Only Kimberly's screams filled the warehouse. I enjoyed her desperation and laughed.
“Kim, they work for me.”
My subordinates left, locking the door from outside.

Kimberly banged on the door, but it wouldn't open.
I stood and dragged her down, then slammed her to the floor.
“Ah!”
She cried out in pain.
I crouched over her: “Kim, you kidnapped me, even tried to have me assaulted. What should I do?”
“Call the police?”

“Or bring them back?”
Terrified, she scrambled backward.
“Oh, I know.”
I held her down: “How about you have my child? You call me a freak—have a freak yourself!”

I tore her clothes.
Kimberly broke down. Sobbing, she begged, “Lee Yung, I was wrong! Forgive me!”
Desperate, she grabbed my hand: “I'll do anything! Let me go!”
I asked: “Really? Anything?”
She nodded frantically: “Yes! I swear!”
I smiled wider: “Get surgery.”
She froze: “What…?”
“I want you to become like me. Then you won't call me a monster.”
I stared at her with clear malice : “And you know about Brandon's… particular tastes. Don't you want him to desire you?”
Kimberly gasped.
“On your wedding night, know what Brandon was doing?”
I pitied her: “While you begged for help, he was next door having fun with his young lover!”
Something shattered in her eyes—tears poured out.
I stood, looking down: “That mistress… heard she's a freak like me. Face it—he likes us. If you don't become like us, you'll never have him!”
After that, Kimberly visibly withered.
Every night, Brandon stayed in my room. He was utterly infatuated with me, we partied like every night was our last.
But Kimberly never confronted us—just watched silently.
Brandon asked curiously: “What leverage do you have over Kimberly?”
I just smiled and said nothing. I had enough dirt on Kimberly to ruin her life ten times over.
Kimberly didn't respond to my surgery idea, but I wasn't impatient.
I had time.
To please me, Brandon threw business my way—even held the Harrison Foundation's charity auction at my hotel.
Brandon and Kimberly's first public appearance since marrying drew crowds.
Under flashing lights, Brandon acted tender and devoted—the perfect loving husband.
He bid $3 million on a sapphire necklace, placed it on Kimberly himself—the auction peaked.
Before the event ended, news articles flooded online.
A business marriage wrapped in love—everyone ate it up. Harrison and Windsor stocks rose.
Brandon socialized with a blushing Kimberly. Her eyes shone with bliss.
But it was a fairy tale—at midnight, Cinderella's coach would turn back.
After the auction, Brandon coldly let go of Kimberly's hand: “Go back yourself.”
He walked me to the elevator, arm around me. Outside, Kimberly swayed, ready to collapse.
Since confronting Kimberly, Brandon grew more brazen.
In the room, someone waited—Sarah, the maid of honor.
I raised a brow at Brandon.