The neon glow of the city pulsed beneath me, a chaotic heartbeat that matched the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Seoul was a labyrinth of light and shadow, a city that thrived on secrets, and tonight, it was my playground. I perched on the edge of a rooftop, the cool metal of the building grounding my tumultuous thoughts. Below, thrumming crowds flitted back and forth like glowing fireflies, oblivious to the darkness lurking just beneath the surface.
The hum of my laptop was the only sound piercing the air, a constant companion as familiar as the scars etched into my heart. With each keystroke, I unlocked doors to hidden worlds, revealing whispers of plans, betrayals, and greed nested within the sprawling networks of the Lee family's empire—my target, and my avengers.
I adjusted my fingers, ready to plunge into their digital veins. I had not but pored over the details of their extravagant gala for weeks, knowing it was the perfect opportunity to slip into the heart of their world. Under the disguise of “Min-Ji Han,” I would become someone else entirely—someone who did not carry the weight of my tragic past.
Though the face in the mirror was still undeniably mine, it had been altered, sculpted into a version that was unrecognizable to those who once knew me. Plastic surgery had cost more than money; it had forged a new identity, skin-deep and beyond. I was no longer Taerin Yang, the girl who had danced on the precipice of disaster with unyielding naivety. I was a specter, a phantom slipping through the cracks of the past—an amalgamation of vengeance masquerading as desire.
I took a deep breath, envisioning the gala through layers of silk draped across eager bodies, laughter bubbling like champagne. As I clicked through the blueprints and guest lists, the plan continued to materialize in my mind. I would infiltrate their ranks, weaving myself into the intricate fabric of their social events, particularly homing in on the heir, Seong-Jin Lee, who personified both charm and danger. Seducing him, I could weave my way deeper into their lives, uncover the killer who killed my family, and even secure a place behind their walls, all while holding my daughter, Yuna, his daughter close in my heart—my motivation, my purpose.
As my heart raced and pulse quickened, fear twisted in my stomach, but I forced it down. I could not allow hesitation to creep in; I had sacrificed too much to falter now. It was time to walk the fine line between the person I used to be and the woman I was destined to become. Each sip of their champagne would be laced with the bile of vengeance—a bittersweet reminder of what was lost and what I aimed to reclaim.
With my meticulous disguise ready, I glanced back at the skyline, swallowing the fears rising in my throat. "They won’t see me coming," I whispered to the night, a promise tattooed onto my soul. The shadows would be both my cloak and my blade.
As I turned to navigate my descent, a thrill coursed through me—this was where my resurgence began, in the underbelly of this city that had tried to bury me alive. I was ready to reclaim my stolen past, and with every heartbeat, I would extract justice from those who had once deemed it their domain. My daughter’s future was at stake, and I would not rest until I had exacted my revenge.
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It was the night of the Gala, and the air crackled with a mix of excitement and tension. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my decision settle over me. Though it was dangerous, I had no choice; this was my best chance to uncover their main rooms and hidden secrets. As I prepared for the evening ahead, I stole glances at my reflection, making sure I was equipped for both elegance and stealth.
Yuna had opted for a cute black dress paired with small combat boots, but I aimed for a different vibe. I slipped into a pair of wide black jeans that hugged my hips before billowing out, offering both comfort and a hint of rebellious flair. The fabric was soft yet structured, allowing me to move with ease as I navigated the night’s uncertainties.
I layered it on a sleek black top with a long neck, its minimalist design accentuating my figure while adding an air of sophistication. The fabric was lightweight, delicate against my skin, and perfect for layering under my Urban Double-Breasted Coat. The coat, with its plain design and classic lapel collar, exuded an effortless elegance, while the long sleeves enveloped me like a warm embrace.
Finishing off the look, I laced up my striking white combat boots, their stark brightness contrasting sharply with the rest of my ensemble. They grounded my outfit, blending practicality with a bold statement, ready to carry me through the night’s uncertainties. I slung a sleek black purse over my shoulder, its minimalist design echoing the refined yet edgy theme I aimed to project.
With my outfit complete, I turned to the mirror. My makeup was inspired by subtle Korean aesthetics—radiant skin, soft rosy cheeks, and just a hint of drama around my eyes. The final change was a confident smirk. Tonight was not only about attending a gala; it was about gathering information and finding out what lay hidden beneath the surface. Equipped with my striking look and unwavering determination, I stepped out into the night, ready to embrace whatever challenges awaited me. And ready to uncover the truth of my family murders
Beside me, my daughter Yuna tugged at my sleeve, her wide eyes sparkling with wonder beneath her cascade of dark hair. She was my precious beacon of hope, both a reminder of the life I was fighting to reclaim and a reflection of the man who had torn our lives apart. At just 2 years old, she was a striking blend of her father: her delicate features were undeniably hers—soft, elegant, yet strong—but when she smiled, with that sweet vulnerability, there was no mistaking the resemblance to Seong -Jin Lee.
