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"Believe me!" Suzy pleaded once again, tears streaming down her face as she looked at Jin. He sat on the couch, his face cold, showing no hint of emotion.

Jisoo, Jin's wife, entered the room, her expression filled with worry. "Suzy, what are you saying? These are just delusions," she said sympathetically, trying to reason with her. "That girl... she's already dead. It's impossible."

Suzy's eyes, filled with tears, shot a sharp glare at Jisoo. Her voice trembled, but it was bitter and harsh. "You don't get to speak here, Jisoo! What do you even know?" Suzy spat angrily. "You left us when we needed you the most and ran off to your beggar parents. You abandoned us!"

Jisoo's face fell, her heart aching at Suzy's cruel words. She looked away, trying to control the pain that welled up inside her, her hands trembling slightly. She said nothing, her silence heavy with emotion.

Across the room, Jin sat in cold silence, not moving, not reacting. His gaze was fixed forward, detached from the chaos unfolding in front of him.

But Suzy was far from finished. She took a step forward, her finger pointed accusingly at Jisoo. Her eyes were filled with rage, narrowed and hateful. "You're nothing more than a housewife. Stay in your place like the rest of them," Suzy hissed, her words dripping with disdain. "You have no right to tell me anything. You're worthless!"

Jisoo's eyes filled with tears, but she didn't raise her gaze to meet Suzy's. Her voice trembled as she took a step back. "I'm sorry..." Jisoo whispered softly, even though she had done nothing wrong. Her apology hung in the air, fragile and broken.

Suzy scoffed loudly, her expression filled with scorn. "Your sorry is worthless! You were the only one who ever showed that madwoman any sympathy," Suzy sneered. Her voice grew louder, more agitated, as she reached out and grabbed Jisoo's arm harshly. "Maybe it was you who betrayed the Kims! Maybe you're the one who caused all this damage!"

Jisoo's eyes widened in shock, and she shook her head frantically. "No! No, Suzy, I would never-"

But Suzy wasn't listening. She seemed lost in her own madness, her mind consumed by anger and accusations. She gripped Jisoo's arm even tighter, her nails digging into her skin.

At that moment, a deep, commanding voice boomed through the room. "Enough!"

All eyes turned to the stairs, where Taehyung stood, his face dark with fury. He descended the steps slowly, his gaze shifting between Suzy and Jisoo. His expression softened for a brief moment as he looked at Jisoo, who stood there helpless and trembling. But when he turned to Suzy, his eyes were filled with cold rage.

Taehyung walked toward Suzy, his voice low and dangerous. "You will speak to my sister-in-law with respect," he warned, his eyes narrowing as he towered over her.

Suzy's desperation grew, but she wasn't about to back down. "I'm not wrong! This isn't my fault!" she cried, her voice cracking. "It's all because of Aera! She's the one who-"

Before she could finish, a loud slap echoed through the room. Taehyung's hand had connected sharply with Suzy's cheek. The force of the blow made her stumble back, clutching her face in shock. She looked up at Taehyung, her eyes wide with disbelief and hurt.

Taehyung's face remained cold, his hand still raised as he stared down at her. "How dare you speak her name with your filthy mouth?" he snarled, his voice filled with contempt.

Suzy's tears fell even harder, but she refused to stay silent. "Y/N is Aera!" she shouted, her voice desperate and unhinged. "I know it! You're all blind to the truth!"

This time, it was Jin who stood, his face contorted with rage. He crossed the room in two swift strides and slapped Suzy hard across the face. "Aera died in the fire four years ago!" Jin's voice was filled with bitterness and fury. "She's gone, Suzy!"

Taehyung grabbed Suzy's jaw roughly, forcing her to look up at him. His eyes were filled with a dangerous intensity as he spoke, his voice low and menacing. "You will never say her name again. Not with your sinful lips." He released her with a harsh shove, and Suzy stumbled back, her body trembling from the impact of his words.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, Suzy began to laugh-a cold, bitter laugh that echoed through the room. Her eyes were wild with hurt and disbelief as she looked around at the family. "You think I'm the only sinner here?" she asked, her voice mocking. "This entire family is drowning in guilt, and you all know it."

Jin's face hardened, his voice cold and final. "Get out of this house, Suzy," he ordered. "We can't shelter a madwoman any longer."

Suzy's laughter died, replaced by a chilling sneer. "Mad? I'm not mad," she hissed. "It was Aera who was crazy, and you all know it. You just won't admit it."

Taehyung's patience finally snapped. He grabbed Suzy's arm and yanked her toward the door, his grip tight and unforgiving. "Get out of this house!" he growled, his voice filled with barely restrained rage.

As he dragged her toward the entrance, Suzy screamed, her voice shrill and desperate. "That woman will devour you all! You'll all be cursed by her!"

