LISA POV

As we parted from our kiss, I found myself lost in his eyes, still caught in the whirlwind of emotions that had engulfed us. His touch was gentle as he traced his fingers along my face, and the closeness of our foreheads conveyed a sense of intimacy that left me speechless.

"I'm sorry for my behavior, Princess. I should have trusted you from the start. I should have known that you are mine, my doll," he apologized, his words surprising me with their sincerity. Taehyung, offering an apology? It was a rare incident indeed.

As his gaze met mine, I detected a vulnerability in his eyes, a side of him I had seldom seen before. It stirred within me a mixture of compassion and astonishment, knowing that he, too, struggled with his demons.

"I don't know how I can ever forgive myself. I know I've caused you pain; I've shattered you," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "But I also know that I need you, Lisa. Despite everything, I can't bear to let go of what we have."

His words lingered in the air, heavy with the weight of our shared history. Despite the trials and tribulations, there remained a glimmer of hope, a flicker of love that refused to be extinguished. And in that moment, as we confronted our vulnerabilities together, I realized that perhaps forgiveness was not beyond our grasp.

As his words washed over me, a whirlwind of emotions surged within. His unexpected vulnerability pierced through the armor I had erected around my heart, leaving me grappling with conflicting feelings of hurt and longing.

I reached out, gently wiping away the tears that cascaded down his cheeks, my touch tender yet tentative. "Taehyung," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, "I never stopped loving you, even amidst the pain."

His gaze locked with mine, a torrent of emotions swirling within the depths of his eyes. In that moment, it felt as though time stood still; our souls lay bare before each other, vulnerable and exposed.

"I know we've both made mistakes," I continued, my voice trembling with emotion, "but perhaps forgiveness is the first step towards healing our fractured hearts."

He nodded, a sense of determination flickering in his eyes. "I will spend every moment proving to you that I am worthy of your love," he vowed, his voice tinged with sincerity.

And with those words, a glimmer of hope blossomed within me, a tentative belief that perhaps, against all odds, our love could transcend the pain of the past.

As we stood there, enveloped in each other's embrace, I knew that our journey toward redemption had only just begun.

As he walked to his closet and returned, holding his belt in his hand, my heart clenched at the sight. The intensity of his request echoed through the room, leaving a heavy silence in its wake.

"Beat me. Lisa, just do it," he implored, his voice laced with a mixture of desperation and resignation. My mind raced as I struggled to comprehend his words. The pain of our past grievances hung between us like a heavy fog, and the weight of his request felt like a suffocating burden.

But as I gazed into his eyes, I saw not just the man who had caused me pain but also the vulnerability of someone who longed for redemption.

At that moment, I knew that inflicting physical harm would only perpetuate the cycle of violence that had plagued our relationship.

With a heavy heart, I shook my head, my voice barely above a whisper. "No, Taehyung. I can't do that. Hurting you won't erase the pain we've endured. We need to find another way to heal."

Taehyung nodded silently, acknowledging the truth in my words. As we stood there, grappling with the complexities of our shared past, I knew that our journey toward forgiveness and redemption would be long and arduous.

But for the first time in a while, I felt a glimmer of hope that together we could overcome the shadows of our past and forge a brighter future. Taehyung kneeled in front of me, his voice filled with emotion as he said, "I need punishment, Lisa. I never kneel in front of anyone. It's just you who makes me do that, who makes me feel like that, my love."

Now that I knew what I needed, he felt guilty and knelt for me. He is the one. even if it's all forbidden, I love Taehyung. In love, what's the point of fear? It isn't a crime to be in love.

I know what kind of dominant and heartless man he is, but seeing this beast kneel before me stirred a mixture of emotions within. It was a sight both unexpected and powerful, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor.

Yet, there he was, vulnerable and submissive, his actions speaking volumes about the depth of his feelings.

It was a moment that left me both surprised and touched, realizing that beneath his tough exterior, there was a side of him yearning for connection and understanding.

As Taehyung remained knelt before me, I couldn't help but be captivated by the complexity of our relationship. Despite his usual dominance, there was a rawness in his vulnerability that drew me in. It was as if the walls he had built around himself were momentarily crumbling, revealing the depths of his emotions.

At that moment, I reached out, gently lifting his chin to meet my gaze. Our eyes locked, and I could sense the intensity of the emotions swirling between us. There was love—fierce and undeniable—mingled with the intricate dance of power and submission that defined our dynamic.

