto the bed for support, I walked towards the door, opening it to be greeted by a sweet smile from one of the maids.

"Ma'am Lisa, good morning. If you are awake now, please come to the dining hall, as sir is waiting for you," she said politely. I managed a smile and replied, "Sure, I'll come. You can go."

As she left, I concealed the pain behind my smile, walking to the mirror, gazing at my reflection, and attempting to act normal. Confusion clouded my thoughts. I couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

Why did my heart feel conflicted, at rest yet restless? Taehyung, despite destroying me, seemed to have a grip on my emotions. The internal struggle disgusted me, yet an inexplicable pull lingered, leaving me entangled in a web of conflicting emotions.

Summoning strength, I left the confines of my room and ventured into the opulent halls of our mansion. The air felt heavy with the weight of my experiences, each step echoing the silent struggle within me.

As I descended into the main hall with a vision of luxury, I caught sight of my stepmother and father seated at the grand dining table.

Their expectant gazes locked onto me as I approached, the contrast of their composed demeanor against the turmoil within me accentuating the facade of normalcy.

The polished surroundings and lavish decor only served to magnify the stark disparity between appearance and reality.

My stepmother, adorned in sophistication, acknowledged my presence with a nod, while my father, a figure of authority, observed with concern etched on his face. The atmosphere held a tension that could not be concealed by the ornate surroundings.

With a forced smile, I greeted them, "Good morning." Their responses were measured, and as I took my seat, the weight of the previous night's events hung heavily over the dining table.

I wondered if they could sense the upheaval beneath the surface or if my attempts at composure were convincing enough to maintain the illusion of normalcy.

My father's concerned gaze deepened as he asked, "How are you feeling, Lisa? I was worried about you as Taehyung told me you get fainted." I settled into the chair.

Suppressing the physical and emotional turmoil within me, and replied with a forced smile, "I'm fine; just a bit tired, Brother is telling the truth that I fainted."

As I spoke the words, my eyes involuntarily scanned the room, searching for the presence I dreaded—the man I now despised, Taehyung. Despite my efforts to maintain a facade of normalcy, the internal conflict threatened to surface.

My father continued to scrutinize me, sensing an underlying tension. "Are you sure everything is alright?" he pressed. I nodded, reiterating, "I'm fine; I just need some rest. I'll be fine, and I am sorry because of me, you all faced many problems." The lie tasted bitter on my tongue, but revealing the truth seemed unfathomable at that moment.

My father continued to scrutinize me, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow. "Are you sure everything is alright?" he pressed, probing for the truth. I nodded, trying to reassure him, "I'm fine; I just need some rest. I'll be alright, and I'm sorry if my presence caused any trouble for everyone."

The lie lingered in the air, heavy with unspoken truths and the weight of the ordeal I couldn't bring myself to reveal. My father, ever the pillar of strength, accepted my explanation, though a shadow of worry remained in his eyes.

As I settled into the charade, the opulence of the dining room juxtaposed against the tumultuous emotions within, creating a surreal tableau of deception and unspoken struggles. The bitter taste of the lie lingered, a silent agreement to shield them from the darker reality that lurked beneath the surface.

"Yes, we were about to face a problem, but we handled it, my dear," my stepmother interjected, her words laced with a tone of disdain that betrayed the underlying resentment she held for me.

It was a sentiment I had long become accustomed to—an unwarranted animosity that only deepened the complexities of my existence in this mansion.

Despite the venom in her voice, I nodded in acknowledgment, maintaining a facade of composure. "We care for you, Lisa. You need proper rest," I responded, my words echoing with a sincerity that masked the intricate web of dynamics within our relationships.

As the conversation unfolded, the atmosphere in the room shifted the moment Taehyung made his entrance. Dressed impeccably in a suit, he exuded a dangerous aura that seemed to permeate the air, casting a shadow over everything in his vicinity. Despite my inner turmoil and simmering resentment, there was no denying the magnetic allure that clung to him like a dark cloak.

My heart pounded with a mixture of fear and loathing as I watched him, a surge of hatred coursing through my veins. Every fiber of my being screamed out against his presence, yearning to break free from the suffocating grip of his influence. I despised him with every fiber of my being, despised the control he wielded over me, despised the way he twisted and manipulated everything to suit his desires.

And yet, despite my vehement hatred, a part of me couldn't help but be drawn to him, to the raw power and dominance he exuded with every step. It was a sickening realization, one that filled me with a sense of self-loathing even as I struggled to resist his pull. But as much as I hated him, I knew deep down that escaping his clutches would be easier said than done.

