The club pulsed with energy, the bass vibrating through the walls like a heartbeat on the verge of collapse. Cigarette smoke curled into the air, intertwining with the scent of expensive whiskey and broken promises. Yet, amidst the chaos of flashing neon lights and murmured conversations, my world had shrunk to one singular moment.
Kyung-Min sat across from me, an enigma wrapped in tailored silk, his dark eyes razor-sharp as they traced my every movement. In this world of high-stakes deception, the unspoken ruled—power was measured in glances, in the slightest shift of expression. And right now, his eyes held a warning: One misstep, and you will fall.
I smiled. Let him think I was afraid. Let him think I was just another desperate woman seeking revenge. The greatest lie is the one they want to believe.
But the truth? I wasn’t just here to destroy the Lee family. I was here to watch them burn.
The memory of Seong-Jin’s lips against mine still clung to me like a phantom, lingering at the edges of my resolve. The Gala had been my stage, I didn't expect him to get Married and the kiss a carefully placed dagger between his ribs—an illusion of seduction, a false whisper of innocence. He had thought himself the predator, circling me with the ease of a man who always gets what he wants.
But he didn’t know.
He didn’t know that the girl he had once broken down with had pieced herself back together with steel and fire. He didn’t know that I was no longer the victim in this story.
I was the executioner.
“Min-Ji Han,” Kyung-Min drawled, his voice as smooth as aged bourbon, laced with a curiosity he couldn’t quite conceal. “You claim to know the Lee family. That’s a dangerous game you’re playing.”
I tilted my head, feigning nonchalance. “Aren’t all games dangerous when the stakes are high enough?”
He let out a quiet chuckle, low and calculating. “And what exactly are you offering?”
I reached into my pocket, my fingers brushing over cold metal—the small USB drive that held the secrets I had spent years uncovering. It wasn’t just information; it was a loaded gun; one I intended to fire at the heart of the Lee empire.
“I know their secrets,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me. “Their alliances. Their betrayals. Every skeleton buried beneath their empire.”
Kyung-Min watched me, silent for a beat too long. The weight of his scrutiny pressed against my skin, but I held his gaze, unwavering.
“And why should I trust you?” he murmured.
I leaned in slightly, letting the shadows dance across my face. “Because I want them dead just as much as you do.”
It wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t the full truth either. I didn’t just want them dead—I wanted them ruined, suffering, stripped of everything they had stolen from me.
The tension stretched between us, an invisible wire pulled too tight. Then, with an almost imperceptible nod, Kyung-Min took the USB from my hand.
A sharp inhale. A flicker of something dangerous in his expression.
“You’re playing with fire, Min-Ji,” he said, tucking the drive into his pocket.
I let a smirk ghost across my lips. “Good thing I don’t burn easily.”
My gaze flickered to the crowd beyond him, scanning the dimly lit room for any sign of him. The moment my eyes landed on Seong-Jin, my breath stilled.
He was watching me.
Even in the darkened club, his presence was suffocating—an eclipse of raw power and chilling control. He leaned against the railing of the VIP lounge, a glass of whiskey cradled in his hand, his gaze burning through me with slow, deliberate intensity.
A silent message passed between us.
Run all you want. You’re still mine.
A shiver ghosted down my spine, not from fear, but from the knowledge that the game had truly begun. And the only way to win was to destroy him first.
I turned back to Kyung-Min, my pulse steady despite the storm raging inside me.
“Let’s make a deal,” I said softly, the taste of vengeance sweet on my tongue.
Because no matter how deep Seong-Jin’s claws had sunk into my past, no matter how much he thought he controlled this game…
I was the one rewriting the rules.
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