Reborn to Tempt My Father-in-Law: The Chairman’S Exquisite Match (Taekook)
Chapter 1: The Anatomy of a Betrayal
Author Elsa
🌼 Hello, my daisies! 🌼
Author Elsa
I'm here with another story! ✨ I hope you'll enjoy this new journey with me.
Author Elsa
Please shower this story with your love and support. 🥹🫶
Author Elsa
If you do, I'll make sure to update regularly! 💕✨
Happy reading! 🌷
The rain pounded relentlessly against the rusted tin roof of the abandoned riverside warehouse.
The sound was a deafening, metallic roar that filled the freezing, empty space.
On the stained concrete floor, Kim Taehyung lay completely paralyzed. His body shivered violently from the cold.
Every shallow gasp for air felt like inhaling shattered glass.
He could feel the thick, sticky sensation of warm blood pooling rapidly beneath the back of his head, soaking into his silver-blond hair.
The bitter, sour scent of his own distressed vanilla-citrus pheromones saturated the damp air.
It was a desperate, biological cry for help, but no one in this dark room cared to answer.
Through a heavy haze of blinding pain and blurry vision, Taehyung forced his eyes to remain open.
Standing just a few feet away from his bleeding form were two people.
The first was Jeon Jaehyun. The twenty-two-year-old dominant Alpha looked completely unbothered by the storm raging outside.
He stood tall, casually adjusting the cuffs of his expensive tailored suit jacket.
His face was twisted into a mask of pure coldness. In his gloved hand, he held a thick leather folder containing forged documents.
This was the paper trail he had spent months creating to transfer all his massive insider trading debts, corporate fraud, and illegal tech shell companies directly into the Kim family’s name.
Standing right beside Jaehyun, her fingers possessively wrapped around the Alpha's arm, was Han Seo-joon.
She was a vicious, high-society Omega with a reputation for sweet smiles and a razor-sharp, social-climbing ambition.
She wore a pristine designer coat. Her own cloying, sugary-sweet peach pheromones were intentionally flaring to mock Taehyung's fading scent.
Taehyung’s heart shattered completely as he watched Seo-joon lean her head against Jaehyun’s shoulder.
She looked down at Taehyung with a cruel, victorious smirk. In this life, Taehyung had considered Seo-joon a close friend. He had trusted her with his deepest secrets.
He had welcomed her into his home, completely oblivious to the fact that she and Jaehyun had been sleeping together behind his back for over a year.
Kim Taehyung/Past
"Why... Jaehyun?" his voice was a broken, rattling whisper.
The words tore at his raw throat, his fingers twitching weakly against the cold stone floor.
Kim Taehyung/Past
"My parents... they treated you like a son."
Kim Taehyung/Past
"I loved you."
Kim Taehyung/Past
"My brother Hoseok gave you millions of our own logistics money to save your failing company. Why are you doing this to us?"
Kim Taehyung/Past
"And you... Seo-joon... I trusted you."
Jaehyun didn't show a single shred of remorse.
Instead, a harsh, mocking laugh escaped his lips, echoing sharply off the empty concrete walls.
Jeon Jaehyun/Past
"Trusted me? Don't be so pathetic, Taehyung."
Jaehyun sneered, stepping closer to look down at the dying Omega with absolute disdain.
Jeon Jaehyun/Past
"You and your perfect, doting parents never saw me as an equal."
Jeon Jaehyun/Past
"You looked down on me from your golden tower."
Jeon Jaehyun/Past
"You just wanted a pet Alpha from the Jeon family that you could control and parade around your fancy charity galas."
Jeon Jaehyun/Past
"You always acted so holy, so pure. It suffocated me."
Han Seo-Joon/Past
"Jaehyun is right"
Seo-joon chimed in, her voice dripping with venomous amusement as she reached up to adjust Jaehyun's tie.
Han Seo-Joon/Past
"Did you really think a powerful Alpha like Jaehyun would want a naive, overbearing Omega like you forever?"
Han Seo-Joon/Past
"You were just a stepping stone, Taehyung."
Han Seo-Joon/Past
"A beautiful, stupid shield to take the fall when the corporate authorities finally closed in on our accounts."
Han Seo-Joon/Past
"We forged your signature perfectly, sweetie," She laughed, tapping the leather folder with her manicured nails.
Han Seo-Joon/Past
"By tomorrow morning, your brilliant diplomat father and your high-society mother will lose everything."
Han Seo-Joon/Past
"They will be ruined, and it's all thanks to your blind stupidity."