He settled down on the chair beside me, his presence commanding attention. The room seemed to be tense with an unspoken energy as his gaze met mine briefly, a silent acknowledgment of the complicated dynamics that bound us.

My stepmother's disdainful tone wavered slightly in the face of Taehyung's arrival, a testament to the authority he held within these walls.

A pretense of normalcy resumed the lavish surroundings serving as a backdrop to the intricate dance of deception and hidden animosities.

As Taehyung sat beside me greeting our parents, the air thickened with unspoken tension, and I couldn't help but wonder how long this facade could be sustained before it crumbled under the weight of its complexities.

After a while, the tension in the room eased as a cadre of butlers and maids efficiently orchestrated the serving of breakfast. The polished silverware and delicate china contrasted with the underlying complexities of our relationships, creating a surreal tableau of opulence and hidden struggles.

As the array of dishes adorned the table, a temporary veneer of normalcy settled over us. Amidst the orchestrated routine of the staff, I glanced at Taehyung, his devilish demeanor seemingly unaffected by the turmoil that churned within me.

Our interactions, laden with unspoken animosities and shared past, played out against the backdrop of the luxurious breakfast spread, a visual paradox that mirrored the intricate tapestry of our lives in that mansion.

Taehyung's voice, slow and deliberate, grabbed my attention. "I am going to the USA for a meeting. I'll maybe come back after 2 days," he announced. My father, seizing the opportunity, chimed in, "Oh, well, Taehyung, I need you to oversee the Chaeunwoo project." Taehyung's smile remained, replying, "Sure, Dad. I'll handle the meeting with him."

Then, my father took the conversation in an unexpected direction. "Taehyung, my son, I want you and Lisa to get married soon. I want to see you both happy." I couldn't hide the flash of anger in my eyes as I glanced at Taehyung, but I restrained myself from saying anything.

My stepmother joined in, her words adding fuel to the growing tension. "Yes, Taehyung. I want you to get married. It is time for you to settle down, my boy. I also want to see my boy having a beautiful family."

The weight of their expectations settled heavily in the room, and I couldn't escape the realization that my fate was being determined by forces beyond my control.

My father's concerned gaze shifted towards me as he spoke, "Lisa, today I'll take you to the doctor. I'm worried about you." I tried to dismiss the concern, saying slowly, "Dad, I am fine."

However, before my father could respond, Taehyung interjected without looking at me, "I'll take her to the doctor. I know someone, and she's already been treated by them. They can provide better care."

My father, perhaps eager to have someone else handle the situation, agreed, "Sure, do as you see fit, my son." Taehyung stood abruptly, announcing, "I am done," and left the room.

I rose from my chair, an unnoticed rage building within me. I couldn't forget what he had done, and now his pretense of concern felt like a cruel game. "I am going to my room to get ready," I stated slowly, my parents nodding in acknowledgment.

As I left the room, a decision formed: I would confront Taehyung. His manipulative games had pushed me to the brink, and I couldn't endure them any longer. The journey to his room would be a confrontation, a reckoning with the turbulent emotions that threatened to consume me.

I knocked on the door, and I heard his cold yet deep voice granting permission for me to enter. As I stepped into his room, I found him packing his suitcase. He paused but didn't look at me as he uttered, "Why are you here now?"

My bitter chuckle echoed in the tense silence. Then, fueled by years of simmering resentment, I lashed out. With a whip-crack sound, my hand collided with the side of his face. But Taehyung didn't flinch. He didn't even look at me. The sting in my palm mirrored the emptiness in my chest. He remained an unyielding statue, my anger shattering against his indifference.

Slowly, I spoke, "Now, what's your game? Why didn't you tell our parents that you were married to me? You know you deserve that slap. What's your plan? Are you going to punish me again?" The room hung heavy with the tension of unspoken truths and simmering rage.

"Why did you ruin me? First, you took my property, then you took advantage of me, and now you're married to me, treating me like a stress ball for your amusement. I hate you," I whispered slowly, the bitterness of resentment coloring each word.

He responded, his voice cold and dismissive as he moved away from me. "It's all my choice. Don't question me," he declared, his words dripping with arrogance and authority. Enraged by his audacity, I lunged forward, grabbing his collar and demanding answers.

"What choice? Beating me and subjecting me to all of this?" I asserted, frustration evident in every word as I confronted the twisted decisions that bound us together in a toxic web of manipulation and control.

He retaliated by gripping my shoulder tightly, his grip like a vice as he declared, "I'll do it again and again if someone tries to do anything with you." His words sent a shiver down my spine, a chilling reminder of the depths of his possessiveness.