"I understand, Taehyung," I whispered, my voice soft yet firm. "But you must also understand that trust and respect go both ways in our relationship. We are equals, you and me, bound together by more than just passion."

His eyes softened at my words, a flicker of understanding passing between us. Slowly, he rose to his feet, but the connection between us remained unbroken. In that moment, we embraced, our bodies melting into each other as we reaffirmed the bond that held us together.

As we stood there, entwined in each other's arms, I knew that our love was a force to be reckoned with. It was a love that transcended boundaries, defying expectations and embracing the beauty of our shared journey.

And in that embrace, we found solace, strength, and the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities. As the weight of our shared pain lingered in the air, a palpable tension enveloped us.

But amidst the turmoil, a spark of something deeper ignited within me—a flicker of love that refused to be extinguished. Closing the distance between us, I reached out and gently cupped his face in my hands, the warmth of his skin a comforting anchor in the storm.

Our eyes met, and at that moment, all pretense fell away, leaving only the raw intensity of our emotions laid bare. Leaning in, our lips met in a tender kiss, a silent promise of forgiveness and redemption.

In that fleeting moment, it felt as though the weight of our past grievances was lifted, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and acceptance. As we pulled away, breathless and renewed, I knew that our journey was far from over.

But with love as our guide, I believed that together we could overcome any obstacle that stood in our way. For in the embrace of his arms, I found solace and strength, and in his eyes.

I saw the reflection of a love that was as boundless as the sky itself. And as we stood there, united in our resolve to heal and grow, I knew that no matter what the future held, our love would endure. "The truth is..." he continued, now locking his gaze with mine, sending shivers down my spine.

"Ever since I first saw you, I fell for you, Princess... hard. When our parents got married, I felt something for you. I felt the need to make you mine, to hide you from others. I'm sorry; I did every terrible thing to get you, even taking your property, threatening you, and forcing you. But the truth is, I love you as a woman, as someone who can make me happy," he confessed.

As he spoke, warmth spread through my body, butterflies danced in my stomach, and pleasurable currents flowed through me. The revelation of his true feelings left me in a state of euphoria, realizing that our connection ran deeper than I had ever imagined.

Tears of joy welled up in my eyes. "I was possessive of you, not because you were my possession, but because you were my beloved. I know I told you that you were just my possession, but it was wrong of me to say so," he confessed, and I couldn't help but smile.

"I always heard that love is a dangerous game, a game that the greatest winners lose. At first, I thought it was all bullsh*t. I thought nothing like that would happen to a devil like me," he continued, gently caressing my lips.

"But I was wrong. When my eyes laid on you for the very first time, you had my breath hitched, and you had my devil surrendered to you. You never knew, but ever since then, you have become a part of my world." His black eyes sparkled with lust with every word.

"For a sinner like me, you're the best sin I have ever committed—a sin that I love so much, a sin so dangerous that makes me want to commit it again and again." I couldn't hold back my tears as I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him deeply and reveling in the overwhelming emotions that surrounded us.

Our kiss deepened, each moment intertwining our souls in a passionate dance. His words echoed in my mind, and the realization that our connection ran deeper than mere possession overwhelmed me. In the intensity of our embrace, it felt like time stood still, and all that existed was the profound bond we shared.

He carried me towards the bed, laying me down gently, never breaking the connection between our lips. The room was filled with the heat of our desire and the unspoken promise of a love that defied the boundaries set by the world.

His hands explored the curves of my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and every touch spoke volumes of the love he had harbored, hidden beneath the facade of possession.

He climbed on the bed and laid me in the middle, graciously. His eyes never leave mine. He hovered over me and pinned my wrists on either side of my head.

His perfect dark red lips pressed on mine, I devoured myself in that kiss. His hands left my wrists and went towards my skirt, pulling it down along with my panties. I closed my eyes as his cold hands touched my warm thighs.

My womanhood was soaking wet for him. He removed his hands from my thighs and grabbed the hem of my crop top, pulling it over my head and taking it off.

He took off my bra and threw it on the floor along with my other clothes. I was naked in front of him again. But this time I felt my body excited, impatient, and needy for him.

He kissed my neck, collarbone, and breasts with fervor, leaving behind deep purple marks that marked his territory. Each touch sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me that burned with an intensity I couldn't resist.