Kim Taehyung/Past
"Jaehyun, please... the baby..."
Taehyung choked out, his voice cracking as his hand moved instinctively toward his lower stomach.
He hadn't even had the chance to tell Jaehyun that he was expecting.
Jaehyun’s eyes narrowed into slits, completely unmoved.
Jeon Jaehyun/Past
"Do you think I care? If it's yours, it's pathetic. We're leaving."
Jaehyun turned his back on Taehyung without a trace of regret.
He wrapped his arm tightly around Seo-joon’s waist, pulling her flush against his side.
Seo-joon let out a soft, delighted giggle, looking back over her shoulder one last time to flash Taehyung a mocking wave as they walked slowly toward the heavy exit doors.
They stepped through the threshold into the dark night, pulling the massive iron doors shut with a screeching, heavy groan.
The sharp, definitive sound of a massive iron padlock locking from the outside shattered the last remaining pieces of Taehyung's soul.
He was locked inside a freezing, forgotten building in the dead of winter, left to bleed out and die completely alone in the dark.
While his lover and his best friend went off to celebrate his family's destruction.
The coldness spread from his fingers up to his chest.
The lingering traces of the gentle, submissive love he had once carried for Jaehyun burned away entirely, replaced by a fierce, black, boiling rage that ignited his dying spirit.
He stared blindly into the pitch-black void of the warehouse ceiling, his heart giving its final, struggling thuds.
Kim Taehyung/Past
"Moon Goddess"
Taehyung prayed in his mind, his final thoughts screaming with pure, unadulterated hatred into the universe.
Kim Taehyung/Past
"Please hear me. If you have any mercy left for a broken soul... give me a second chance."
Kim Taehyung/Past
"Do not let them win. Give me my life back, and I swear I will make them lose absolutely everything."
Kim Taehyung/Past
"I will tempt the devil himself to drag them into hell."
Author Elsa
If you enjoyed reading, please don't forget to vote and leave a comment. 🥹
Author Elsa
Your love and support motivate me to keep writing!
See you in the next chapter! 🌸
Chapter 2: The Taste of Iced Coffee
A violent gasp tore from Taehyung’s throat as his lungs fought for air.
He bolted upright, his hands instantly flying to the back of his head.
He braced himself for the feeling of sticky, wet blood, the jagged edge of cracked bone, and the smell of rusted iron.
But his fingers found only smooth, silky, uninjured hair.
Kim Taehyung/MC
"What...?"
Taehyung breathed, his voice clear, not a raspy choke.
He blinked rapidly against the bright, warm morning light pouring through a pair of massive glass windows.
There was no sound of pouring rain on a tin roof. No smell of rust or damp concrete.
Instead, the air was filled with the luxurious scent of fresh lilies and expensive lavender linen spray.
Taehyung looked down at his hands. They were pale, clean, and completely uninjured.
He scrambled out of the massive, king-sized bed and ran straight into the adjoining marble bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror.
Kim Taehyung/MC
"I'm alive," he whispered, tracing his fingers over his flawless jawline.
Kim Taehyung/MC
"I'm actually alive."
His skin was glowing, entirely devoid of the hollow, exhausted paleness that had plagued his final weeks in the past timeline.
He checked the digital calendar on the smart mirror.
It read: Tuesday, October 12.
He had actually gone back in time. He was twenty-three years old again.
The fraudulent contract that ruined his parents hadn't been signed yet.
More importantly, he was not yet bound to the Jeon family, and the betrayal hadn't physically begun.
He knew he could never tell a single soul about this. They would think he was insane.
To the world, he would just be an Omega who finally grew a spine.
Right on cue, the smartphone on his vanity began to vibrate violently.
The caller ID displayed the one name that made his blood instantly turn to pure ice: Jaehyun.
Taehyung took a slow, deep breath, stabilizing his racing heart.
The sweet, naive, submissive Omega who used to scramble to answer this phone with an anxious smile was completely dead.
In his place stood a man forged in betrayal, sharp-tongued and lethal.
He swiped the screen to answer, putting it on speaker as he walked back into the bedroom toward his small personal wet bar.
Jeon Jaehyun
📲"Taehyung! Finally, you pick up"
Jaehyun’s voice whined loudly through the speaker, dripping with his usual arrogant entitlement.
Jeon Jaehyun
📲"You wouldn't believe the day I'm having."
Jeon Jaehyun
📲"My father completely ignored my tech proposal at the board meeting again."
Jeon Jaehyun
📲"He’s so cold and unfeeling."
