CHAPTER 25: Ghosts in Silk

The annual Seoul Imperial Charity Gala was the playground of the elite.

Diamonds, designer gowns, ruthless smiles.

And tonight, Hana Seo was the star of the show.

She entered the grand ballroom on Min-ho's arm, head held high, every eye glued to her.

They hated her.They envied her.They feared her.

And Hana loved every second of it.

"You look like you own the place," Min-ho murmured beside her.

She smiled sweetly."Not yet."

But as they mingled, Hana froze.

Standing by the champagne tower was Jung Woo-sik—the man who once bought her like property.

Her breath caught in her throat.

He was supposed to be gone.Destroyed.

Yet here he was, smirking, champagne in hand.

"Long time, no see, Hana," Woo-sik said silkily as he approached."Or should I call you Mrs. Kang now?"

Min-ho's gaze turned lethal.

"You have no place here, Woo-sik," he growled.

"But I do, cousin," Woo-sik sneered."You forget—my father still holds shares in Kang Holdings."

Hana's blood ran cold.

Of course.

Jung Woo-sik was more than a ghost.He was family.

Hidden in plain sight.

"You look well," Woo-sik whispered to Hana, brushing his fingers against her arm.

Min-ho's hand shot out, grabbing Woo-sik by the wrist.

"Touch her again," he said darkly, "and I'll break every bone in your hand."

The air crackled.

But Woo-sik only laughed.

"Let's not make a scene, dear cousin.We wouldn't want to ruin Hana's big debut, would we?"

With a final smirk, he disappeared into the crowd.

Hana's hands trembled.

Min-ho took them, his grip firm.

"I won't let him touch you again," he vowed.

But Hana knew better.

In this world, the past never stayed buried.

And she would have to kill her demons herself.