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[ So give me the honest review that how is the story. Is it getting boring? The story is complicated because it's based on villains romance. It takes me a lot of time to think about it because it's plots are really different. The story is a slow burn. Please comment to let me know how is my story. I am working hard on it. ]

As the private jet landed smoothly on the tarmac in Seoul, rows of bodyguards stood in perfect formation, their expressions stern and unreadable. A heavy tension filled the air, the weight of impending doom almost tangible. The jet's door slowly opened, revealing Marco Romano, the mafia lord of Italy, his presence alone enough to silence the world. His tailored suit clung to his chiseled frame, his dark eyes cold as winter's night, but his face-a masterpiece of godly handsomeness-remained impassive as ever. His long coat flared dramatically in the wind as he stepped down the stairs.

"Benvenuto, Signore Romano," one of the guards greeted with a deep bow, his voice steady, despite the nervous tension that danced beneath it. "There is news."

Marco stopped at the base of the stairs, his eyes narrowing. "What news?" His voice was sharp, authoritative, as if expecting nothing less than bad tidings.

"Signore... your brother...Alvin..." The guard swallowed, his throat tightening under the weight of the words he had to speak. "His body was found, lifeless."

The words hit Marco like a knife to the gut, though not a single flicker of emotion betrayed the storm brewing inside him. He clenched his jaw so tightly that the veins on his neck became visible, but his voice remained cold and controlled. "Who was responsible?" he demanded, his voice now dipped in a deadly calm.

The guard hesitated, knowing the gravity of the answer. "It was Min Jungkook... the younger brother of Min Yoongi."

Marco's dark eyes narrowed further, a dangerous glint flashing in them. "And what reason did Jungkook have for killing Alvin?"

The guard took a deep breath, gathering courage. "The Mins found out about the illegal contract Master Alvin made with the Kims... to take their land, Signore. It was retaliation."

For the first time, something cracked behind Marco's icy gaze. A flicker of rage, hidden beneath his otherwise composed exterior, began to simmer dangerously. He looked out at the Seoul skyline, the city suddenly feeling much smaller beneath his looming shadow. A cold smile ghosted his lips, one filled with venom.

"So," Marco began, his voice a dark whisper, "Yoongi ordered Jungkook to kill my brother to protect their land." His eyes grew colder, as if he were staring straight into the face of death itself. "They think this ends here."

The guard, visibly shaken by the growing malice emanating from Marco, kept his head down. "Min Yoongi is known for his ruthless ways, but Jungkook... he carried out the hit."

Marco's silence was suffocating, the air itself growing thick with unspoken promises of vengeance. After what felt like an eternity, he gave a short, dismissive wave of his hand. "Leave."

The guard bowed once more before quickly retreating, his footsteps echoing in the tense silence.

Marco remained rooted to the spot, fists clenched by his sides, the soft breeze doing nothing to cool the fury building inside him. His brother's death was a wound that cut deep, but the feeling that overpowered his grief was not sadness-it was rage. A dark, burning rage that consumed every fiber of his being.

"They'll pay," Marco muttered to himself, his voice low but laced with venom. "Every. Single. One. Of. Them." His mind flashed to Jungkook-the arrogant younger brother who had dared to take Alvin's life. And Yoongi-the puppet master behind it all, sitting atop his empire, believing himself untouchable.

With one final icy glance at the city before him, Marco's expression darkened further. "The Mins are going to learn what it means to cross a Romano," he vowed, his tone a deadly promise.

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The echo of the courtroom still lingered in Suzy's mind, the memory of Y/N's sharp words cutting through the air like a blade. It was a brutal loss, one that left Suzy in a state of disbelief. She sat alone in her office, staring at the stacks of papers on her desk, feeling the crushing weight of defeat. The silence around her was deafening.

Suzy knew from the moment she laid eyes on Y/N in court that her chances of winning were slim. Everyone knew of Y/N's reputation-ruthless, sharp, and feared by even the most powerful. Politicians danced like puppets on her strings, and even the President treaded carefully around her. But Suzy had never truly believed the stories until she found herself on the receiving end of Y/N's unforgiving tactics.

"How could I let this happen?" Suzy muttered, her voice trembling with anger and humiliation. She clenched her fists, her pride stinging from the way Y/N had so easily turned the tables against her. No one had ever won against Y/N, but losing in such a public way felt like a knife to the heart.

