Chapter Six

She entered her company with a cold expression while her employees welcomed her. She saw her secretary approach her, then stood beside her, informing her of her schedule for the day.

"You have a meeting with Mr. Mart and a meeting with the staff to discuss the new design for the new perfume."

She stood in front of her office, then raised her hand, stopping her from continuing as she sighed wearily.

"I won't fly away, Sila. Get me some coffee first, then we'll discuss today's schedule."

She placed her hand on the doorknob, and Sila was about to tell her that a guest was waiting for her, but she had already opened the door.

Shivering, fear, and terror filled her body at the sight of his body occupying the couch, one leg crossed over the other, his old cigarette between his index and middle fingers.

Her lips trembled as she tried to gather the words and everything that came out...

"Amir!"

"Scum like you doesn't deserve this life. You should be buried beneath the ground."

A harsh slap hit her, leaving her prostrate on the ground, where she had taken refuge. Her blood splattered on the ground, rendering her powerless against their brutality.

Her nose... her lips... her arm... her entire body was bloodied and covered in blood!!!!!

A twenty-year-old girl like a flower was brutally abused.

Why?!!!

Because she loved someone her heart beat for.

An unpleasant memory of him came to her mind as she looked at that person.

"Amir."

Her trembling whisper, not remembering a small part of her past, caused the man sitting in front of her to turn his cold gaze towards her, causing her to swallow in horror.

At that moment, she felt an intense terror occupying her body, freezing in place. She desperately wished to disappear or for someone to come and save her.

You're certainly wondering why she's in this state when the person sitting in front of her is just an ordinary person!?

"Are you going to stand there much longer? My time is limited, little girl!?"

He mouthed a cold, exhaling cigarette smoke that filled her office, and this only terrified her even more.

She couldn't... couldn't control her fear of this person!

"What do you want, Amir?"

She tried, and she swore she tried to make her voice sharp, but it came out stammering, and she still stood by the door, unable to enter.

"Is this how you talk to your older brother, little girl? Where has your respect gone?"

She closed her eyes when she heard his sharp, angry voice, which still terrified her even two years after that incident...

She held her lower lip tightly between her teeth, and at that moment, she wished he was here. She wished he was here to protect her! She was still that little girl who, whenever she broke down, would throw herself into his arms, complaining to him.

"There's no respect between us! What do you want?"

She mustered up the courage to say those words, then removed her hand from the handle, walking into the office with trembling feet.

She had no choice but to confront him! If she didn't face her fears now, she wouldn't be able to deter them later.

She stood before him with sharp eyes and an emotionless expression, and despite all of this, her heart trembled violently. She was scared, and she almost fainted if she stood in front of him much longer.

I will ignore your rudeness to me, little one, because I do not have enough time to re-educate you.

He extinguished his cigarette on the coffee pot, then stood tall in front of her, both hands in his trouser pockets.

He looked her up and down with blank stares as she nearly collapsed, staring into his black eyes, as black as her shattered life.

"And God damn you, what do you want from me? Isn't what you've done to me enough?!"

She threw her bag down forcefully, staring at him with red, tearful eyes, her patience at an end. What more do they want from her? She no longer had the energy to bear any more pain.

How many angry words from her were enough to wear him out. Only a few seconds passed before she found herself screaming in terror as he gripped her hair tightly, making her tremble violently in his arms.

"Don't you know that this tongue of yours will lead you to destruction, huh?!"

He hissed sarcastically, his eyes making eye contact with her tearful one, his face close to his, his angry breath hitting her trembling one.

He felt the pleasure of control as he saw his own weakness, which only increased his desire to destroy her further. He wasn't satisfied with what he'd done to her, and he wouldn't be satisfied.

Rather, he craved more. The fire of his revenge wouldn't be extinguished until he erased it, as if it had never been born into this life.

"What in God's name do you want from me?"

She whispered, trembling and in pain as he violently pulled at her hair, swearing he'd pulled out strands of it. She could barely make a sound.

This person in front of her wasn't human, he was a demon envious of the appearance of a harsh, cold human being devoid of anything called feelings!!

He leaned down next to her ear and hissed at her like a poisonous snake spreading its venom with extreme malice.

"At nine o'clock exactly this evening, I find you in the family mansion. This is not a choice for you. It is an order, and you will obey it with complete obedience, my little Kristen."

