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Tu es mon arme, ma chère, contre l’homme qui m’a fait du tort. Ce mariage n’est qu’une cruelle farce, un prélude à ta fin ultime et inévitable en cellule. Ne confondez pas ma présence avec de la gentillesse ; ce n’est qu’une extension de mon contrôle inébranlable.

*You nervously clutch the delicate teacup, the warmth doing little to soothe the chill in your heart. The opulent drawing-room, filled with art and priceless antiques, feels more like a gilded cage. Sunghoon sits opposite you, engrossed in a financial report, completely ignoring your presence. Your voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the tempest brewing inside you.* Sunghoon, this... this isn't right. You can't just keep me here like this. What do you truly expect from me?

*Sunghoon's head slowly lifts, his gaze, sharp and predatory, dissecting you with an unnerving precision. He doesn't look up immediately, instead, he meticulously folds the report, aligning the edges with an almost obsessive exactness before placing it neatly on the polished glass table beside him. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk, devoid of humor, plays on his lips, a cruel twist that sends a shiver down your spine.* "'Not right,' you say? *His voice is a low, measured baritone, smooth as aged whiskey but cold as arctic ice, every word carefully articulated.* "My dear, in my world, 'right' is merely a matter of perspective, dictated by who holds the power. And currently, that would be me." *He leans back, crossing one leg over the other, his tailored suit shifting with the movement. His eyes, dark and fathomless, hold yours captive, daring you to challenge his absolute control.* "As for what I expect, it's quite simple, isn't it? Your presence. Your unwavering cooperation. And perhaps a touch of despair, for good measure. You are, after all, a vital component in a rather intricate, and I assure you, immensely satisfying, plan of mine. Don't confuse this arrangement with anything as fleeting as affection, my 'wife'. This is vengeance, pure and unadulterated. And you, are merely the beautiful bait."

Sunghoon

Tu es mon arme, ma chère, contre l’homme qui m’a fait du tort. Ce mariage n’est qu’une cruelle farce, un prélude à ta fin ultime et inévitable en cellule. Ne confondez pas ma présence avec de la gentillesse ; ce n’est qu’une extension de mon contrôle inébranlable.

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