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JEON

".....This man forced me into marriage."

"He burned my home down while I was still inside."

"He raped me repeatedly— over months until my body stopped resisting out of sheer survival instinct alone..."

"He thinks power protects him? No...."

"I don't just want him punished, I want his name poisoned so badly that even dogs won’t bark his title anymore......"

Room holds breath—

"...And im pressing charges against Jeon, and i want everyone in this city to help me and support me all through the journey."

The video ends.

Whiskey burn down my throat.

She finally grew teeth.

Good. Now we see whose bite bleeds deeper..She finally grew teeth..

Lucas whimpers against my neck.

I force my grip to relax, resuming the gentle circles on his back. His soft whimpers and hiccups calm to silent breathing.

On the screen—her eyes blaze with fire.

She looks so fucking beautiful!

Screen freezed on her tear-streaked face—lip trembling, eyes burning with defiance. Even in rage, even in pain—she’s stunning.

"Boss..." Minho calls carefully, "The video... it's gone viral overnight."

"Um yeah-" Wooshik clears his throat- "Twitter alone hit ten million views in five hours."

I sip—slowly the burn roll down my throat like gasoline waiting for a match.

I trace the paused image of her lips—red from biting back screams I’ve drawn from her before. The ragged sound of her breathing still echoes in my skull like a siren... Fuck. I want her more now than when she was kneeling at my feet.

"Boss‐" Jisun shifts nervously near the doorway but says nothing, Lucas whines softly against my shoulder, maybe sensing the storm beneath his father’s skin...

I set the glass down.

I don't care how many people watch.Lucas fists tighten unconsciously around my tie as if he knows what comes next, i lean back—pat his back.

Her ragged breaths echoing—

Fuck.

I want her.

Not just power over her flesh… but the way she glows when fighting me like this— all wildfire and venom, bloodied but unbowed. A queen forged in hellfire instead of silk sheets—

How dare she be more radiant than before?—

"Boss-"

I glance—they duck their heads obedient like dogs, quickly avert their gazes.

I turn to the frozen video—only ten million people? overnight and just 10 million views only. Only 10 million people knows she's mine?"Make sure everyone in this world watches this video."

"WHAT–" Wooshik chokes on his own spit— "B-Boss... wha— are you saying?" His voice cracks.

I take another deliberate sip—slow, savoring the burn like I’ll savor her eventual surrender. The ice clinks softly, I set the glass down.

Let every soul on this rotting planet witness what she dares call 'proof'...

"Let them see."

Gasp.

"B-Boss... You can't be serious" Jisun mutters.

"Are you giving me orders now?"

"No-but—but... ten billion views?" Jisun's voice tight with disbelief."The entire world would know that—"

"Boss, this will ruin your image."

I don’t even blink.

Fuck my image. Glass hits the desk with a heavy clunk.If she wants to ruin me... then let her. At least then...no one else will dare come near her.

I stand—walk to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Seoul’s skyline at dawn. The city pulses beneath—bright lights, faster lives…

Busy.

Boring.

Worthless.

Without her fire in it.

Behind me—silence stretches.

"...What do we do now?" Jisun asks quietly.

I don’t answer as the sunrise bleed across skyscrapers like fresh bruises on skin she once touched before running from...

I glance down Lucas still curled against my chest, his tiny fingers tangled in my shirt like an anchor.

"Is he insane..?" Minho whispers.

"We're screwed—" Wooshik mutters.

"No- it's bad" Jisun mutters.

"This is worse than bad—it's a freaking disaster—"

"Shut up!" Wooshik hisses.

"He's gonna be livid—"

"Just—why the hell he need with a city's worth of views? We’re not influencers—"

Minho scoffs. "He'll burn this city down before he lets anyone think he lost control."

"This video—if it spreads further—"

Minho cuts him off "You think logic matters right now? Look at him." A pointed nod in my direction. "She lit the match... and he's handing her the gasoline."

"...He’s going to burn everything down just to watch her flames dance."

Minho exhales— "Worse... He’s making sure no one else can ever put her fire out but him."

Lucas stirs- clutching my tie tight even in sleep—  "Make sure every news channel, every social media shows her video."

"Boss—are you craz—ugh‐" Wooshik groans as Minho elbows him.

"Boss...she's gonna press charges against you. This will cost us a lot."

The city still vibrant, alive beneath my feet.   "Only me, it only cost me."

"But-"

"Call the lawyers. Arrange the dates of the court case..."

A beat.

The city gleams bright, busy.  "...And make sure she must present there."

Silence.

"Yes boss." Footsteps walks out.

Let's meet in real, little lawyer. Let's see how brave my pretty little lawyer really is.

I pat Lucas's back. He burps.

It's been a while since i have you.Let your pretty confession roam the world, let them see exactly how much you're mine.

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One and a half month.

I lean back, Lucas suck the bottle greedily. The same hunger with which I swallow her every thought.

Her face on the screen, shifting from room to room—like she thinks I wouldn't ever find her.

Naive.

This city breathes because of me—every corner, every shadow, every crevice she crawls in—I built. To think she could escape its darkness.

"You've been away from this bed so long..."

I tilt the bottle up to Lucas's lips—he laps the milk eagerly—thirsting for something far beyond that sweet, creamy taste.

She moves through that damn hotel room—a different one now, in every three days with the help of my bastard uncle's.

Lucas grips the bottle tightly, guzzling greedily--eager as I am to have every drop of her.He drinks hungrily—just as obsessed as I am.

"Ba...ba...ba...mmph" Lucas babbles in my arms, squirming. A trail of milk dribbles down his chin as he spits some out.

I rock him— slow—against my chest, the rhythm steady—methodical. His tiny whimpers fill the silence.

It's a relief that her breastmilk is stored... I can't imagine dealing with this boy if I had to feed him formula.

My grip tightens around him—her face moving on screen—eating—eyes still blazing with defiance.

"Little lawyer... It's time to meet your husband again."

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