Hwang Joonjae was a ruthless mafia don. Shrewd, calculative and manipulative, Joonjae was the most dangerous figure in the underworld. That is until he suddenly disappeared without a trace. Five years later, Joonjae returned to the country, only this time, he was not alone. Accompanying him was Lee Chaerin, a beautiful and mysterious girl, who went with him everywhere. Addressing her as his 'wife', Joonjae sets off to unveil a decade old mystery related to his family's death. The small setback is that only Joonjae can see or hear his 'wife'. Who is this mysterious Chaerin? Is she real or a fragment of his imagination? WARNING: THIS NOVEL WILL CONTAIN SOME SMUT. ALSO, DUE TO THE VIOLENT THEME OF THE NOVEL, THERE WILL BE A LOT OF DETAILED GRAPHIC VIOLENCE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AND NO FL VIOLATION WILL BE PRESENT IN THIS NOVEL. Cover Credit: Fanart from Pinterest with slight modificationsView More
Joonjae drove aimlessly. The ring was still in his pocket. Even though the Undertaker had insisted to have it examined, Joonjae refused to part from it. After many years, he was convinced that whatever happened that night to his parents was not an accident.His mother was labeled as a mentally ill woman by the media. She was accused of killing her husband and attempted murder on her son. Even though people pointed fingers at her, Joonjae knew she was not at fault. He still remembered the kind and caring mother he had…"Joonjae!" Jisoo called out. "Joonjae, where are you?"She was looking everywhere for her son at their mansion. Where could he be hiding? She wondered.Jisoo looked in the attic, but he was not there. She searched for him at his playhouse, but he was not there either. Panic began to creep into her heart."Joonjae!" she cried out. She began to dread that somet
Joonjae and the others walked up to the reception."Hello," he greeted the nurse at the reception desk. "I am here to meet a patient.""Please state the name, sir," she replied."His name is Kim Hyun Bin," Joonjae informed her. "He has been living in the burn unit for the past twenty years. His wife, Lee Shinah was the perpetrator.""Kindly wait a minute, sir," the nurse said, checking the records. "He is in room 220 on level two.""Thank you," Joonjae said. He turned to his companions. "Let's go."They walked up the stairs to reach level two."Should be somewhere here," Yoseob commented. "Aha!"He pointed at a door in front of them. "There it is," he said."Wait," Undertaker stopped them. "What if this one is a false lead as well? I heard the last time you guys went to a mental asylum in search o
Yoseob was snoring loudly. He had been up all night playing online games. His gaming pseudonym was killeroppa101.It was quite a popular name in the gaming world. People dreaded his presence because it meant the end of all opponents. After all, he was the youngest gamer to have reached the final level in League of Assassins, the most complicated game of the present time.After staying up all night to take down the main villain, Yoseob was slumped over his keyboard. He was drooling on his keyboard when Joonjae came in.Seeing his geek of an assistant sleeping so peacefully at this time of the day annoyed Joonjae. The guy had specifically asked him to arrive early at the office because he found something important. Joonjae even cut his time short with Chaerin for this important work. But Yoseob had the audacity to sleep this late!Joonjae quietly went towards a washroom. He picked up a mug and filled i
The morning sun shone brightly through the window. Joonjae stirred as the rays fell on him. He opened his eyes only to be met with a pair of amber ones.Happiness fluttered within him. She was there with him. She was not gone."Good morning," he greeted in a raspy voice."Good morning," Chaerin smiled. "Wake up, hubby. You gotta go to work.""Five more minutes," he said drowsily, clutching her close. He held her tightly all night long, refusing to let go. If Chaerin had been alive, she would have suffocated under his strong embrace."Wake up!" she tried to tickle him but he caught her hand. Suddenly, he hoisted himself over her. His eyes were full of passion for her."Joonjae, I-"Her words got stuck in her throat as his lips came crashing down on hers. She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue
It was a breezy night. A lone girl stood in the living room with her back to him. She looked ethereal. Her pearly skin was giving a soft glow in the dark, as if the moon descended on earth. He looked at her with love filled eyes but conflict in his heart. Slowly, he approached her."I'm home," he said softly. She turned to look at him with sorrowful eyes. She looked so unearthly yet in pain."Welcome back," she smiled sadly."Your eyes do not match your smile," he commented. "Something is troubling you.""Everything troubles me," she said in melancholy. She held his hand. "Are we doing the right thing?""What do you mean?""We...we should not be together," she said. "We belong to different worlds. Our lives should not be intertwined. Yet, here we are, married to each other. We shouldn't be together."He felt his heartstrings being pulled.
Her eyes were covered with heavy bandages. No doubt she really cooked them in a pot before killing her husband. Yet, it felt like she was watching them.Her dress was bloodied especially the lower area and it looked like she had not bathed in days. Her body had scars from self mutilation, some of which looked very fresh and picked on repeatedly. She looked anorexic and her appearance was gaunt, devoid of any life in it.She tore another one of the limbs from the bloody pulp in her hands and chewed on it."You know my name," Joonjae stated coolly.The woman let out a wheezing giggle, flashing her teeth which were marred with blood. She smacked her lips hungrily."You are Hwang Joonjae," she sneered. "Son of Hwang Jisun and Kim Jisoo. Twenty eight years old. Head of the country's most dangerous Mafia syndicate.""Things which you could read in any newspaper," J
(WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND SOME DISTURBING ELEMENTS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)After an hour, Joonjae and Yoseob pulled up in front of The Institute of Mental Rehabilitation."Is this the place?" Joonjae asked."That's what the article mentioned," Yoseob replied. They were standing in front of a large, white building. The entrance was locked with a heavily padded iron gate and electric barb wires were placed all throughout the wall's perimeter."Let's talk to the guard," Joonjae pointed towards the gate. He walked forward, with Yoseob in tow.A pompous guard stood at the gate. He had a smug look on his face and he stared arrogantly at the approaching guests."We want to meet a patient here," Joonjae informed the heavily armed guard. It struck odd to him that a mental institution would arm guards with live rifles and
After meeting with Sheng, Joonjae placed another call. Someone picked it up on the third ring."Meet me at the hideout," he ordered without saying any greeting."Ehhh? But I just fell asleep, boss!" a slow voice came from the receiver."Meet me there in half an hour," Joonjae said, ignoring the whining from the other end."So cruel, boss," the voice complained. "I demand a pay rise!""Just get there!" Joonjae snapped and hung up the phone. He was not keen on hiring this person but he was the best candidate for the job. No one else came close to the skills this person possessed.Joonjae sighed and revved up the engine. He pulled up and sped off.….Half an hour later, he parked the car in front of a modest apartment building. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary apartment building of six floors. An old,
Joonjae stopped in front of an old, rundown factory building. The building was quite ancient. The wall paint was peeling off and the once white building was now a dirty brown color. There were no workers around and the windows were boarded up.There was a broken door at the front and there was not a soul in sight. Small insects and animals scurried here and there, building their homes in the corners of the abandoned place.Stepping forward, Joonjae checked his watch. It was almost 1 PM in the afternoon. He took out his phone and checked the text again."1:30 PM," it said. He was half an hour early. Leaning against the car door, he waited patiently for someone to turn up.Finally, he saw a black minivan pulling up in front of the building. A short, stumpy man in his sixties stepped out. The old man walked towards Joonjae, carrying an envelope."Long time no see," the old man comme
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