Yuna exuded an innocent beauty that softened the hardest edges of my heart. Despite the pain I had endured, she was the light guiding me through the darkness. Just the thought of her made my resolve stronger. I had promised to protect her at any cost, even if that meant walking straight into a nest of vipers.
As I adjusted the fabric of my outfit, crafting the perfect illusion for the evening, I felt a surge of pride looking at her. "Ready for the adventure?" I asked, kneeling to meet her gaze.
Yuna nodded, her cheeks round and rosy as she beamed up at me. “I can’t wait to see the pretty lights, Mommy!”
The air buzzed with the excitement of the evening ahead. I could already envision the grand ballroom filled with shimmering chandeliers and glistening gowns, all the while knowing that beneath the surface lay the Lethal web of the Lee family.
The gala featured more than just opulence; it was an event where power and influence collided. Seong-Jin Lee, the heir to the empire, was rumored to be as captivating as he was dangerous. I had seen photographs of him; but he still looks the same as before the night I was drugged and force to sleep with him. He still resembled a hot Korean idol, his tousled hair striking a balance between perfectly styled and effortlessly casual. With his chiseled jawline and blazing dark eyes that held a universe of secrets, the allure of his presence was magnetic. He was often depicted with a playful smirk, the embodiment of charm and charisma that would draw anyone into his orbit. Yet, behind those charming smiles surely lay the potential for ruthlessness—a hereditary trait I was all too familiar with from that night My heart raced, and pulse quickened, fear twisted in my stomach, but I forced it down. I could not allow hesitation to creep in; I had sacrificed too much to falter now. It was time to walk the fine line between the person I used to be and the woman I was destined to become. Each sip of their champagne would be laced with the bile of vengeance—a bittersweet reminder of what was lost and what I aimed to reclaim.
With my meticulous disguise ready, I stole another glance at Yuna, her dark hair billowing like a curtain, framing her face with innocence. "Remember, stick close to me, okay?” I said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.
“Okay, Mommy!” she replied, her voice bright with excitement, blissfully unaware of the danger looming ahead.
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As I stepped into the night with Yuna by my side, the cool breeze carried the promise of new beginnings. I took a last look at the cityscape, and then I was gone, disappearing into the winding streets of Seoul. The night would be my playground, and I was ready to weave my web of trickery, to seduce the heir, and, to claim back what was once mine.
As we approached the grand entrance to the Lee estate, my heart thudded like a drum, anticipation mingling with dread. The lights twinkled as if stars had been plucked from the sky and placed upon the earth, casting a magical glow over the guests arriving in luxurious attire.
The outfit I wore hugged my frame perfectly, a testament to my careful planning, but it was nothing compared to the allure of the fountain of laughter and chatter spilling from inside. As we stepped through the massive double doors, I felt the air thrum with energy. Each face was a mask, everyone playing their role in this grand act of power and influence.
As I scanned the room, I caught sight of Seong-Jin Lee, and there was no denying it—he was everything the rumors had promised and from what I remember. He stood at the center of an adoring crowd, effortlessly charming those around him with a dazzling smile, his laughter infectious. The lights played off his flawless skin, and for a moment, I felt as if I were seeing a vision of the man who held so much sway in our lives.
Yet, there was something more—something deeper behind those glossy eyes. A flicker of recognition crossed his features when our gazes met, and my breath caught in my throat. Had he seen me before? The woman cloaked in shadows? Or he could sense the remnants of Taerin Yang hiding just beneath the surface of Min-Ji Han.
With Yuna clinging to my side, her small presence grounding me, I felt the shadows creeping closer. My daughter was my strength, but she also made me vulnerable in ways I had never anticipated. If Seong-Jin discovered who I truly was, everything would unravel in an instant.
Before I could dwell on the weight of that thought, Yuna’s excitement tugged at me. “Look at the lights, Mommy!” She pointed at the dazzling chandeliers, her eyes wide with wonder.
I forced a smile, trying to absorb the moment, but my mind was already racing with questions. Would I be able to keep up the act? Or was fate conspiring against me the very moment I stepped into this den of secrets?
