After that, I used my body as a bargaining chip to stay by his side.
I learned everything I could—how he negotiated, networked, and conduced business.
People around him came and went. Some couldn't take it and leaped to their own death.

I endured five years of hell and earned his trust.
I went from being his toy to his right-hand.
He got older and less active. Before he went abroad to retire, he handed part of his operations to me.
I couldn't wait to see Kimberly.
It was her wedding day. She stood on stage in her wedding dress, glowing with happiness.
But in the corner, her groom was making eyes at her maid of honor—even during the group photo, their fingers were intertwined behind their backs.

The irony was almost too perfect.
I whispered some instructions to the hotel manager.
This venue was mine.
I watched the whole wedding. Afterward, the newlyweds were taken upstairs—too drunk, they said.

When I used my key card to enter, Kimberly was already out of it.
Her husband was next door with his mistress. To keep her quiet, he'd even had someone drug her drink.
I smirked.
If I hadn't switched the drug, she'd have simply slept through the nigh.
She writhed on the bed, tearing at her clothes. “So hot… so uncomfortable… hubby, help me…”
Soon, she was completely naked.
Watching her, I felt a stir too.
The old man had all sorts of tastes. He liked to play, and liked to watch others play. In those five years, I'd been with all sorts of people—men, women, everyone.
He fed me all kinds of experimental drugs—some not even on the market. My body became hypersensitive.
Even when my mind resisted, my body responded.
Destroying a woman's perfect fantasy is the simplest form of ruin.
So I climbed onto the bed. “Kim, I'll help you.”
Devoid of reason, her hands reached for me. “Hubby! We're finally married! I'm so happy!”
“You said you'd give me the perfect wedding night—you didn't lie!”
I wasn't gentle. However that old man treated me the night she sold me, I returned the favor.
When she felt the pain, she woke up. “You're not my husband—who are you?”
Kimberly tried to push me away, but I pinned her wrists above her head. “Kim, it's been so long. Don't recognize me?”
“I've been thinking about you day and night.”
First confusion, then terror washed over her face. “Lee Yung! It's you! You're still alive!”
“You freak! Get off me!”
She struggled hard—the more she fought, the more my body reacted.
I was stronger than her—this “freak.”
“Hubby! Save me!”
“Somebody! Help!”
She kept screaming, but the entire floor was empty, cleared on my orders. No one was coming.
Next door, someone was there—but they were busy. I could faintly hear them—no one was paying attention here.
Kimberly screamed until she realized no one was coming. Finally, she broke. Crying, she begged me: “Lee Yung, we were best friends… please let me go.”