Her mind drifted to the Kim family-the look of disappointment on their faces, especially his face. Taehyung. Her childhood love. The man who had already hurt her deeply with the scars of their past. But this time, it was different. Taehyung's brutal words echoed in her head, each syllable like a blow to her fragile pride.

"You're worthless, Suzy," he had said coldly, his eyes devoid of the warmth they once held. "I knew you'd fail."

The words cut deeper than any wound Y/N could inflict. The one person she had always hoped to impress, the one she had always loved, had now cast her aside completely. His disappointment was more than she could bear.

A tear slipped down her cheek as she remembered the look on his face-the disgust, the anger. Her heart ached with the knowledge that she had let him down. "How did I let it come to this?" she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible in the empty room.

But the worst was yet to come.

As she sat in her despair, her phone rang, jolting her from her thoughts. For a moment, she hesitated, staring at the screen. It was her assistant calling. Wiping away her tears, she answered the call, trying to steady her voice.

"Miss Suzy, we have a situation," her assistant's voice came through, tense and uncertain.

Suzy frowned, her heart sinking. "What is it? What happened?" she asked, feeling a knot tighten in her stomach.

Her assistant hesitated for a moment before delivering the devastating news. "The firm... it's been sold."

Suzy's breath hitched, her eyes widening in shock. "What? Sold? How? Who-who did this?"

Her assistant's voice faltered. "It was Min Yoongi."

Silence fell on the line. Suzy's blood ran cold as the name sent a chill down her spine. "Yoongi?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "How... how did he manage to-?"

"I don't know the details," her assistant interrupted, "but the paperwork went through, and the firm is officially under his control."

Suzy stood up from her chair, her legs trembling as the gravity of the situation sank in. She gripped the edge of her desk, trying to steady herself. Her mind raced, piecing together the events of the past few weeks. First, the leaked contract papers that had led to her downfall in court. Then, losing the important village land that was key to her deal with the Kims. And now, her entire firm-gone.

Her heart pounded in her chest as the realization dawned on her. This wasn't just a string of bad luck. This was calculated. This was Yoongi.

"He planned all of this," Suzy whispered, her voice filled with disbelief. "From the very beginning..."

Her assistant remained silent, unsure of what to say. Suzy's mind spun as she tried to comprehend the extent of her losses. She had underestimated Min Yoongi, and now, she was paying the price.

Her phone slipped from her hand, landing with a soft thud on the desk. Suzy sank back into her chair, her face pale with shock. She had always known that Yoongi was dangerous, but she had never imagined he would strike so swiftly, so ruthlessly.

But the worst part-the part that made her stomach twist with fear-was the Kims. The land she had lost in court wasn't just any land. It was a piece of property gifted to her father by Kim Woobin's father. It had been a part of their family for generations. And now, it was gone.

"Taehyung's going to kill me," Suzy whispered, her voice filled with dread. She could already picture the rage in his eyes, the cold fury that would be unleashed upon her once he found out what had happened. Losing the case had been bad enough, but losing the land... that was unforgivable.

Her heart raced as the weight of her failures pressed down on her. "Why is this happening?" she murmured to herself. "Why are things going so wrong for the Kims... for me?"

But deep down, she knew the answer. It wasn't just bad luck. It was karma. The mistakes of the past were catching up to her, to the Kims, to all of them.

A single name echoed in her mind, filling her with a sense of foreboding.

Y/N.

That woman was more dangerous than anyone could have imagined. She wasn't just ruthless in the courtroom-she was a force of nature, a storm that swept through everything in her path, leaving destruction in her wake. And now, Suzy was caught in the center of it all.

"Miss Suzy?" her assistant's voice broke through her thoughts.

Suzy blinked, trying to focus. "Yes?"

"What should we do? About the firm... about everything?"

Suzy swallowed hard, her throat tight. "There's nothing we can do," she said quietly, her voice trembling. "Yoongi has already won."

Her assistant hesitated. "And the Kims?"

Suzy closed her eyes, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of facing Taehyung again. "We'll have to deal with them... when the time comes."

But even as she said the words, she knew there was no escaping the consequences of her actions. The wrath of the Kims would come, and when it did, she wasn't sure she'd survive it.

Her mind raced, torn between fear, regret, and anger. Y/N had been the catalyst, the one who had started this chain of events. But Yoongi... Yoongi was the one who had orchestrated it all.