Suddenly, Yuna’s delicate hand slipped from mine as she darted toward the center of the room, drawn in by the music and laughter. Panic surged through me, and without thinking, I bolted after her. But just as I reached her, I felt a hand grasp my wrist from behind, turning me sharply.
It was Seong-Jin, his expression a blend of curiosity and intrigue, his proximity sending a shiver down my spine.
“Who are you?” he asked, his voice low and captivating, making it difficult to focus on anything but him.
Before I could answer, my eyes darted back to Yuna, who had started to wander farther into the crowd, blissfully unaware of the chaos unfolding just beneath the surface. I tried to detach myself from Seong-Jin’s grip, but he held me firm.
"Stay close," I urged, my voice laced with urgency, but Yuna did not hear me. She was drawn to the center of the party, where music and laughter spiraled into a world of delight.
At that moment, all the lights in the gala flickered ominously, plunging the room into temporary darkness. Gasps filled the air, quickly silenced by a power surge that brought the lights back to life. But when they did, chaos erupted.
Amid the turmoil, Yuna’s voice rose above the crowd—a soft call that echoed like a siren. “Mommy!”
My heart dropped as a crowd of guests rushed toward her, unaware of the hidden danger, unaware of my mission. I looked at Seong-Jin. The recognition in his eyes now morphed into something more complex, something dangerous.
“Yuna!” I shouted, instinctively pushing past him as I navigated through the throng of elegantly dressed patrons, desperation fueling my movements.
But the moment I reached Yuna; I felt the sharp brush of a hand on my shoulder. A cold voice whispered in my ear.
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3 days before the Gala everything began to unravel.
I was methodically piecing together the details of the Lee family's empire—delving deeper into the web of lies and deceit—but something fell off. An unsettling energy pulsed in the air; it felt like the calm before a storm. It was the kind of silence that screamed of impending chaos. I spent sleepless nights poring over documents, double-checking every detail, and trying to anticipate the movements of my enemies. Just as I thought I had a handle on everything, a name flickered across the screen of my laptop, drawing my attention like a moth to a flame: Kyung-Min Park.
A hacker turned whistleblower rumored to have inside information on the Lee family—the very same family I was planning to infiltrate. Kyung-Min was well known for exposing corrupt dealings and foul play. I needed to find him. If I could get my hands on any intel he possessed, it could tip the scales in my favor. It could illuminate the darkness hovering over my past and provide a path toward justice.
I narrowed my focus, my fingers dancing over the keys as I searched the web for any trace of him. My heart raced as I learned that he frequented an underground club known for high-stakes games and shady dealings. The Red Thread, where the city's most dangerous mafia's rubbed shoulders. I had no clue what I was getting myself into, but I had no choice—the risk felt worth it.
The following night, cloaked beneath my new identity, I slipped into the club, its pulsating rhythms drowning out the world outside. The air was thick with smoke and the sharp tang of alcohol. I wove through the thrumming bodies, each heartbeat echoing my own growing unease. Would Kyung-Min even be here? Would he be willing to speak with a stranger like me?
I spotted him at a corner table, his eyes sharp and alert, scanning his surroundings with the clarity of a predator sizing up prey. He was clearly on guard. I approached cautiously, the thrill of danger wrapping around me.
“Kyung-Min,” I began, to calculate his expression. “I need your help.”
He studied me for a moment, then chuckled darkly, an edge of amusement in his voice. “Everyone needs something in here. What can you offer in return?”
My mind raced; I needed to tread carefully. “Information. I know the Lee family. I have a reason to go after them.”
His demeanor shifted, a mix of curiosity and caution sparking in his gaze. “You are not the first person to pursue justice against them. And many have fallen. What makes you think you will be any different?”
His words hung heavy, thick with cautious truth. “Because it is not just about revenge for me. I have a daughter to protect, and the Lee family is at the heart of everything that shattered our lives.”
Kyung-Min regarded me, the glimmer in his eyes slowly transforming into something more accepting. “The stakes are high, then. You will need more than just determination.”
For the next hour, I sat across from him, negotiating the delicate dance of unearthing the Lee family's hidden secrets while spinning my own tale of vengeance. He illuminated the many layers of corruption that draped over their empire, but he also warned me of impending dangers.
“Seong-Jin Lee is not just charming; he is cunning. You will be playing a deadly game, and your biggest weakness will be your heart—your daughter. Do not let that weakness expose you.”
His words carved themselves into my thoughts. I needed to harden my resolve, to remember why I had chosen this path.
