TAEHYUNG POV

As morning light filtered through the curtains, I stirred from my slumber, my gaze instinctively drawn to Lisa's sleeping form beside me.

She looked serene, bathed in the soft glow of dawn, and I couldn't bring myself to disturb her peace. My heart swelled with love and protectiveness as I watched over her, wanting nothing more than her happiness and well-being.

But amidst the tranquility of the moment, a shadow loomed over my thoughts—the looming presence of my mother, a lingering threat to everything I held dear.

She held the key to a dark secret—one that could shatter the fragile peace I'd fought so hard to build.

As I beheld Lisa's beauty, her vulnerability stark against the backdrop of our tangled sheets, I knew that I couldn't risk her safety, or the safety of our future, by allowing my mother's malevolent influence to persist.

Despite the hatred that burned within me for the woman who had brought so much pain and suffering into our lives, I knew that she had to be dealt with once and for all.

With a heavy heart, I resolved to confront the darkness that lingered in the depths of my past, to ensure that no harm could ever befall the woman I loved more than life itself.

As I gazed upon Lisa's sleeping form, a sense of determination settled over me, steeling my resolve to face whatever lay ahead in order to protect her from harm.

As I reflected on the events of last night, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips, warming my heart with the memory of the passion and intensity we had shared.

Lisa's unwavering determination to possess me and to find solace in our connection had left me in awe of her strength and resilience. It was a side of her I hadn't seen before, a side that made me fall even deeper in love with her.

We had lost ourselves in each other, the boundaries of time and space blurring as we sought refuge in each other's arms.

Her tears had been a testament to the pain she had endured and the trauma that still haunted her, but she had faced it head-on, refusing to let it consume her.

And in the end, she had found peace—a sense of calm that washed over her as she surrendered to our love.

I chuckled softly at the thought of how she had feared losing me, not realizing that she had already won my heart a thousand times over.

Her mistakes were forgiven, her flaws embraced, for in her imperfections lay the essence of her beauty, her strength, and her unwavering love for me.

And as I watched her sleep, her features softened by the gentle light of morning, I knew that I would always be there to protect her, to cherish her, and to love her with every fiber of my being.

As I gazed upon the marks adorning her body, evidence of the passion and intensity that had consumed us last night, I couldn't help but marvel at her wildness.

her uninhibited abandon as she surrendered herself to the moment. She had danced upon my nerves, igniting a fire within me that burned brighter than ever before.

Stepping away from the bed, I moved to the window and gently drew the curtains closed, shielding her from the intrusive rays of the morning sun. She looked so peaceful in her slumber, a picture of serenity amidst the chaos of our world.

Making my way to the bathroom, I turned on the warm shower, letting the water cascade over my body, washing away the remnants of the night before. I couldn't help but smile as I noticed the marks she had left on me, evidence of her desire and her love.

She was a pure soul, untouched by the darkness that surrounded us, and yet, in her presence, I found solace and a sense of peace that I had never known before.

After lathering my body with body wash and scrubbing away the remnants of the night, I rinsed off under the warm cascade of water, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

Stepping out of the shower, I reached for a plush towel, wrapping it snugly around my waist as I made my way back to the bedroom.

In the walk-in closet, I browsed through my collection of clothes, opting for a casual yet stylish pair of pants and a comfortable shirt.

As I dressed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose coursing through me. Today, my priority wasn't the company or the business world; it was Lisa. She needed me, and I was determined to be there for her in every way possible.

Once dressed, I approached the mirror, taking a moment to ensure everything was in place. With a final adjustment, I nodded in satisfaction, ready to face whatever challenges the day may bring, knowing that with Lisa by my side, I could handle anything.

As I made my way into the living room, the hustle and bustle of the household staff greeted me, a symphony of activity echoing through the spacious room. It was already 10:00 a.m., and the day was in full swing.

One of the maids, a familiar face, greeted me with a warm smile. "Morning, sir Taehyung," she said respectfully. "Would you like to have your breakfast now?"

I returned her smile with a nod. "Yes, please bring it," I replied. "And also, transfer Lisa's clothes into my room? But be careful not to wake her up; she's still sleeping."

The maid nodded understandingly, her efficiency evident as she prepared to carry out my instructions with precision.