Kim Taehyung/MC
📲"Is that so?"
Taehyung asked smoothly, his voice completely level.
Jeon Jaehyun
📲"Yes! He's a monster," he snapped.
Jeon Jaehyun
📲"Anyway, I need a huge favor."
Jeon Jaehyun
📲" I need you to talk to your dad about getting that extra venture capital pushed through today."
Jeon Jaehyun
📲"My subsidiary needs the cash flow by tomorrow morning."
Jeon Jaehyun
📲"Seo-joon says it's a perfect move for us."
Hearing Han Seo-joon's name spoken so casually made Taehyung's grip tighten around his glass.
He casually pressed a button on his espresso machine, listening to the dark liquid drip over ice.
He took a slow sip, letting the bitter taste ground him, before cutting Jaehyun off mid-sentence.
His voice was smooth, elegant, and sharp as a razor.
Kim Taehyung/MC
📲"Your tone is entirely too loud for someone living off an allowance, Jaehyun."
There was a sudden, breathless silence on the other end of the line.
Jaehyun had never heard Taehyung speak to him with anything less than pure devotion.
Jeon Jaehyun
📲"What? Taehyung, what did you just say?"
Kim Taehyung/MC
📲"I said, we are done," he replied calmly, swirling the ice in his glass.
Kim Taehyung/MC
📲"I am breaking up with you."
Kim Taehyung/MC
📲"Do not call me again, and do not come near my family."
Kim Taehyung/MC
📲"I hate repeating myself."
Jeon Jaehyun
📲"Wait! Are you insane?" he barked, his voice rising in anger.
Jeon Jaehyun
📲"You can't break up with me!"
Jeon Jaehyun
📲"My father is the Chairman of the Jeon Group!"
Jeon Jaehyun
📲"Do you think your family can just insult me and get away with it?"
Jeon Jaehyun
📲"You need me, Taehyung!"
Kim Taehyung/MC
📲"No, Jaehyun"
Taehyung murmured, a dangerous, beautiful smirk curling the corners of his lips.
Kim Taehyung/MC
📲 "You needed me. Goodbye."
Taehyung ended the call without letting him finish.
He blocked the number immediately, then pulled up his contacts and blocked Han Seo-joon as well.
A simple breakup wouldn't stop a greedy, desperate pair of animals like Jaehyun and Seo-joon from targeting his parents' wealth.
To completely insulate his family from their malice, he needed a shield that no one could pierce.
He needed the ultimate apex predator of the corporate world.
The ruthless, untouchable forty-one-year-old True Blood Alpha who also happened to be Jaehyun's powerful father.
If Jaehyun wanted to use his father’s shadow to intimidate him, then Taehyung would simply take the father for himself.
He would seduce the Chairman, become Jaehyun's step-parent, and destroy the boy from the absolute top of the empire.
Taehyung walked over to his walk-in closet, his eyes locking onto a specific outfit.
Kim Taehyung/MC
"Let's see how your father likes a real challenge, Jaehyun."
Taehyung whispered to the empty room.
Kim Taehyung/MC
"Let's see how you like calling me your Step father."
Author Elsa
LIKES COMMENTS GIFTS AND VOTES 💜
Chapter 3: The Price of Secrets
The heavy bass from the underground jazz club thudded rhythmically through the floorboards, vibrating right up into Taehyung’s boots.
The air down here was thick with the scent of expensive bourbon, expensive cigars, and a faint metallic hint of ozone from rows of hidden server racks.
Taehyung walked past the velvet curtains of the VIP section, ignoring the wealthy patrons, and stepped directly into a back room marked Private.
Sitting in front of a wall of glowing blue computer screens was Min Yoongi.
The twenty-six-year-old Dominant Alpha didn't even look up from his keyboard.
His pale fingers flew across the keys with terrifying speed, his dark eyes reflecting lines of raw data.
As a Dominant Alpha, Yoongi didn't need to yell to command a room; his dark, heavy aura alone was enough to make most people drop to their knees.
Min Yoongi
"You're five minutes late, Taehyung," he muttered.
His voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated with natural authority.
Min Yoongi
"And you smell like a storm is brewing."
Min Yoongi
"What happened to the submissive little puppy who used to let Jaehyun choose his clothes?"
Taehyung didn't flinch, completely resisting the heavy pressure of Yoongi's alpha aura.
He walked right over to the desk, pulled up a sleek leather chair, and sat down.
He crossed his legs elegantly, leaning his chin on his palm.