When I emerged from The Red Thread, the night air bit my skin, but the thrill flowed through my veins kept me warm. I had what I needed—a map of the power players intertwined with the Lee family, contacts who could either be allies or enemies, depending on how I handled myself at the gala. But underneath the excitement lurked a torture dread, a sensation that I was not just stepping into a lion’s den—I was walking blindfolded into a trap.
Two days later, my instincts were proven right. I was at home, reviewing my notes when an unmarked envelope slipped under my door. Curiosity propelled me to open it, fingers trembling as I peeled back the paper. Inside, a single photograph stared back at me—Yuna, laughing innocently, twirling beneath the delicate glow of a streetlamp, completely unaware of the peril encroaching upon her. My breath caught in my throat; I felt as if I had been punched in the gut.
The note read simply: “We are watching.”
Panic set in. Had they already discovered my intentions? Were they aware of my plans to intersect their world? I quickly scanned the room for any signs of surveillance, rush pumping in my veins. I had to warn Yuna, but how could I shield her from a danger she was blissfully unaware of?
Over the next day, I kept Yuna close, but the intricate dance of deception spiraled around me like whippoorwill’s silence—the calm before the deadly storm. I silently rehearsed the words I would have to share with her if the darkness finally caught up with us.
On the night leading up to the gala, I remained restless, consumed by tormenting fears. I replayed every interaction with Kyung-Min and every conversation with the Lee family in my mind. What if they suspected me? What if they had acted already?
Every fleeting glance, every shadow lurking outside my window, felt like the harbinger of calamity. I had prepared for the gala, yet now I was burdened with haunting shadows creeping ever closer to my daughter’s innocence.
The night before the gala became a sleepless torment—each tick of the clock a reminder that I was walking a precarious tightrope, suspended above a chasm filled with betrayal. The thrill that fueled my calculations could not quiet the whisper of dread that burrowed deeper into my thoughts: Was I ready to face the consequences of my past, knowing all the while that the stakes were higher than I had ever imagined?
And as I grappled with these thoughts, knowing the gala was upon us, I felt the heaviness of all that I would stand to lose weighing on my heart. The game was no longer about vengeance; it was about survival and the determination to protect Yuna at every cost. In less than 24 hours, the stage would be set, and I would be a performer in a play filled with danger, secrets, and even the truth I had been seeking.
Time was slipping away, and I now stood on the precipice, a mere heartbeat from entering the Lee family’s world. The thoughts of Yuna’s laughter; her innocence threaded through my resolve, amplifying both my motivations and my fears. The shadows closed around me, tightening, a stark reminder that the past held secrets that could shatter everything I fought to protect.
As the gala approached, I resolved to remain vigilant, to trust only myself. The night would unveil more than just opulence; it would expose the heart of a serpent lurking in a garden vibrant with flowers—passion, ambition, and revenge entwined, each pulse echoing the question that gnawed at the edge of my sanity: Could I emerge unscathed?
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I was frozen in place, standing mere inches from Seong-Jin Lee, the very man I had once feared and desired all at the same time. His grip was firm, fingers wrapping around my wrist like iron, and as he turned me to face him, our eyes locked.
“Who are you, really?” he asked again, his tone smooth but edged with suspicion. The thousands of voices around us faded into a dull murmur, leaving just the two of us suspended in this moment of tension.
Every muscle in my body tensed as I tried to muster a reply. “I’m—” I stumbled over the words, my mind racing. What could I say? How could I reveal my duplicity without jeopardizing Yuna—the very reason I was here in the first place?
Before I could speak, I caught sight of my daughter out of the corner of my eye. Yuna had wandered further into the crowd, her small frame still hold in that immaculate, innocent black dress, embodying the very image of purity. My heart sank momentarily, panic clawing at my throat. There was a striking resemblance between Seong-Jin and Yuna—her delicate features mirrored his perfectly—and in that instant, I feared that Seong-Jin could read the truth in his daughter's face, that he might connect the dots and discover who I truly was.
“Is that your daughter?” Seong-Jin's voice pulled me back from the precipice of my anxiety. He studied my reaction, his dark eyes narrowing, and a flicker of something—curiosity, recognition—seemed to wash over his expression.
“Yes,” I said, my voice unwavering despite the battle raging beneath my skin. “She’s everything to me.”
I tried to edge away, to pivot and return my focus to Yuna. I could not lose sight of her; she was everything I needed to protect. Yet, Seong-Jin held his grip tight, preventing my escape.
“Why are you really here?” His breath was warm, laced with confusion and something a little more dangerous. “You’re hiding something.”