As his lips trailed down to my stomach, I held my breath in anticipation. His kisses, soft yet demanding, encircled my belly in a tantalizing motion, while his skilled hands worked wonders on my breasts, eliciting moans of pleasure from deep within me.

When his warm breath caressed my womanhood, I gasped in ecstasy, meeting his smirk with a mixture of desire and anticipation. As he kissed and sucked on me, I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, closing my eyes to fully immerse myself in the sensation.

His relentless assault on my womanhood drove me to the brink of ecstasy, my body responding eagerly to his touch. With each passing moment, I felt myself climbing higher and higher, until finally, I couldn't hold back any longer.

My release washed over me like a tidal wave, my walls tightening around him as I surrendered to the pleasure coursing through my veins. As I released a white fluid, he eagerly drank it down, his gaze never leaving mine as he savored every drop.

With a predatory glint in his eyes, he looked at me, his lower lip glistening with a drop of the fluid he had taken from me. Without hesitation, I leaned in and kissed him, tasting the warmth and sweetness of our shared passion. At that moment, I knew that our connection went beyond mere physicality—it was a bond forged in desire and fueled by love.

He broke the kiss and locked his gaze with mine, his words dripping with both adoration and warning. "You're so fucking addicting, my love, and I love you so much, but don't moan too loudly; our parents might hear," he cautioned, pushing me gently down onto the bed.

Positioning himself between my thighs, he teased me playfully as I pouted, his lips capturing mine in a tender kiss before he entered me. A soft moan escaped my lips as he filled me, and he patiently waited for me to adjust to his size. "It's okay, my princess," he reassured me, and I nodded in agreement.

As he began to move, pleasure surged through every fiber of my being. His thrusts were deep and powerful, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through me. We both moaned in unison, our bodies moving in perfect synchrony as we surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of our love-making.

His lips found their way to my neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake. Our hands intertwined tightly as he continued to thrust inside me with increasing fervor. With each movement, our passion soared to new heights, igniting a flame that burned brighter with every passing moment.

As we lost ourselves in the ecstasy of our union, I realized that love was indeed a dangerous game—a game we were both willing to play, risking everything for the chance to be together. In that moment, our love knew no bounds, transcending time and space as we became lost in each other's embrace.

Our bodies and souls intertwined, creating a symphony of love, desire, and redemption. The journey from possession to love was marked by the intensity of our connection, a connection that would forever alter the course of our lives.

For about 30 minutes, we made love, our movements guided by an unspoken understanding of each other's desires. When he pulled out and released, our bodies remained warm and drenched in sweat, our hearts beating as one. He remained on top of me, a soft smile gracing his lips as he leaned in to kiss me once more.

Breaking the kiss to catch my breath, I inhaled deeply, feeling the weight of his gaze upon me. His chuckle was not dark or devilish; it was soft and pure, a reflection of the love that enveloped us both. As I looked into his eyes, he uttered those three words that sent my heart racing.

"I love you, my Queen," he said, and my world stopped for a moment as his words sank in. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart pounding like a crazy horse in my chest, my body tingling with warmth.

He lay beside me, wrapping me in his embrace, and I nuzzled my tiny body into him, finding solace in his arms. With a soft smile, I whispered, "I love you too, my King," feeling the weight of those words lifting a burden from my soul.

I could feel him smiling as he kissed my head, and we both drifted off to sleep, cocooned in each other's warmth and love. At that moment, I knew that our journey was far from over, but with him by my side, I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

TAEHYUNG POV

I woke up to the sensation of warm lips caressing Lisa's neck and collarbone, gradually making their way up until they rested on her lips.

Opening my eyes, I found her smiling, mirroring my happiness. We exchanged smiles, and as we gazed at each other, her blush deepened under my lingering, lustful stare.

"Good morning, love," I whispered, my arm draped over her waist while the other supported my head. She blushed even harder at my endearment, and I couldn't help but tease her with a playful smile, making her bury her face in my chest. Laughter filled the room as I hugged her tightly, feeling her shyly wrap her arms around my waist.

"What's wrong, love?" I asked, pulling her close. My heart swelled with affection as our bodies pressed together, and I gently lifted her chin, capturing her cheek in a tender kiss. "Is everything okay, my wife?" I inquired, noting her distracted gaze, which seemed fixated on my lips.