Kim Taehyung/MC
"The puppy grew up, Yoongi. And he realized that wolves are much better company."
Yoongi paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard.
He slowly turned his head, his sharp, cat-like eyes narrowing as his dominant instincts took in Taehyung’s new demeanor.
The fragile, easily frightened Omega he had known for years was gone.
In his place sat someone radiating absolute control, wearing an emerald-green silk shirt that screamed danger.
Min Yoongi
"You look different"
Yoongi observed, his dominant aura flaring slightly as if testing Taehyung's boundaries.
Min Yoongi
"Your pheromones aren't hiding anymore. What do you want?"
Kim Taehyung/MC
"I need the offshore account numbers for Jaehyun’s tech subsidiary," He said smoothly, cutting straight to the chase.
Kim Taehyung/MC
"The ones he uses to funnel money from my family’s logistics firm into his personal shell companies."
Kim Taehyung/MC
"I know they exist, Yoongi. Don't lie to me."
Yoongi let out a sharp, amused breath, leaning back in his chair.
Min Yoongi
"Those are highly encrypted files, brat."
Min Yoongi
"Even if I could get them, that kind of information costs more than your monthly allowance."
Min Yoongi
"Why the sudden interest in your fiancé's finances anyway?"
Min Yoongi
"I thought you two were planning a spring wedding."
Kim Taehyung/MC
"There is no wedding," he replied.
His voice dropping into a cold, deadly register.
Kim Taehyung/MC
"I broke up with him ten minutes ago. And I don’t want to just look at those files, Yoongi."
Kim Taehyung/MC
"I want them transferred to a secure thumb drive within the next ten minutes. Name your price."
Yoongi’s eyes widened slightly.
As a Dominant Alpha, he respected raw power and fearlessness, and he could smell both coming off Taehyung in waves.
Min Yoongi
"Breaking up with the Chairman’s son?"
Min Yoongi
"Your diplomat father is going to have a heart attack when the Jeon Group retaliates."
Kim Taehyung/MC
"The Jeon Group won't retaliate," he murmured, a dark, breathtaking smirk gracing his lips.
Kim Taehyung/MC
"Because by this afternoon, I will have the Chairman himself holding my leash. Or rather, I'll be holding his."
Yoongi stared at him for a long, silent moment before a slow, genuine grin spread across his face.
He cracked his knuckles and turned back to his monitors, his dominant aura settling into a satisfied hum.
Min Yoongi
"I don't know what changed inside that pretty head of yours, Kim Taehyung, but I like it."
Min Yoongi
"Consider this a gift on the house—just promise me I get a front-row seat when the explosion happens."
Kim Taehyung/MC
"Oh, you will"
Taehyung whispered, watching the progress bar on the screen load to one hundred percent.
Kim Taehyung/MC
"You will."
Ten minutes later, Taehyung walked out of the jazz club with a sleek black thumb drive tucked securely into his breast pocket.
He pulled out his phone and dialed his brother.
Kim Taehyung/MC
📲"Hoseok-hyung"
Taehyung said as soon as his older brother picked up.
Kim Hoseok/MC's bro
📲"Tae? What’s wrong? You never call me during my morning briefings."
Hoseok’s deep, booming Alpha voice came through the line, instantly thick with protective worry.
Kim Hoseok/MC's bro
📲"Is Jaehyun causing trouble again? I swear, if that brat—"
Kim Taehyung/MC
📲"Hyung, freeze all the joint venture funds we allocated for Jaehyun's tech expansion. Do it right now,"
Taehyung commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Kim Taehyung/MC
📲 "Do not let a single cent leave our logistics accounts."
Kim Hoseok/MC's bro
📲..........
There was a stunned silence on the other end.
Kim Hoseok/MC's bro
📲"Taehyung... you've been fighting me for months to give him that money. What changed?"
Kim Taehyung/MC
📲"I saw his true colors, hyung. I'm handling it."
Kim Taehyung/MC
📲"Just trust me and freeze the accounts. I'm on my way to the Jeon Group headquarters right now."
Kim Hoseok/MC's bro
📲"Wait, Taehyung! Don't go there alone!"
Hoseok shouted, but Taehyung had already cut the call.
He stepped out onto the bustling city street, hailing a sleek black town car.
The stage was set. The traitors were cut off from his family's wealth.
Now, it was time to enter the lion's den and meet the True Blood Chairman.
✨ This update is for you, cutie! 💖
Author Elsa
LIKES COMMENTS GIFTS AND VOTES 💜
Download NovelToon APP on App Store and Google Play