I inhaled deeply, scrambling to produce a plausible lie that could mask the truth. The memories of a waking nightmare welled up within me—the betrayal, the violence that had shattered my family, the night I had been drugged and left broken in the hands of the man I now sought to seduce for revenge. I had become a specter of betrayal that night, slipping into a new identity with the singular goal of exposing the Lee family's sins.
“I’m here to celebrate,” I finally replied, my voice deliberately light, feigning ease. “Min-Ji Han, just another guest wanting to enjoy the gala.” I forced a smile, all the while aware of my deceit, of the lies spiraling out like vines around our fragile moment.
He released my wrist but stepped closer, penetrating the veil I had woven intent on unraveling my facade. “Min-Ji Han?” he echoed thoughtfully, then shot a glance toward Yuna, who was now laughing as she twirled amidst a throng of guests, blissfully unaware of her mother’s ploy.
His gaze lingered on her, admiration softening his stern features. “She is remarkable, isn’t she? Just like—”
I cut him off, stepping into his space with a practiced air of confidence. “Just like her mother,” I finished, forcing levity into my tone. “I’d do anything to ensure her safety.”
Seong-Jin watched me for a beat, and I could feel the wheels in his mind turning, searching for inconsistencies in my story. Just as I feared he might uncover my real intentions, a commotion erupted across the ballroom as another wave of guests entered, bringing fresh energy that crackled through the room.
But the reprieve did not last long. “I can’t shake the feeling I know you from somewhere,” he said slowly, his dark brows furrowing in concentration. “What part of Seoul did you grow up in?”
Each question was a tightening noose around my neck, and I struggled to maintain my composure. “I moved often,” I stated, hoping the vagueness would suffice. “I’ve been out of the country for some time.”
He scrutinized me closely, as if unearthing the truth buried beneath the surface of my artificial persona. In that moment, I sensed a flicker of recognition, a hint of the chemistry that lay dormant between us—a dangerous connection that threatened to pull me under if I was not careful.
I was playing with fire, and I knew it.
“Right,” he replied, lowering his voice so only I could hear, “but you’re not the only one who’s here under false pretenses.”
Before I could react, a murmur swept through the crowd as a figure clad in black strode into the room. A palpable tension followed in their wake, and the guests instinctively parted. My throat dry, I recognized the approach—a member of the Lee family whose presence tilted the scales ominously. He scanned the room, pausing only when his gaze settled on me.
“You…” he said, his voice a low growl, cutting through the atmosphere like a knife.
Seong-Jin shifted, the facade of casual interest dropping as he recognized the looming threat. The stranger was clearly a person of importance, a potent force within their empire—the kind of man that could sniff out treachery in an instant. My pulse thundered as I realized the danger, sensing that the momentum of the evening was shifting dramatically.
“Stay close,” Seong-Jin commanded softly. I barely had time to process what that meant as he instinctively stepped in front of me, setting the barrier between me and the stranger.
Yuna, seeing her mother in a state of alarm, approached, tugging at my sleeve. “Mommy?” she asked, her voice sweet but laced with worry. The innocence radiating from her only fueled my sense of urgency.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered, crouching to her level, forcing a smile that felt more like a mask than a protective shield. “But we need to stick together, okay?”
The figure moved toward us, and I gripped Yuna’s hand tighter, heart racing. My mind whirred, calculating the options—ideal scenarios danced before my eyes, all leading to the reason I was in this labyrinth of deceit: vengeance.
As the gap closed, Seong-Jin swiveled to stand between us and the approaching figure. “What brings you here tonight?” he asked, maintaining a calm facade, but I could sense the tension radiating from him. The figure regarded him coolly, lips curling into a dangerous smile. “I was just admiring the new… guests,” he drawled, his gaze flickering to me—a serpentine glance filled with more than just casual interest.
My heart thumped wildly, instincts screaming at me to run, to escape the increasing threat that loomed over Lo-Yi. It was all too much; the night was spiraling, a chaotic dance of chaos and secrecy masked under glittering chandeliers.
“Min-Ji, let’s get out of here,” Seong-Jin suddenly suggested, but his eyes betrayed his worry—was that a protective instinct aiming to shield me, or a more complex emotion tied to our shared past?
As I nodded determinedly, I could not shake the feeling of being cornered—trapped not only by my own plans for revenge but also by the dark shadows of the past pulling tighter around me. I had to stay focused; seduction would be my weapon, layered with cunning. Only then could I uncover the truth I so desperately sought while giving Yuna every chance to retain her innocence.
But as we turned to leave, the very air around us surged with uncertainty. The night held its breath; the unveiling of answers, lies, and revelations was just beginning—and the stakes climbed higher with every choice I made.
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