And now, Suzy was left to pick up the pieces of her shattered life, knowing that the worst was yet to come.

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The dim light of Y/N's office cast long shadows against the walls, enhancing the air of mystery that surrounded her. She sat in her chair, exuding an air of regal confidence as she sipped her red wine, the deep crimson liquid glimmering in the low light. Dressed in a sleek nightgown that hugged her figure, she appeared both alluring and intimidating-a queen in her domain.

Hoseok leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his brow furrowed in thought. He studied her, trying to decipher the enigma that was Y/N. Despite their long friendship, he felt like he was peering into a foggy mirror, unable to grasp what lay beneath her calm exterior.

"Y/N," he ventured, breaking the silence, "who's your next target?" His tone was half serious, half teasing, knowing that her games often carried a darker undertone. "You're not just going to sit quietly after the mess with Suzy."

Y/N tilted her head slightly, a subtle smile playing on her lips. "Sloth," she replied, her voice smooth and dripping with malice.

"Sloth?" Hoseok echoed, his confusion deepening. "What does that even mean? Are you planning something... or is this just another one of your puzzles?"

Y/N leaned back in her chair, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her glass. "It's time for Sloth," she reiterated, her gaze fixed somewhere beyond him. The statement was as cryptic as ever, and Hoseok felt a familiar frustration bubbling inside him.

"Y/N, you're impossible," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Can't you just give me a straight answer for once? What are you planning?"

A flicker of amusement crossed her features, but she remained composed, unfazed by his agitation. "Sloth is a sin, Hoseok," she said, her tone flat yet layered with meaning. "It's a vice that lies in waiting, lurking beneath the surface. It feasts on complacency."

Hoseok narrowed his eyes, trying to connect the dots in her twisted logic. "So... you're telling me you're going to hunt sloth now? Is that it?"

"Perhaps," Y/N said enigmatically, swirling her wine as if it were a crystal ball revealing her secrets. "Or maybe I'm simply reminding you that sometimes, silence speaks louder than action."

"Silence?" He scoffed. "You've never been silent about anything. You thrive on chaos."

She met his gaze, her expression calm yet piercing. "Chaos has its charm, but sloth... sloth is seductive. It lulls you into a false sense of security." She paused, a contemplative look in her eyes. "It makes you think you're safe when, in fact, you're just a breath away from destruction."

Hoseok shifted, feeling the weight of her words. "You're really scaring me here. Is this about Suzy? Or are you just playing with fire for the sake of it?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto her lips. "Fire is a delightful thing, don't you think? It consumes, it transforms. But sloth... sloth is the quiet before the storm."

"Y/N, this isn't a game," he pressed, trying to gauge her seriousness. "People are getting hurt. You can't keep playing these mind games without consequences."

"Consequences," she mused, her voice low and smooth. "A fascinating concept, isn't it? What if the consequences are simply another puzzle to solve?" She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What if the real game is to find out who will fall prey to their own lethargy?"

Hoseok sighed, exasperated. "You're always three steps ahead, aren't you? You know that this kind of thinking isn't healthy."

Y/N waved her hand dismissively. "Health is relative. Besides, my engagement is on Friday." She emphasized the word 'engagement,' her tone laced with hidden meaning. "I bought clothes for you."

"Clothes? What does that have to do with anything?" Hoseok frowned, feeling more lost than ever. "What are you trying to say?"

"Only that sloth doesn't dress up in finery," Y/N replied cryptically, standing up from her chair. "It often shows itself in the unremarkable. Take that as you will."

"Y/N!" Hoseok exclaimed, frustration boiling over. "You can't just drop statements like that and walk away! What am I supposed to do with that?"

"Goodnight, Hoseok," she said with a slight bow of her head, her expression returning to one of calm composure. "May your dreams be free of sloth."

With that, she turned and glided out of the office, leaving Hoseok standing in the dim light, utterly perplexed. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the tension in the air.

"Why do I even try?" he muttered to himself, shaking his head. Y/N was a riddle wrapped in an enigma, and tonight was no different. He couldn't shake the feeling that something ominous was on the horizon, and Y/N was at the center of it all.

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The morning sun spilled across the empty parking lot as Y/N stepped out of her luxurious apartment building, her expression as unreadable as ever. She walked toward her lavish black car, the sound of her heels echoing in the stillness. But before she could reach for the door handle, a strong arm encircled her waist, pulling her sharply into another car.