He violently let go of her hair, pushing her forcefully as if she were a toy in his hands, controlling her as he pleased. She quickly grabbed the arms of the chair before she fell.

Her breathing was rapid, her hands trembling violently, and she could no longer control her agitation.

Fear and terror took over her body, the echo of his poisonous words echoing in her head as if she were inside a dark maze that continued to pull her deeper and deeper.

A thick rope around her neck was strangling her, wanting her soul to leave her body. That's what she felt now. Everything around her was dark and without light!

She slowly raised her head, looking at her so-called brother with hatred and detestation, Davin.

"Don't look at me like that, little one. You don't want to lose them, do you?"

Cunningly, he was enjoying her state and how intensely she longed to take his soul now.

"I will never return to that place, no matter what I do."

Her nails dug hard into the leather of the chair she was holding onto, her eyes about to shed a flood of tears she had so desperately suppressed during those minutes that had felt like years.

Another step forward, and he stood in front of her. He tilted his head slightly, then spoke in a mysterious tone that no one but her could understand.

"The mountain farm... the fire... the village hospital... when that Asian learns the truth, will he stay with you?"

Her eyes widened in horror as she saw his malicious smile, which showed her that he knew what she had buried years ago.

And worse than that!! If Jungkook knew that truth, he wouldn't hesitate to kill her...

"Are you still determined and won't go back to where you belong?!"

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"Why don't I sleep with you instead!!??"

He spoke playfully, approaching her, raising his hand to stroke her black locks, making her melt in his hands.

"I..."

He placed his index finger against his lips as his phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and quickly answered it, leaving the kitchen amidst the other's grumbling.

He stood in front of the pool, placing his left hand in his pocket, then answered the caller coldly.

"Send me the file now, I'll check it."

"Don't let anyone suspect you and ensure your safety."

"I know better than anyone about their dirty deeds. You should know that they don't differentiate between those who are related to them and ordinary people. Devils only care about their own interests."

He hummed, then ended the mysterious call. He looked at the reflection in the water, then a terrifying smile appeared on their faces.

"Soon, all the masks will fall, and everyone will be faced with their true mirror!!!"

He took a quick look at the shadow disappearing behind the large wall.

He sighed wearily, rubbing his eyelids tiredly. He had worked all night and hadn't slept a wink until sunrise.

His hand reached for his necklace, which resembled his lover's. He gripped it tightly as if drawing strength from it, then brought it to his lips and planted a long kiss on it.

Inside, Mira stood in front of Melissa, looking at her with contempt. She was the type who hated it when a man steals a woman's property for another woman.

He was even married, even though the greater fault lay with her brother, who was the reason for bringing a girl she didn't know where she came from into his wife's house, as if he had committed an unforgivable sin.

Especially since his wife was Kristen, the girl he fought against family, death, and troubles to secure and have her alone.

"Have all the men in the world disappeared for you to set your eyes on a married man?"

He folded his arms under her chest, watching as she smiled indignantly, doing the same as she answered.

"Why don't you direct this question to your brother? Wasn't he the one who set his eyes on another woman while he was married? Or why don't you say that his wife didn't satisfy his desires, so he went looking for another?"

She looked at her nails arrogantly, then raised her eyes to Mira, who smiled mysteriously.

"The proverb says, 'Don't set your hopes too high, lest you fall and break your neck when you open your eyes to the truth.'"

"Even if what you're saying is true, not everything we see is real. Sometimes what we see is just a mask."

She took a step closer to her, looking deeply into her eyes, as eye contact occurred between them.

Mira's eyes are very similar to her brother's, with the same sharp gaze and buried mystery, but the one thing they don't share is...

Their personalities...

She's spontaneous in all her actions, and he's mysterious in every word he says...

"You're not the center of our lives, girl. Don't expect us to give you more than you deserve. In the end, you'll leave this house just as you entered it, of your own volition."

She patted her shoulder before carrying her bag to go to university, but before she left, he turned to her.

"Melissa, how can your father be British and your mother American that you don't resemble them? I think your mother is so beautiful that you inherited her beauty and didn't take anything from your father!"

This wasn't just a rant Mira said before she left. She intended to convey the message that she knew her history from birth until this moment.

If Kristen didn't have time to gather information about her co-wife, then her sister-in-law, or rather her close friend, would do it for her!

Melissa watched her until she disappeared from her sight, then smiled indignantly before heading upstairs.

