AUTHOR’S POV
After that, he went back to his mansion. Standing by the large glass windows, he found himself lost in thought—his mind drifting back to his family. Moments later, a wave of anger surged through him as he recalled how they had treated him… how they had wronged him.
"What his stepmother did to his father "
He clenched his fists, jaw tightening with restrained fury. But then, as though remembering something far more important—something that brought him satisfaction—a smirk played on his lips.
V (smirking):“Time to make a few calls.”
He dialed a number, waiting patiently as the line connected.
V (on call):“How are you doing? Didn’t you miss me?”
Taehyung (on the other end, confused):“Who are you? And why the hell are you calling me? How did you even get my number?”
V:“Chill, dude. It’s just… my way. But instead of asking about me, maybe you should be worrying about yourself. You know... what’s going to happen to you.”
Taehyung (irritated):“Who the hell are you?!”
V (coldly):“Your worst nightmare.”
Taehyung:“What nonsense is this? Are you insane?”
V:“You’ll find out very soon what I really am.”
And just like that, he cut the call.
Taehyung (staring at his phone):
“Hello? Hello?! Why did he hang up? What the hell was he rambling about?”
Back in the mansion, V let out a dark chuckle.
V (to himself):“Well, now let’s have a little chat with my dear stepmother…”
He dialed another number.
V (on call):“Hello… did you recognize me"
Stepmother (suspiciously):“Who is this? Why are you calling me?”
V (menacingly):“I’m the shadow of your past—the part of your life you’ll always fear.”
Stepmother (voice trembling slightly):“What are you talking about?!”
V:“What you need to hear. Get ready… to die, you witch.”
Before she could say anything else, he ended the call, leaving only silence on the line.
Meanwhile, at Taehyung’s home...
His stepmother was restless, anxiety creeping over her like a shadow. That call had shaken her. She couldn’t sit still—couldn’t think straight. Pacing her room, her mind raced with possibilities and fears.
Then, a wicked idea struck her.
She quickly composed herself, wiped the fake worry from her face, and walked to Taehyung’s home office, wearing a concerned expression and a rehearsed smile.
Stepmother:“Taehyung son, can I talk to you for a moment?”
Taehyung (looking up from his laptop):
“Yes, Mom? What’s going on?”
Stepmother (voice soft, eyes moist):“I was thinking… maybe it's time you got married.”
Taehyung (surprised):“Wait—what? Mom, what are you saying? I’m not ready for that.”
Stepmother (sighing dramatically):“Look, son… my health isn’t what it used to be. Who knows how long I have left? Can’t you fulfill just this one wish for me?”
Tears began to brim in her eyes—but they weren’t real. They were practiced. Manipulative.
Taehyung (softening):“Don’t say that, Mom. Of course, I’ll do whatever you ask.”
Stepmother (smiling sweetly):“I knew it. You’re the best son in the world. Now… let me tell you. I’ve found a girl for you.”
Taehyung (gently interrupting):“Mom… I agreed to marry, yes. But I’ll only marry the girl I love. I’m in love with someone.”
A flicker of irritation crossed her face, but she quickly masked it with another forced smile.
Stepmother:“Oh? Really? Then… invite her over. I’d love to meet the girl who stole my son’s heart.”
Taehyung (nodding):“Alright. I’ll talk to Y/N and bring her home to meet you.”
She nodded and walked away, but behind that smile, her thoughts were anything but pleasant.
Meanwhile, somewhere else in the city...
Y/N sat in a dimly lit room, her eyes focused intently on her laptop screen. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as codes and data scrolled in front of her.
She wasn’t an ordinary girl. She was a skilled hacker, and right now, she was breaking into the phone of a man who had been blackmailing innocent girls.
Y/N (muttering to herself):“Damn it… this guy’s system is tougher than I thought. But I swear, I’ll teach this dog a lesson. How dare he do such disgusting things.”
Her phone buzzed again and again, but she didn’t even glance at it. The sound was off, and her mind was focused.
Taehyung (calling repeatedly):“Y/N, why aren’t you picking up? Please answer… I need to tell you something important.”
But Y/N was lost in her mission—her goal to bring justice.
She finally cracked the last wall of security and grinned.
Y/N (victoriously):“Gotcha, you creep. Now let’s see how brave you are when the world finds out what you’ve been doing.”
She leaned back, satisfied with her success, unaware of the messages and calls waiting for her. The air around her was thick with tension and purpose.
Elsewhere, V leaned against the doorway of his private room in the mansion, staring at the dark screen of his phone.
V (smiling coldly):
“Let the games begin…”
By Tttaaee7