"What the-" Y/N began, ready to unleash a torrent of insults on her assailant. But a hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her as a familiar scent engulfed her senses.

"Shh," a low voice murmured against her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. It took her a moment to process, but when she did, her heart raced. Yoongi. Her fiancé.

She gasped, trying to push him away, but his grip was firm, holding her tightly against him. "What the hell are you doing?" she managed to say, though muffled by his hand.

He withdrew slightly, his breath hot against her skin, eyes dark and intense. "I missed you," he admitted, his voice almost a growl. The raw desperation in his tone sent heat coursing through her.

"You-" Y/N was about to unleash her fury, but the proximity made her words catch in her throat. She felt every inch of him against her, and the sensation left her momentarily speechless.

With a swift motion, Yoongi tangled his fingers in her hair, tugging it harshly, forcing her to look directly into his smoldering gaze. "You have no idea how insane I am for you, do you?" he said, jaw clenched tightly, the veins in his neck and forehead popping out, making him look even more captivating.

"I don't have time for this," Y/N said, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling within her. "Let me go."

But Yoongi only leaned closer, his body pressing against hers as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell so damn good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Y/N felt a mix of anger and something else-something dangerous-rising within her.

"Get off me!" she snapped, but there was an undeniable tremor in her voice that betrayed her.

"I can't," he said, pulling back slightly but not releasing her. "Not when I feel like this." His eyes were dark pools of longing, making her breath hitch.

"You're acting like a desperate animal," she shot back, feigning nonchalance. But inside, her pulse raced, each heartbeat echoing her undeniable attraction to him.

"Maybe I am," Yoongi replied, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "But it's because of you. You're the only one who has ever made me lose control." His grip tightened on her waist, and for a moment, Y/N forgot her anger.

"Control?" she laughed, the sound sharp and laced with challenge. "You're a powerful man, Yoongi. I didn't think you could be brought to your knees so easily."

"I'm not on my knees," he countered, a smirk playing on his lips, but the intensity in his eyes said otherwise. "Not yet."

Like he completely forgot about tomorrow incident.

Y/N's heart raced at the implication, the tension crackling between them like static. "You think you can just barge in and dictate how my day goes?" she challenged, but she could feel herself melting under his heated gaze.

"I'm not dictating," he said softly, his tone dripping with confidence. "I'm offering to drop you at work today. You need me."

"I don't need you," she protested, though even she could hear the uncertainty in her voice.

"Then why do you look at me like that?" He leaned closer again, his lips brushing against her ear. "Why do you let me pull you in like this?"

Y/N swallowed hard, the proximity igniting something primal within her. "This isn't... how things should be," she breathed, but the contradiction was palpable, every word laced with desire.

Yoongi's eyes flickered with amusement as he finally released her hair, but his hand remained firmly on her waist. "You're right. It's not how things should be. It's how things are going to be. And right now, I want to be close to you."

"Yoongi..." she warned, but it was a futile attempt. The pull between them was undeniable.

He smirked, clearly enjoying the power he held over her. "I'm just going to put your seatbelt on, sweatheart." His fingers brushed against her skin as he reached for the seatbelt, the touch igniting more than just annoyance within her.

"You think you can just take control like this?" Y/N shot back, feigning annoyance, though her heart raced at the sensation of his fingers against her.

"Consider it a lesson in power dynamics," he replied smoothly, fastening the seatbelt around her with deliberate slowness. "I'm the one in control now, and you're going to have to deal with it."

"Deal with it?" she echoed, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not your puppet, Yoongi."

"Yet here we are," he said, starting the engine, his voice low and teasing. "And you seem awfully quiet for someone who's not my puppet."

She glared at him, but there was a flicker of something softer in her eyes. "You think you can just swoop in and disrupt my life whenever you feel like it?"

"Absolutely," he replied, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Because you're the only chaos I crave."

With that, he pulled out of the parking lot, and as they drove through the streets, Y/N found herself torn between anger and the undeniable chemistry crackling in the air. Every glance they shared felt electric, every moment together a reminder of the thin line between desire and fury.

"Just remember, this doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you in the boardroom," she warned, her voice steady despite the heat rising in her cheeks.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he said, a hint of challenge in his tone. "But I will enjoy every second of this."

Y/N couldn't help but smirk. "You're insufferable."

"And you're irresistible," he shot back, and as the tension between them thickened, she realized this was just the beginning of their complicated dance.

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