With a flushed face, she finally responded, her voice filled with a mixture of shyness and desire. "Everything is more than okay, Taehyung," she replied, her words sending a surge of warmth through me. I couldn't resist teasing her further, enjoying the way she squirmed under my gaze.

My hands trace patterns on her body, igniting electric sensations. Lost in the intimacy we shared, I whispered, "You're mine, Lisa, all mine," feeling a possessive surge of emotion as I declared my love for her.

Her words, "I am all yours, only yours," filled me with a profound sense of contentment and belonging, reaffirming the depth of our connection. I felt the weight of her declaration settle over us like a comforting blanket, solidifying the bond between us.

Looking into her eyes, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of my love for her. "I am yours, Lisa," I whispered, my voice filled with sincerity and devotion. "I am your man, only yours."

I knew that our love was more than just a fleeting emotion—it was a sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos of the world, and a bond that could withstand any challenge. And as I held her close, I vowed to cherish and protect her for as long as I lived.

I gazed at her, a deep sense of trust and a desire to ensure her happiness filling me. "Lisa, you make me happy. What can I give you?" I asked sincerely. Her smile radiated warmth as she responded, "Just your love."

Suddenly, a hint of fear crossed her face. "I need to go to my room. Our parents might see us, and I don't want to complicate everything, Taehyung. Please, let's keep our relationship a secret until we figure things out. I'm afraid of our parents' reaction, scared that we might be forced apart."

As I observed her countenance, I spoke with conviction, "There's no need for fear; I stand by you. I'll determine the right moment to disclose our relationship. I'll manage everything for you."

Her response was a nod, accompanied by a blush, and she uttered, "I trust you, but you must trust me too, Taehyung. I was in a state of confusion back then, but breaking your trust was never my intention."

Understanding the gravity of her words, I nodded in acknowledgment. "Lisa, trust is the foundation of what we share. I believe in you," I affirmed, reaching out to gently cup her face. Her eyes reflected gratitude, and a sense of relief washed over her.

She sighed, "Thank you, Taehyung. It means everything to me that you understand." As I lowered my hand, I interlocked my fingers with hers, assuring her of my commitment.

"We'll go through this together. I know I behave like a jerk, but now I promise I will treat you as you deserve to be loved," I vowed. In that shared moment, a profound connection was forged between us.

Her gaze locked onto mine as she spoke, "Taehyung, I need to spend time with you. Please, do something. I know it might be a silly request, and if you have a meeting, I'm sorry, but it's just something I want. I want to go out with you. Enjoy with you."

Her voice took on a seductive tone, though she attempted to mask it. As she started to get up from the bed, the realization hit me: work could wait and meetings could be postponed. For my beautiful wife, taking her on a date to the place she desired became an immediate priority.

Gently holding her, I responded, "I'll take you with me, but let's freshen up first." Her eyes widened as she protested, "Taehyung, we don't have time; our parents might wake up. Let me go."

Desiring her, I glanced at the clock—it was 6:00 a.m. "It's early; no one will wake up now. Come, let's have a morning shower together." As I removed the blanket, she blushed. I carried her to my bathroom, where I placed her on her feet.

As I opened the warm shower, Amid the soft glow of the bathroom, the steam danced in the air, setting the stage for a moment that transcended the ordinary.

The warm water cascaded over us, a liquid veil that enveloped our entwined bodies. Each droplet, a tactile connection, echoed the rhythm of our shared breaths.

I looked into her eyes, a kaleidoscope of desire reflecting in their depths. "You are my sunshine," I whispered, the words carrying the weight of my emotions.

She responded with a tender smile, her fingertips tracing a path along my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

In the intimate confines of the bathroom, our passion unfolded like a clandestine dance, exploring every corner in a symphony of desire.

The water droplets became witnesses to our shared ecstasy, each surface a canvas for our entangled bodies.

"Taehyung," she whispered, desire laced in her voice. Against the cold, tiled floor, our connection intensified, the cool sensation contrasting with the fiery passion that consumed us. I murmured, pressing her close. "I need to fuck you so hard." Our bodies molded together in an intense embrace.

Pressed against the smooth glass wall, the world outside blurred as our bodies collided. "I need you," she gasped, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the misted surface.

On the countertop, our fervor left an imprint, a testament to the uninhibited desire that fueled every touch and every kiss. "You're driving me crazy," she confessed, her voice a breathless melody.