With a sense of relief knowing that Lisa would have everything she needed when she woke up, I settled into a chair, ready to start the day with a nourishing breakfast.

While the maid efficiently went about her task of transferring Lisa's clothes, another maid brought a lavish breakfast spread to the dining table, placing it before me with a gentle smile.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, enticing me as I reached for the cup and took a satisfying sip.

As I enjoyed the first sip of coffee, I pulled out my iPhone, ready to take care of some business matters. With a few taps on the screen, I dialed Taemin, my trusted assistant, and waited for him to pick up.

"Hello, Taemin," I greeted him once he answered. "I need you to cancel all my meetings for today and handle any urgent matters that may arise. Also, I want you to announce the transition of my father's business responsibilities to my name. Can you handle that?"

Taemin acknowledged my instructions with swift assurance, his voice resonating with efficiency and dedication. "Of course, sir. Consider it done. I'll take care of everything as per your instructions."

Satisfied with Taemin's response, I ended the call. With the business matters addressed, I turned my attention back to the breakfast before me, allowing myself to indulge in the delicious spread while contemplating the day ahead.

As I enjoyed my meal, thoughts of Lisa lingered in my mind. I hoped she would wake up feeling refreshed and at peace, free from the trauma of the previous night's events. My heart ached for her, but I knew that together we would overcome any obstacle.

As I sat at the dining table, savoring my breakfast, I was pleasantly surprised by Lisa's unexpected appearance.

Clad in my oversized shirt and pants, she looked adorable, and a chuckle escaped my lips as she hurried towards me.

"Brace yourself, woman," I teased gently, reaching out to steady her before she could stumble.

She melted into my embrace, her warmth and vulnerability tugging at my heartstrings. "Don't leave me alone in bed," she pleaded softly. "I know you have work, but please tell me. I don't want to sleep alone; I feel scared."

Her words pierced through me, and I made a silent vow to always be there for her, to banish her fears, and to provide her with the comfort and security she needed.

I held her close, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "I promise, Lisa. I'll always let you know if I have to leave," I assured her, my voice gentle and reassuring. "But you don't have to be scared anymore. I'm here for you, always."

She looked up at me, her eyes shimmering with gratitude and trust. "Thank you, Taehyung," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

With a soft smile, I hugged her tighter, feeling a surge of love and protectiveness wash over me. "Now, let's enjoy breakfast together," I suggested, guiding her to the table. "We'll take on the day, side by side."

She spoke with a hint of apology in her voice, her eyes reflecting a mix of bashfulness and sincerity. "Sorry, I wore your clothes. I didn't have anything else to wear, so I just quickly took a shower and then dressed myself. When I saw the maids taking my clothes to your room, I decided to come find you. If you want, I can change them."

With a warm smile, I brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. "It's alright, Lisa," I reassured her, my voice soft and reassuring. "You look beautiful in my clothes."

She blushed at the compliment, her cheeks tinted with a rosy hue. "Thank you, Taehyung," she murmured shyly, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.

Gently, I took her hand in mine, feeling the warmth of her touch. "You never have to apologize for wearing my clothes," I said, my tone filled with sincerity. "You're a part of me, Lisa, and seeing you in my shirt and pants only reminds me that I am yours and yours."

A soft smile graced her lips as she leaned in closer, resting her head against my chest. "I love you too, Taehyung," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

In that moment, as we stood together in the warmth of our embrace, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, united in love and unwavering in our commitment to each other.

After finishing breakfast, I gazed at Lisa with a mixture of resolve and compassion. "Lisa, there's something I want from you. I want you to find it in your heart to forgive my mother for what she's done.

I understand it's a tall order, and I'm not asking you to forget her transgressions. She will face the consequences for her actions, but I want you to unburden yourself from the weight of resentment."

Lisa's eyes searched mine, grappling with the complexity of my request. "Taehyung, I... I don't know what to say," she began, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "You have a heart of gold, and you've shown me nothing but love and kindness. Despite everything, you're a devoted son, husband, and brother."

She reached out and tenderly clasped my hand, her lips pressing a soft kiss against my skin. "I understand the pain you're going through. I've lost my parents too, and now it feels like I've lost another family member. But if forgiving your mother brings us peace, then I'll try my best for you."

