All Chapters of A DEAL OF SIN: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The next few days passed in a blur of wedding preparations and shopping. Zayren seemed more excited than anyone else. He made sure Sarang felt his effort, his remorse, and his determination to make up for the mistakes of his past. He wanted her to feel loved... not just through words, but through actions. Sarang deserved love, and he intended to give her all of it. When the wedding day finally arrived, Sarang felt nervous. Her mother looked distant, lost somewhere deep within her thoughts. Sarang hugged her tightly. “Mom, aren’t you happy for me?” she asked after pulling back. Her mother opened her mouth to reply, but a knock on the door interrupted them. They both turned toward the door to find Jiyeon and her father standing there. Sarang frowned immediately. “What are you doing here?” Before they could answer, her mother spoke. “I invited them.” Sarang felt hurt, even though she knew her mother did not know how deeply Jiyeon had hurt both her and Zayren. Still, confusion gnawed

“Mom! Dad! Sarang!” Zayren’s voice echoed through the house as he stumbled inside. “Where is everyone?” Hearing his voice, Mr. and Mrs. Kim rushed out immediately. Their eyes widened in shock when they saw his condition... his head bleeding slightly, his clothes torn and stained with dirt, his breathing uneven. Mrs. Kim hurried to him, checking him frantically from head to toe before pulling him into a gentle hug. “Are you alright, son?” she asked anxiously. “What happened to you?” Zayren shook his head, trying to steady himself, his mind racing with only one thought. “I’ll tell you everything,” he said urgently, pulling back from her. “But first I need to see Sarang. She must be angry with me. I couldn’t make it to our wedding on time, and I ruined everything again, Mom.” His voice cracked as panic crept in. “She was starting to trust me, but now she isn’t even picking up my calls. Please tell me she isn’t angry with me. Please.” Mr. Kim stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Zay

“Sarang and Zayren. Jaeyoung. And… and that unborn child my sister is carrying.” Jiyeon’s body shook violently as the weight of her actions crashed down on her. “Jiyeon,” her father said calmly, stepping closer. “You don’t need to worry about that. Sarang would never have been happy with Zayren. I saw it in her eyes the day Zayren divorced you. She wanted to leave him. Zayren dragged her between you both.” He paused, his voice firm. “Sarang is my daughter. That’s why I made that decision. Yes, it hurt her... but it was necessary. For her happiness. And for yours. So don’t blame yourself for anything.” Jiyeon shook her head, tears falling freely. “No,” she whispered. “I won’t listen to that.” She clenched her fists. “I didn’t think about Sarang before. I was blinded by hatred. But now I know. Now I realize how much pain I gave her… to my own sister?!” She turned abruptly. “I’ll meet Sarang. I’ll apologize for everything I did. I can’t... ” Her father grabbed her wrist, stopping he

“We’ve been trying our best, sir. There isn’t a single record of Cheon Sarang… or Kim Sarang,” the man said, his head bowed low. He was too afraid to look at the person in front of him... someone whose rage could burn a man alive. Zayren let out a slow, dangerous breath before rising from his chair. “Four years,” he said coldly. “You wasted more than four years and you’re telling me she doesn’t exist?” The man flinched. “S-sir, we are trying, but… but it’s as if the woman never existed. What if she’s no long ali... ” He never got to finish. Zayren’s hand wrapped around his throat in a flash, lifting him off the ground. The man gasped, his feet kicking helplessly as his face slowly turned pale. “I didn’t pay you to give me theories,” Zayren hissed, his eyes burning with fury. “If you can’t do your job properly, get the hell out of my sight.” He released him without mercy. The man collapsed to the floor, coughing violently, struggling to breathe. “Mr. Kim.” Zayren turned sharply.

The next morning arrived quietly, sunlight slipping in through the curtains as Sarang helped get her son ready for school. Reynez had been awake since dawn, his laughter filling the house, his small feet barely touching the floor as he bounced around in uncontrollable excitement. Every little thing thrilled him... the uniform, the shoes, the bag... while Sarang followed him with gentle hands and a soft smile, even as her chest felt tight from the lingering unease of the dream she had seen the night before. She tried to shake it off, focusing instead on the warmth of her son’s happiness. “Are you really that excited, Rey?” Jaeyoung asked, adjusting his tie as he prepared for the office, watching the child with faint amusement. “Yes, papa, I’m very very happy,” Reynez replied, giggling as if joy itself couldn’t stay contained inside him. Sarang smiled at the sight, her heart swelling and aching at the same time, fear quietly coiling beneath her happiness. “Okay then let’s go, it’s al