She, a beautiful mess of tangled hair and flushed skin, gazed at me with a mix of love and lust. "Taehyung, I love you," she said between breaths, her eyes revealing a vulnerability that mirrored my own.

The echoes of our love reverberated in the steam-filled air, a testament to the intensity of our connection. As the final whispers of passion subsided, we stood amidst the aftermath, bodies entwined, hearts beating in unison, and the bathroom now a sacred space that bore witness to the intimacy shared between two souls.

The air crackled with anticipation as our lips met, a soft collision that spoke of a hunger shared between two souls. Her hands, delicate yet fervent, explored the contours of my body, igniting a fire that burned with an intensity matched only by our shared passion.

In the symphony of water droplets and hushed breaths, our bodies moved as one, a dance choreographed by desire. Every touch is a revelation, and every caress is a declaration of love. Time lost its grip as we surrendered to the vulnerability of our connection, a vulnerability that only deepened the intimacy we shared.

we clung to each other, caught in the aftermath of a storm that had swept us away. The air, now heavy with shared ecstasy, held the promise of a day that began not just with a shower but with the profound intimacy of hearts laid bare.

Wrapping myself in a towel, I covered Lisa with my bathrobe, her beauty accentuated by the wet strands of hair that clung to her. Gently carrying her to my room, I settled her on the bed.

"Stay right here," I said with a tender smile. "I'll be back in a moment." Retrieving my automatic hair dryer, I returned to find her looking up at me with a soft expression. "Let me take care of those wet locks," I suggested as I switched on the hair dryer.

The warm air enveloped us, and I began to dry her hair delicately, each strand dancing in the breeze. "It feels nice," she commented, closing her eyes. "Thank you, Taehyung." As I continued, the room filled with the soothing hum of the dryer, and our quiet exchange of words created a comforting atmosphere.

In that moment, caring for her became a gentle act of love. She looked at me with gratitude and said, "You are the best husband." Chuckling, I responded, "You make this devil a good husband." Our laughter intertwined, echoing in the room as we shared a moment of light-hearted affection.

As she prepared to leave, I handed her the dress, saying, "Make sure to wear the dress I chose for you and the lingerie. I want to see you as a beautiful wife, and remember to hide your expression from our parents because you blush a lot seeing me."

She nodded, and we shared a kiss before she gracefully left the room, leaving her beautiful scent lingering. I chuckled, surveying the aftermath of our passionate night, and then walked to my closet.

Choosing a suit, I dressed myself, and as I stood before the mirror, I meticulously fixed my hair and applied a touch of perfume to my suit. The room may have been a mess, but the morning held the promise of a day adorned with the echoes of our shared intimacy.

As I reached for my iPhone, I also grabbed my cigarette off the dressing table. I opened the app with a simple swipe of my thumb, then quickly typed a message to my PA. I gave him instructions to get Lisa a new iPhone as a gift, and as an added precaution, I also asked that the tracker be included for her security.

Moments later, a reassuring confirmation from my PA popped up: "Done, sir." Observing the seamless execution of my requests, a surge of pride washed over me.

I made my way to the closet, a sense of anticipation coursing through me as I retrieved the pendant I had carefully selected for her. As my fingers brushed against the delicate chain, I couldn't help but envision the moment when she would wear it around her neck, a symbol of our love and commitment.

Beside the pendant lay the wedding ring, a tangible reminder of the vows we had exchanged in secret. I had kept it safe, knowing that the time would come when I would unveil the truth of our marriage to her. But for now, I wanted to savor the anticipation, to create a special moment when I would present her with this beautiful ring.

With the pendant safely tucked away in my pocket, I felt a surge of excitement building within me. today would be the perfect opportunity to express my love for her in a way she would never forget. As I prepared to make her proposal unforgettable, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of the joy that awaited us both.

As I walked out of my room and entered the main hall, the luxurious dining table awaited me. Seated, I observed the absence of anyone else until Lisa gracefully emerged from her room, adorned in a simple yet beautiful dress.

Our eyes met, and a subtle connection passed between us. She bit her lip, looking away as she scanned the surroundings. I try to think of a plan to take her out of the mansion. Suddenly, my mind clicked with an idea.

Seeing a maid nearby, she softly called her over and said, "Please prepare the breakfast." The maid nodded and departed, leaving Lisa and me alone. Her gaze returned to mine, and a soft smile graced her lips.