As Lisa's words lingered in the air, I couldn't shake off the weight of my dark plan. Despite her willingness to forgive,

I knew that the burden of ending my mother's reign of cruelty rested solely on my shoulders. I couldn't afford to involve Lisa in this dangerous game of vengeance; she had suffered enough.

With a heavy heart, I resolved to face my mother alone. I couldn't allow her to continue wreaking havoc on our lives.

As I watched Lisa, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and concern, I made a silent vow to protect her from the darkness that lurked within my family's past.

She deserved nothing but happiness, and I would do everything in my power to ensure her safety, even if it meant confronting the demons of my past alone.

As Lisa gazed into my eyes, her words hung heavy in the air, laden with the weight of our shared struggles. "I don't know why, but it feels like our lives are falling apart," she confessed, her voice tinged with sorrow. "My father's accident, your mother's attempts to tear us apart... It's like everything is crumbling around us. But here we are, standing together, alone yet united."

Her words pierced through the darkness that threatened to engulf us, a beacon of hope in the midst of despair. With a gentle smile, I reached out to caress her cheek, my touch a silent reassurance of my unwavering commitment.

"We may be facing hardships, but we will not let them define us," I vowed, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging within me. "Together, we will rebuild what has been broken. We will create a new family, where it will be just us, bound by love and resilience."

LISA POV

As I gaze into Taehyung's eyes, once my stepbrother but now my husband, I see a captivating charm that wasn't there before.

The man who was once heartless and dangerous has transformed into someone mature and understanding, all because of love.

I feel proud knowing that my love has changed him, softening the rough edges of a man who never respected women and who mistreated me in the past. But now, he's become the man I need.

Lost in the moment, I lean in to kiss his lips, but the sudden interruption of a voice shatters the tranquility.

"You are cheap, Lisa! How dare you kiss my brother?" The accusatory tone comes from Jennie, my stepsister, who stands there with her husband, wearing a face twisted in disgust.

As Taehyung looks at her, he asks, "When did you come back, Jennie?" Jennie approaches us and responds, "I guess just now. I've been trying to call my mother since this morning, but she wasn't picking up, and neither were you, brother. What's going on, and where is Mother?"

Taehyung meets her gaze and solemnly replies, "She's in jail, where she belongs. She made a terrible mistake."

As tension thickened the air, Jennie's accusatory words sliced through the silence like a knife. "Jail? What did she do? Maybe because of that woman, you sent her away!" Her voice, laced with venom, echoed off the walls, each syllable dripping with resentment.

Taehyung's voice quivered with a mix of sorrow and anger as he looked at Jennie. "She killed Lisa's mother, and she did even worse—things I can't bring myself to tell you," he explained, his words weighed down by the gravity of the truth.

Jennie's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as she turned to me, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why? Why can't you tell me, brother? Has this woman lost her mind?" Her words echoed with a sense of betrayal, her trust shattered by the revelation.

Taehyung's jaw tightened, his frustration simmering beneath the surface as he retorted, "She tried to harm Lisa." His voice was firm, masking the turmoil within him as he chose to shield Jennie from the darkest depths of Veran's depravity.

As Taehyung spun his web of lies to protect me, I couldn't help but feel a pang of confusion. Why was he hiding the truth? Why couldn't he reveal Verna's monstrous intentions and her attempt to sell me into the depths of despair?

But amidst the chaos and deceit, I remained silent, my heart heavy with the burden of secrets untold, as the shadows of the past threatened to engulf us all.

Before her hand could connect with my cheek, Taehyung's firm grip intercepted, his eyes ablaze with protectiveness. "How dare you try to lay a hand on my wife?" he seethed, his tone cutting through the room like a sharp blade.

Jennie's eyes, a storm of emotions, flickered between fury and hurt as she spat out, "Wife? Brother, are you serious? She's our stepsister." Her words hung in the air, heavy with accusation and disbelief.

Taehyung's jaw clenched, his frustration palpable as he shot back, "Which you never bothered to acknowledge! You've always harbored animosity towards my wife." Each word was a bullet, fired with precision and force.

Across the room, Jungkook's mocking laughter sliced through the tension like a taunt. "So that's why, Lisa, you didn't choose me? Because you were with fucking Taehyung?" His words, dripping with sarcasm, ignited a powder keg of emotions. He continues saying: "Thank God I married Jennie.".