Taehyung threw her out of the house, slamming the door behind her. Inside, no one spoke. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the weight of what had just transpired.

After a long moment, Taehyung turned to the others, his voice calm but cold. "From this day forward, we don't know any Suzy," he said, his words final.

Jisoo stood frozen, tears still clinging to her lashes, but she remained silent. Jin walked away, his face expressionless, leaving the room filled with the lingering echoes of Suzy's madness.

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"You can't go in, ma'am," the receptionist at the prestigious Min Enterprises politely tried to explain to the woman standing in front of her.

"Who do you think you are, trying to stop me? Have you forgotten who I used to be here?" Yumi's voice raged with fury.

Yes, Yumi was standing right there in front of the receptionist, and all the employees around her stood watching the scene unfold. They were trying their best to calm her down. Yumi had come to meet Yoongi, her ex-fiancé, so desperately that she created a scene, flaunting her old authority as if she was still the boss's favorite.

The workers tried to explain to her that no one could meet their boss like this, that it was against the rules, and such actions would have dire consequences for them—after all, they knew how ruthless Yoongi could be. But Yumi was not listening. She was determined to see Yoongi.

The reason was simple—she could not accept that Yoongi was getting married. It finally hit her that running away from her marriage with Yoongi had been a grave mistake. Yoongi had loved her deeply, done everything for her, but Yumi had rejected his love. She had wanted to change him, but in doing so, she lost him.

Still, even after all this, Yumi had held onto hope, believing Yoongi still loved her as much as he always had. But her hopes were shattered when she heard the announcement of Yoongi's marriage.

Yumi was burning with jealousy, knowing that Y/N would soon take her place as Yoongi's wife. At first, Yumi had consoled herself, thinking that Yoongi was doing this because of family pressure and that he still loved her. But when she saw how Yoongi looked at Y/N—with fascination and admiration—it was unbearable. Yumi wanted him back.

"What is going on here?" A chilling, cold voice echoed through the space, making everyone freeze. All eyes turned, and there stood Yoongi. Fear settled into the hearts of everyone around as they bowed their heads. Yoongi's reputation for being unpredictable and terrifying was well known.

The receptionist hurried over to explain, "Sir, Yumi is insisting on seeing you and won’t listen to anyone." Yumi's eyes were locked on Yoongi, memories of their past love flooding back as she stared at him. But Yoongi looked at her with a blank, expressionless face, showing no sign of the feelings they once shared.

"I’ll handle it. Go back to work," Yoongi commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. The workers quickly returned to their stations, grateful to escape the situation. Yoongi walked up to Yumi, his voice cold and authoritative. "Follow me."

Without another word, they walked towards the personal elevator, entered it, and Yoongi pressed the button to close the doors. As the lift doors shut but didn't move, Yumi grew confused. "Why did you paused the lift? Aren’t we going to talk in your office?" she asked, her voice shaky. Yoongi’s eyes flicked towards her, distant and cold.

"You can’t step into my office," Yoongi said calmly but with an edge to his voice, "because Y/N wouldn’t like it."

The mention of Y/N made Yumi’s face fall, but she shrugged off the hurt and reached out to hug Yoongi. He stepped back, his eyes flashing with anger. "Don’t even think about it," he warned, his voice filled with barely controlled rage.

"But I still love you, Yoongi," Yumi pleaded. "Y/N isn’t right for you. We belong together."

Yoongi’s eyes turned dark as he replied, "You have no right to tell me what’s right for me, Yumi. You gave that up the moment you ran off and married my enemy."

Yumi’s face crumbled with guilt, but she wasn’t ready to give up. She tried again, "I made a mistake, Yoongi. But we can fix this. I still love you."

Yoongi's tone remained calm, but his warning was deadly. "I might let this slide, considering our past, but Y/N won’t. She’ll bury both of us alive if she even gets a hint of what’s going on."

Yoongi couldn’t hide the admiration and deep fascination he held for Y/N, his soon-to-be wife, and Yumi saw it clearly. She thought Y/N must be forcing Yoongi, not understanding that no one could control him—not even Y/N. But Yoongi, unlike anyone else, was willing to bow to Y/N. It was the only time he ever showed submission.

"Your business here is done. You can leave now," Yoongi said coldly, opening the elevator door for Yumi.

Yumi stood there for a moment, looking at Yoongi with longing eyes, but she knew there was nothing left for her. Slowly, she stepped out of the elevator, and the doors closed behind her.

As the elevator ascended, Yoongi pulled his phone out of his coat pocket when he saw a notification. He clicked on the message and read:

"Bae Suzy, a prominent lawyer in South Korea, has been arrested by police for the murder of her own parents. Sources say Suzy killed her parents after a bitter argument. This is the same Suzy who recently attacked well-known lawyer Cha Y/N on the day of her engagement. Many people are now calling Suzy mentally unstable."

