The cold marble floor reflected the dim chandelier light as Kim Taehyung’s small, trembling hands clutched the hem of his sleeve. His parents sat across the room, their expressions sharp and unmoving, like statues carved from ice. Taehyung swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making it difficult to speak. He had known his family could be strict, but he had never imagined the cruel path they were about to force him onto.

Taehyung’s heart thumped violently. He obeyed without question, the sound of his own footsteps echoing ominously.

The words pierced through Taehyung’s chest. He wanted to cry, to plead, to scream, but his voice betrayed him, failing to rise above a whisper. Why me? he thought bitterly. Why am I always punished for being born this way?

Tears blurred Taehyung’s vision. He nodded mutely, the weight of helplessness settling over him like a heavy, suffocating blanket. A week later, dressed in the white wedding gown that felt like chains, he faced his husband for the first time. Park Minjae’s gaze was sharp and unkind, a predator’s smile playing on his lips.

Somewhere deep inside, a spark of vengeance ignited, tiny but fierce.

The wedding had been nothing but a farce. The guests whispered as he walked down the aisle, their eyes like knives, cutting through his fragile composure. Park Minjae’s grin was sharp, predatory. Taehyung’s heart raced, but his hands were icy cold.

Taehyung’s parents watched silently, their expressions unreadable. Not a word of comfort, not a flicker of sympathy. All the love he had longed for as a child had been replaced by calculation and greed. The days that followed were a blur of fear. Minjae’s anger was sudden and terrifying, striking without warning. A wrong look, a slow step, a hesitation… and Taehyung would feel the sting of humiliation or worse

Late at night, in the cold mansion corridors, Taehyung would sit curled against the wall, shivering.

Even his small attempts at resistance were met with merciless punishment. Minjae’s dominance wasn’t just physical—it was psychological, suffocating him day by day, breaking his spirit piece by piece. One night, when the rain pounded against the windows like a thousand angry fists, Taehyung finally understood: no one would save him. He was truly alone. And in that moment, he whispered to himself, barely audible, If there’s another life… I’ll come back. And I’ll take everything from them.

The mansion was quiet, but it was a silence that pressed down like a heavy stone. Taehyung huddled in the corner of his bedroom, his small frame trembling beneath the cold, threadbare blanket his parents had given him. The candle flickered weakly, casting shadows that danced like demons on the wall. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to preserve the little warmth that remained in his body. But it was futile—the house was cold, and so were the hearts of the people who should have protected him.

Taehyung flinched. Even after all these years, the sound of his father’s voice made him feel small, worthless, and afraid.

Taehyung’s throat tightened. He tried to speak, tried to explain, but no words could capture the fear, the shame, the exhaustion that had taken root in his bones.

Taehyung lowered his gaze, fighting the urge to curl into himself. Worthless… The word echoed endlessly in his mind. Every beat of his heart, every breath he drew, reminded him that he was nothing—not to his parents, not to the world, and certainly not to the man he had been forced to marry.

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Tears welled in Taehyung’s eyes, but he dared not let them fall. Minjae had a cruel way of taking joy in his tears, a sadistic hunger that left Taehyung trembling in every corner of his body.

Taehyung tried to nod, tried to comply, but his body shook uncontrollably. He had learned the hard way that trembling, even in fear, could provoke Minjae’s wrath. And tonight, Minjae’s wrath was coming. A sharp strike to his shoulder sent him tumbling to the floor. Pain exploded through his body, but he could not cry out. Even the walls of the mansion, grand and imposing, could not shield him from the suffocating terror.

And as Minjae’s shadow loomed over him, Taehyung finally felt the crushing weight of hopelessness. Not just the weight of pain, but the suffocating reality that his parents had handed him to this fate. The people who should have loved him, who should have protected him, had sold him to cruelty. As his body gave in, trembling and exhausted, his mind drifted to the only thought that kept him alive: If there is another life… I will not be weak. I will not be obedient. I will make every one of them pay. The world grew dark. His last breath escaped in a whisper. The candle flickered and died. Kim Taehyung, fragile and broken, finally surrendered to the cruel hands of fate. But death, as cruel as it seemed, was only the beginning.