Without a moment's hesitation, Taehyung's fist blurred through the air, meeting Jungkook's face with a sickening thud. The room erupted into chaos as the two men collided in a flurry of punches and grunts.

I watched in horror, my heart pounding in my chest as I instinctively reached out to restrain Taehyung, desperate to quell the violence. Jennie rushed forward, her hands grappling with Jungkook, trying to pull him away from the fray.

Emotions swirled like a tempest, each moment fraught with tension and turmoil, as the echoes of anger and resentment reverberated through the room, leaving destruction in their wake.

As the fight escalated, the room became a battleground of tangled limbs and strained grunts. Taehyung and Jungkook exchanged blows with savage intensity, their movements fueled by pent-up rage and unresolved tension.

Each punch landed with a sickening thud, the sound reverberating through the room like a war drum. Furniture was knocked aside, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of sweat.

I struggled to hold onto Taehyung; his muscles tensed with the adrenaline of the fight. "Stop it, Taehyung! Please, stop!" I pleaded, my voice drowned out by the cacophony of the brawl.

Jennie, her face contorted with anguish, continued to grapple with Jungkook, her efforts futile against his brute strength. "Jungkook, stop this madness!" she cried, her voice choked with tears.

But the men were consumed by their primal instincts, locked in a vicious cycle of retaliation and aggression. Each blow, fueled by years of resentment and betrayal, strikes an echo of past hurts and wounds reopened.

Finally, with a last surge of strength, Taehyung managed to pin Jungkook to the ground, his fists raining down like a torrential storm. "Enough!" he roared, his voice a primal growl of fury.

Jungkook, bloodied and bruised, lay beneath him, his resistance faltering. With a final, defiant glare, he spat out a mouthful of blood before Taehyung released him, his chest heaving with exertion.

The room fell silent, the only sound being the heavy panting of exhausted combatants. Emotions hung in the air like a thick fog, the aftermath of the brawl leaving behind a trail of destruction and heartache.

Taehyung's gaze hardened as he addressed Jungkook, his voice cutting through the tension. "Get out of my mansion, both of you."

Jennie's voice trembled with a mix of anger and disappointment as she shouted at him, "I've always respected you, but you've lost that now. I refuse to maintain any relationship with you, brother. You're blinded by this... this disgusting situation."

Jungkook, his breaths heavy with indignation, added, "Jennie, I can't bear this filthiness. What will people say about us? Come with me; I can't endure this any longer."

Taehyung's expression remained resolute as he looked at them both. "If you think we're dirty, then so be it. We're fine with our choices. Please maintain your cleanliness in your own mansion. I couldn't care less about people's opinions of me or our relationship."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed in disdain as he continued to hurl insults. "This relationship of yours is disgraceful. We can't be associated with such filthiness. Jennie, let's go before we're tarnished by their actions."

Jennie's face was twisted in anger, her words dripping with venom. "You've truly lost your way, Taehyung. And you, Lisa, you're just a disgrace to our family. I cursed the day you two got together!"

Taehyung's patience snapped, his hand moving with lightning speed as he delivered a sharp slap across Jennie's cheek. The room fell into stunned silence, punctuated only by the sound of his palm connecting with her skin.

Jennie's hand flew to her stinging cheek, her eyes wide with shock and betrayal. Taehyung's voice, cold and authoritative, cut through the air. "Enough! You will not speak to my wife that way, and you will not insult our love. Leave this mansion at once before I call the guards."

Jennie recoiled, her pride wounded and her defiance crumbling in the face of Taehyung's unwavering dominance.

With one last glare, she stormed out of the room, Jungkook following closely behind, his expression a mix of anger and humiliation.

In the safety of Taehyung's embrace, tears streamed down my cheeks as sadness enveloped me like a heavy shroud. "I am sorry," he whispered, his arms wrapped around me, offering solace during turmoil.

Nestled against his chest, I found comfort in his familiar scent, a balm to my wounded soul. In that moment, I realized how much I relied on him and how his presence was the anchor keeping me tethered to sanity amidst the chaos.