At that moment, I reflected on the changes between us. A realization during a business trip shifted my perspective. I understood that to have her as my queen,

I needed to treat her like one—no control, no abuse, no intimidation. I cherished her expressions of love, the tender touches, the way she nestled into my embrace, her genuine smiles, and especially when she initiated kisses.

As she smiled at me, I acknowledged that my love for her had always been true, but my previous expressions of it had been flawed. If I could turn back time, I would have apologized and declared my love sooner, recognizing that a simple "I'm sorry" and "I love you" held the power to change everything for the better.

I watched as Lisa settled down in front of me on the couch, seemingly oblivious to my intense gaze. She bit her lip, her eyes scanning the room, radiant happiness illuminating her face—a level of joy I had never witnessed before. Proudly, I believed I was the source of that happiness.

Suddenly, my mother and stepdad descended the stairs, casting curious glances our way. The maids approached, setting up breakfast on the table. In the midst of this, my mother and stepdad greeted us with warm smiles.

"How are you, my kids? Good morning," they said. I nodded in response, replying, "Good morning." Lisa's beautiful, soft voice then filled the room as she added, "Good morning, Dad and Mom." The air was filled with a mix of emotions, from the quiet pride of having Lisa by my side to the warmth of family greetings.

My stepdad looked at Lisa and said, "My beautiful daughter, well, today you looked so well; it is nice to see you smiling and fine." Lisa nodded and got nervous.

"Are you both up so early?" Mother inquired, her scrutinizing gaze fixed on Lisa and me. I addressed her suspicion, stating, "I had a meeting and an important deal to crack. I had to go out of town for three days due to my project dealings."

Her response was a simple, "Oh, okay," delivered with lingering doubt. Moving to the dining table, Lisa and I settled beside each other, savoring the flavors of our breakfast.

Taking a deliberate sip of coffee, I casually declared, "I'm taking Lisa with me due to some work." A smug expression played on my mother's face, met by a subtle smirk from me. Alongside the clinking of cutlery, I sensed a growing excitement emanating from Lisa.

"Why?" Mom's voice echoed in the room, a mixture of curiosity and concern. I stood my ground, boldly articulating, "Just property matters. Lisa has chosen to allocate a share of her wealth to facilitate the creation of a charity hospital, and I require her signature for the endeavor; it is outside the town, and it will take three days for us to come because maybe I'll be going to take her to the place."

As I spoke, I turned my gaze to Lisa, locking eyes with her and gently pressing her hand. "Isn't that right, Lisa?" I inquired, my tone carrying a sense of assurance. A nod from her, coupled with the visible nervousness in her eyes, confirmed the success of the unexpected lie I had woven for everyone in the room.

The atmosphere held a tense anticipation as my stepdad entered the conversation, his voice carrying a mixture of affection and doubt. "Lisa, are you sure, my love?" he asked.

Lisa met my gaze and responded, "Yes, Dad. I want to make a difference and bring happiness to people's lives. That's why I sought the support of my brother. I wanted to do something for the people; please allow me to do this work as it is important."

Her use of the term 'brother' triggered an unforeseen surge within me, awakening a new desire that lingered uncomfortably in the air. Her words fueled a growing sense of intensity, making me acutely aware of the palpable tension in the room.

The echoes of breakfast faded away, leaving a residual tension in the room. My stepdad excused himself with a phone call, disappearing momentarily. I turned to Lisa, masking my intentions with a cold tone to avoid arousing suspicion from my mother.

"Go and change your dress, and keep some extra dress to pack," I instructed, and she nodded, swiftly making her exit.

Amidst the lingering air of secrecy, my mother couldn't contain her curiosity. "What is all this, Taehyung? Didn't you already have control of her entire property?" she probed.

My glare met her questioning gaze as I responded, "Yes, I had, but I discovered she still possesses a place that could bring me more profit. I had to force her to comply, or she wouldn't give it up willingly."

Pulling out a cigar, I lit it deliberately, taking a drag as I continued to lay out the situation. "Make sure to throw her out of this mansion; I don't like her presence," my mother asserted.

My jaw clenched as I retorted, "Don't forget she is still the owner of this mansion, and her father is alive. If we do something rash, it will only worsen our situation. Think with your mind, Mother. From now on, don't involve yourself in anything I do. Just enjoy the luxurious life I provide. Lisa is my target, and I'm doing whatever it takes to destroy her."