A smirk played on Yoongi's lips. He knew this was all orchestrated by none other than his beloved Y/N. She believed in punishment far worse than death.

First, she weakened Suzy, then she tore apart her relationships, and finally, she left her completely alone in the world. What Yoongi couldn’t understand was who had actually killed Suzy’s parents, but he didn’t bother himself with that detail.

What mattered was that Suzy had been dealt with. And his Y/N? She was unstoppable.

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Meanwhile, Y/N sat comfortably in Yoongi’s room, sprawled elegantly across the couch like a queen surveying her empire. The dim lighting of the room added a sinister atmosphere, casting long shadows over her figure. Her lips curved into a deadly smirk as she watched the TV screen in front of her. The news flashed images of Suzy, her capture making headlines everywhere.

Y/N’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched the chaos unfold. Her fingers lazily traced the rim of the wine glass in her hand, but her mind was already calculating the next move, her thoughts dark and twisted.

“One down… six to go,” Y/N murmured softly, her voice low, laced with venom. Her smirk widened, a dangerous glint flickering in her eyes as she let out a quiet chuckle. She pushed herself up with a single graceful motion, sitting up straight on the couch, her presence commanding, powerful. The silence in the room felt thick, heavy with an ominous energy.

Y/N leaned back, the deadly smirk never leaving her face as she muttered to herself, “After sloth, envy will be the next to fall.”

Her words were cold, calculated, yet spoken with such quiet conviction that they seemed to hang in the air like a curse. There was a dark puzzle in her words, each sentence carefully chosen, as if she was leaving behind cryptic messages for those foolish enough to listen.

She tilted her head slightly, staring at the news anchor reporting Suzy’s downfall with disinterest. “It’s all a matter of patience,” she whispered to herself, her voice dripping with malice.

She took a slow sip from her glass, her eyes narrowing. A cruel satisfaction spread across her face as if the game was already won. For her, it wasn’t just about revenge—it was about making them suffer, making them crawl, before delivering the final blow.

“They don’t even know who’s coming for them,” she said with a quiet laugh, her voice barely above a whisper, but it was enough to send chills through the air. “Poor little pawns.”

Y/N stood up gracefully, her movements slow, deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. Her face, cold and emotionless, exuded an aura of control—ruthless, sadistic, yet irresistibly powerful.

“The fun is just beginning…” she whispered darkly, a wicked glint in her eyes. “And no one escapes the hunt.”

With that, she turned away from the screen, leaving behind only her chilling words and the sense that a storm far worse than Suzy’s downfall was looming on the horizon.

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Marco stood near the window of his luxurious seven-star hotel room, wearing nothing but his boxers, almost naked, a cigarette burning between his fingers.

Behind him lay a lifeless girl, her body battered and broken. The girl had been used so mercilessly that she had succumbed to her fate. Satisfying Marco was no simple task there was even doubt if this man could ever truly be satisfied.

His guard, trembling with fear, cautiously approached him, stuttering as he said, "Sir, I have news about the Mins."

Marco turned around slowly, his expression cold, as he asked, "What news?"

The guard swallowed hard and said, "Min Yoongi's wedding is next week... and you've been invited."

Marco's eyes flashed with anger, the smoldering cigarette nearly crushed between his fingers as his rage grew. "After killing my brother, they're celebrating?" His voice was low, dangerous, like the calm before a storm. "They dare to throw a party while I mourn? This insult... I will make them regret it."

His rage simmered as he walked closer to the guard, his eyes narrowed with fury. "They think they can rejoice while my brother's blood is still fresh? No. I want to see them destroyed." Marco paused, his voice dipping into a dark, menacing whisper. "But I will attend Yoongi's wedding... not for the celebration, but to find his new weakness... his bride."

He smirked, a twisted satisfaction creeping across his face as he imagined Yoongi's downfall. "She will be his undoing."

Marco looked at the trembling guard with a cold, detached gaze and said, "Get this dead girl's body out of my room. Dispose of it. Now."

The guard bowed deeply, terrified. "Yes, sir," he muttered, rushing to do as Marco ordered.

As the guard hurried away, Marco turned back to the window, the city of Seoul stretched out before him. His mind was already scheming, plotting how he would make the Mins pay. His cold heart burned with the desire for revenge. "Yoongi," Marco muttered to himself, his voice dripping with venom, "you'll soon learn what happens when you cross a Romano."

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𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎...

Today is the last day of navratri and tomorrow is dussehra. Happy dussehra in advance. Now on going months are full of exciting festivals and than marriages. ❤ it's really exciting.