It wouldn't hurt to find out where she'd be living!

As soon as she disappeared, Jungkook came out of the kitchen. To make it clearer, there was a hidden door inside the kitchen that no one but Kristen knew about.

There was a basement beneath the house, a secret basement for Jungkook's work, containing all the latest weapons and equipment.

The basement also contained a large, soundproof bedroom, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a living room. There was also an exit door to the back where Jungkook had been.

It was a small house hidden within their home, and Kristen still didn't understand why Jungkook had created a hidden house beneath theirs!

He took out a small camera from his pocket that she could barely see, while a mysterious smile spread across his lips. He looked around the room until he found a suitable place for it.

"A person must be extremely careful with their possessions so that things don't get out of control!"

he whispered as he finished installing them, then pulled out his phone to make sure they were turned on.

It wasn't just one camera... but twenty-one cameras scattered throughout the house, both inside and out.

Why was he doing all this?!

So he could keep an eye on them all, so he could protect them.

He entered his room with Kristen, frozen as the scent of her perfume hit his body, the scent pervading the room, making him feel intoxicated.

His eyes fell on the glass table he had pushed over the night before when he angrily left their room.

A memory from the past flooded his mind.

"John!! You know I hate your anger because whenever you get angry, you start smashing everything around you!"

She appeared before him as a phantom when he was furious at her for disappearing for five hours without telling him where she'd gone, leaving him almost going crazy with fear for her.

In the end, he found her lying there in front of the sea, completely relaxed and calm, unlike his world in that volcano that would have stopped his heart if anything happened to her.

"That rebellious brat."

He whispered as he crouched in front of the broken glass, starting to gather everything in his hands, oblivious to the wound on his hand from the sharp blades of glass that pierced his skin violently.

Another memory flooded his mind again...

"John, John, it's me."

She came out of the bathroom, crying loudly, unable to control herself, terrifying her husband, who quickly jumped up from his bed and anxiously checked on her.

"What? What's wrong with you? Are you in pain?!"

She looked at him with tearful eyes, gasping as if someone dear to her had died. Every time she tried to utter a word, she stammered and gasped, and he couldn't understand her.

"I'm pregnant, John..."

He didn't notice himself when he kissed his hand, which was full of sharp glass, causing it to bleed profusely, leaving a deep wound on the palm of his hand.

His red eyes staring at the area between the bed and the toilet when she told him she was pregnant made his heart tremble with grief.

His eyes welled up with tears, and all he heard was the tone of her crying voice as she told him about her pregnancy...

with their first child!!

The drops of blood falling from his hand onto the broken glass on the floor were all he could hear in the deadly silence of the room.

"Our lives have taken a different path since that day."

He roughly wiped away his tears, his facial features hardening as he continued to clench his left hand, the glass inside it. The cruelty of his heart rendered him devoid of emotion.

He stood up and went to the bathroom to clean the blood from his hands. He then took a black shirt and pants from his closet and quickly put them on.

The blood from his hand, still bleeding deeply, was left on the closet and the clothes he wore. He truly did not care, not feeling the pain in his hand. All he cared about was getting his computer so he could leave the house.

He was suffocating, and he felt intensely that if he stayed in that room another minute, he would lose his last shred of patience and commit a massacre that would destroy his life.

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Her strength collapsed, and she sat on the ground, defeated as always.

A sob escaped her lips, followed by another, until she burst into tears, unable to believe what was happening in her life.

She pulled her hair so hard, nearly losing her mind from his return, as if he had sworn never to let her live in peace.

"Jungkook."

She whispered, denying the madness of the lunatic, his words repeating in her mind about Jungkook telling her secret.

She definitely wouldn't allow this to happen, even if it cost her her life. She didn't want to lose it in any way, shape, or form.

If we had said she simply loved him, she would have asked him for a divorce the moment he married another woman. But she didn't just love him; he was her madness and obsession, which she would never abandon.

She got up to grab her bag and go home. She could no longer work after seeing his ominous face.

"Madam, where are you going?"

Sila quickly got up when she saw Kristen leave her office without informing her.

"Cancel all your meetings today and tomorrow because I won't be coming."

Sila stopped, sighing in frustration as Kristen got into her car and drove off.

"My master needs to know what happened."

She drove absentmindedly, her eyes tearful, trying to keep her cool, but she really couldn't.