In the confines of my mind, a sinister satisfaction played out as my mother nodded in approval. After a while, my stepdad returned, and we delved into discussions about business and matters about my company.

The room enveloped itself in a facade of normalcy, concealing the clandestine motives and calculated actions unfolding behind closed doors.

I watched as Lisa adorned herself in a stunning dark blue dress, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places, accentuating her beauty in a way that left me breathless. The sight of her ignited a fierce desire within me, a primal urge to claim her as my own.

As she held her handbag and suitcase, I gestured to one of my guards to assist her, ensuring that she wouldn't be burdened with any unnecessary weight. With a nod of gratitude, she handed over her belongings, her cheeks tinted with a rosy blush under my admiring gaze.

Rising from my seat, I approached her, a commanding presence that seemed to draw her closer to me. "Come," I instructed softly, extending my hand toward her. She complied, falling into step beside me as we made our way out of the mansion.

Outside, my guards stood at attention, ready to assist us in any way necessary. They opened the doors to my sleek Bugatti La Voiture Noire, a symbol of luxury and sophistication. With a gentle guiding hand, I ushered Lisa into the car, ensuring that she was settled comfortably in the plush seats.

As the guard placed her suitcase in the car, I took my place behind the wheel, ready to embark on our journey together. But before I started the engine, I couldn't resist the allure of her lips. Leaning in, I captured them in a tender kiss, the warmth of her mouth against mine sending a surge of electricity coursing through my veins.

Breaking the kiss, I whispered against her ear, my voice laced with admiration and desire. "You look enchanting, Princess," I murmured, my lips trailing a path along her jawline, igniting a trail of Goosebumps in their wake.

As the car glided smoothly along the road, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. The weight of my confession lifted from my shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of freedom and honesty.

"I love you," I declared, the words spilling from my lips with a sincerity that echoed in the confines of the car. A small chuckle escaped me as I continued, my heart swelling with affection. "Didn't you wonder why I mentioned all that about the hospital?"

A smile tugged at her lips as she met my gaze, her eyes filled with understanding and acceptance. "I knew you would do something to give us a chance at love," she admitted, her voice soft but resolute. "But I wanted it to be true because I've always wanted to do something meaningful with my life, to make a difference in the world. And now, I finally have that opportunity."

I couldn't help but admire her strength and determination, the unwavering spirit that had captured my heart from the very beginning. "I'm not saying anything to you; I understand your reasons," she continued, her words filled with grace and compassion. "But I want to do something with my own money, to contribute in my way. Please don't mind it."

Her sincerity touched me, warming my heart in ways I never thought possible. With a soft chuckle, I reassured her, "Well, I didn't lie. I was indeed working on a hospital project with my partners when I went to the USA. And now, I've decided to name it after you."

Her lips pressed against my cheek in a tender kiss, her gratitude palpable in the gentle caress of her lips. "I know you're not that heartless, Taehyung," she whispered, her voice filled with love and appreciation. "And I love you for it. Thank you for everything."

Throughout the ride, Lisa opened up, sharing her thoughts and feelings. Surprisingly talkative, she seemed at ease with me now. The revelation brought a sense of satisfaction, as I realized that the connection between us was deepening and that the walls that once separated us were gradually crumbling away.

Reflecting on the events of last night, I couldn't help but acknowledge the complexity of emotions that had surfaced within me. At first, it was a game, a test of her loyalty and devotion, but as the night unfolded, I realized that my feelings for Lisa ran deeper than I had ever imagined.

As I kneeled before her, a gesture of submission that I had never before entertained, I felt a sense of vulnerability wash over me. In her presence, my walls crumbled, and I found myself baring my soul to her without reservation. She had a power over me, a power that I had never experienced before, and yet I welcomed it with open arms.

Despite my initial intentions to play with her emotions, I couldn't deny the truth that lay beneath the surface. I loved her more than words could express, and every action I took was a testament to that love. Even in my moments of dominance and ego, I was driven by a desire to protect her, to cherish her, and to make her mine in every sense of the word.

As I replayed the events of last night in my mind, I realized that it was not just about control or manipulation; it was about understanding and connection. Lisa had shown me a side of myself that I had long kept hidden, a side that yearned for her touch, her love, and her acceptance.

I would do whatever it took to make her happy, to keep her safe, and to ensure that she never doubted my devotion to her. For in her, I had found not just a lover but a soulmate, a partner, a beacon of light in the darkness of my world.