As Taehyung tenderly cupped my face, his gaze filled with determination and love, I felt a surge of gratitude wash over me. "You don't have to be scared of anyone. I know how to handle them," he assured me, his voice a soothing melody in the storm.

His words, though simple, carried the weight of a promise—a vow to protect me from the dangers lurking in the shadows.

And in his arms, I found the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that together we could weather any storm.

As Taehyung held me close, his embrace a sanctuary from the chaos swirling around us, we moved in unison toward his room.

Each step felt heavy with the weight of the secrets we carried, the burden of our shared past pressing down on us like a suffocating blanket.

As we entered the room, the air seemed to crackle with tension, and the atmosphere was thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

My eyes fell upon the maid standing by the closet, her presence a jarring intrusion in our private moment.

With a forced smile, she spoke up, her voice a jarring contrast to the solemnity of the scene. "I've put some clothes in Mr. Taehyung's closet, as per his order," she announced, oblivious to the palpable tension in the room.

Taehyung's jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin, as he dismissed the maid with a curt nod. "Thank you; you can leave now," he said tersely, his tone leaving no room for argument.

As the maid hurriedly left the room, the door closing behind her with a soft click, a heavy silence descended upon us once more. Taehyung turned to me, his eyes softening with concern as he took in my troubled expression.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that," he murmured, his voice laced with regret. "But I won't let anyone come between us. You're safe with me." His words were a lifeline in the storm, a promise of protection and unwavering devotion.

With a weary sigh, I nestled into the safety of Taehyung's embrace, finding solace in the familiar strength of his arms. Despite the turmoil that swirled around us like a tempest, in this moment, we were anchored by the unyielding bonds of love and trust.

Taehyung's gaze softened as he looked into my eyes, a silent understanding passing between us. "Get ready; we're going to meet my mother. We need closure before her trial, Lisa," he said, his voice gentle yet resolute.

I nodded, my heart heavy with the weight of the impending meeting. "I will, don't worry," I assured him, summoning a flicker of determination amidst the uncertainty.

Taehyung's nod conveyed his gratitude; his unwavering support was a beacon of strength in the darkness. "I'll have some calls to make. You can get ready; I'll join you," he said, stepping away to attend to his tasks.

As he turned to leave, I reached out, my hand grasping his in a silent plea. "Dress me up, please," I requested, my voice tinged with vulnerability. In his touch, I found reassurance, a reminder that no matter what lay ahead, we faced it together.

"Sure," Taehyung replied softly, his eyes alight with tenderness as he took my hand and led me to the closet. Each step felt like a dance; our movements synchronized in perfect harmony.

Inside the closet, Taehyung's gaze swept over the array of dresses before settling on a light-colored gown that complemented the earthy tones of his attire. With a gentle smile, he reached for the dress, his touch reverent as he held it up to me.

Wordlessly, I nodded, trusting his choice completely. As he began to undress me, the air crackled with tangible tension, anticipation thrumming through every nerve in my body.

With each garment removed, Taehyung's touch ignited a fire within me, his fingers tracing delicate patterns across my skin.

Every caress sent shivers of pleasure coursing through my veins, igniting a primal desire that burned brightly in the depths of my soul.

As the final piece of clothing slipped from my body, I stood before him, bare and vulnerable yet utterly electrified by his touch. Taehyung's gaze drank me in, his eyes smoldering with a hunger that mirrored my own.

With a silent understanding, he began to dress me in the gown, his movements slow and deliberate, each touch imbued with a tenderness that stole my breath away. The fabric cascaded over my curves like a lover's embrace, clinging to me like a second skin.

At that moment, as Taehyung's hands worked their magic, I felt a sense of intimacy that transcended the physical realm.

Our souls danced together in a symphony of desire and longing, each touch a testament to the depth of our love.

As he stepped back to admire his handiwork, I stood before him, radiant and resplendent, ready to face whatever lay ahead, knowing that with Taehyung by my side, I could conquer the world.

As Taehyung cupped my face in his hands, his touch tender and reassuring, he pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek. "Now get ready. Don't make me wait too long; we have to go now," he whispered, a hint of playful urgency in his voice. "I'll be waiting outside."

His words sent a thrill through me—a rush of anticipation mingled with a sense of readiness. With a nod, I smiled up at him, the warmth of his affection wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. He left from there.