With a bitter chuckle, I retorted, "Yes, because I am nothing but your possession, your plaything. But you've crossed the line this time."

He hissed back, his anger palpable as he snapped, "Didn't you also cross them when I told you not to?" The pain of his accusation cut deep, leaving me wincing and pleading for him to release me from his grasp.

But he paid no heed to my pleas, pinning me against the wall with an iron grip. Our breaths mingled in the confined space between us, the intensity of our exchange filling the room with a suffocating tension.

In the depths of his gaze, I felt the pull of desire, a primal urge that sought to render me weak in his presence. But brushing aside these unwanted emotions, I gathered the last remnants of my strength and declared, "I hate you, Taehyung. I won't forgive you for what you've done to me. You didn't even have the decency to trust me."

Our confrontation echoed in the room, a dark symphony of power and pain as we stood locked in a battle of wills, neither willing to back down from the other. He pressed his lips against my neck and whispered, "Because I feel like I have fallen in love with you. I can't just see you with anyone. I felt pain and jealousy, Lisa."

A painful smile crossed my face as tears welled up, and I retorted, "Is that your love? The love that ruined us? Is it your love for me that's destroying our sibling relationship, snatching my dignity and property?"

The room hung heavy with the weight of our tangled emotions, a turbulent mix of desire, betrayal and shattered trust.

He spoke, his gaze seemingly heartless. "For getting what I want, I did everything to have you in my hands, and I don't have any regrets about what I did to you. Yes, I wanted to possess you, whether through acquiring your property or taking away your dignity."

His words hung in the air, a chilling admission of the lengths he was willing to go to achieve his desires. As his callous words lingered in the tense air, I felt a surge of anger and betrayal.

The acknowledgment that he had orchestrated my pain and degradation for his gain intensified the depth of my resentment. During the charged quietness, I managed to muster a response, my voice carrying a mixture of anguish and defiance.

"You're heartless, Taehyung. To think you could manipulate and hurt someone you claim to love is beyond comprehension. What kind of twisted affection led you to destroy everything?". His expression remained stoic, unyielding as if my pain meant nothing to him. "

As I ventured into the uncertain path ahead, a lingering fear gnawed at the edges of my resolve. The weight of Taehyung's twisted nature loomed over me, and I couldn't shake the unsettling realization that his manipulative tendencies could lead to unimaginable consequences.

"I wish I could do anything, but I can't," I whispered to myself, acknowledging the constraints that bound me. "Because I know you're a twisted man who can kill our father just to make me afraid."

The recognition of the depths to which he could plunge cast a shadow over any semblance of safety, leaving me to navigate a precarious journey fraught with uncertainty.

Taehyung, with a chilling demeanor, spoke with an unapologetic tone that echoed his misogynistic beliefs. "In my world, power is everything. I'll use whatever it takes to get what I want, and if that means breaking them down, so be it. But I always wanted to make you mine, even to marry you, Lisa."

His words, laced with possessiveness and a blatant disregard for autonomy, further underscored the toxic dynamics embedded in his character. I pushed him aside, my frustration boiling over. "You are unbelievable," I muttered under my breath.

As he coldly moved away, he issued his orders, "Get ready. I'll take you to the doctor, and then you'll come back with my trusted driver. Don't dare to do anything; I don't want to see your face. Go away."

His words pierced through me like a knife, a cruel reminder of the power he held over me. Despite the fury boiling inside, I acquiesced with a reluctant nod, resigned to the inevitability of his control. As I braced myself for the challenges ahead, the weight of the situation bore down on me like a heavy burden, my shoulders sagging beneath its oppressive force.

Taehyung's dominance cast a shadow of helplessness over me, trapping me in a reality where every step I took felt dictated by his will. As I emerged from his room, a wave of despondency washed over me, leaving me feeling utterly defeated yet strangely tethered to him.

Tears welled in my eyes as I grappled with the pain of loving someone who had wounded me so deeply. With a heavy heart, I retreated to the solitude of my room, seeking solace amidst the shards of my shattered emotions.

Standing before the vanity, I gazed upon my reflection, the broken pieces of myself staring back at me with haunting clarity. In that moment, I saw not only the physical scars of my pain but also the profound emotional toll that Taehyung's manipulation had wrought upon my soul.

As I prepared to face the pain the echoes of my anguish resounded in the hollow chamber of my heart, a reminder of the jagged edges of love and the scars it leaves in its wake. Yet, despite the darkness that threatened to consume me, a flicker of resilience burned within, a silent vow to reclaim my strength and forge a path toward healing, no matter the hindrances that lay ahead.