All Chapters of Bloodline of Sin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

The ceiling was the wrong shade of white. It was the first thought that pierced the thick, cotton-heavy fog wrapping Han Jun-woo’s brain. It wasn’t the warm, textured cream of his stepfather’s estate in Seongbuk-dong, nor was it the exposed industrial concrete of his loft in Manhattan. This was a sterile, predatory white, smooth as bone, framed by sharp, minimalist molding that looked less like decoration and more like a cage.Jun blinked, his eyelids feeling like they were weighted with lead. He tried to turn his head to beg whoever was tapping on his head to stop as it was sounding like a drum in his head, but the world tilted violently on its axis. A wave of nausea rolled through his gut, forcing a groan from his dry throat.="Where..." His voice was a rusty scrape against the silence.He pushed his palms against the mattress. The sheets were silky sateen, old, slippery, and undoubtedly expensive. Higher thread count than his rent. He tried to sit up, summoning the will to orient

The Incheon Docks smelled of the ocean, and for people who were familiar with it, knew that it smelled of something else, smelled of things that had died in it.The air was thick with a briny, chemical soup, a mixture of diesel fumes, rusting iron, rotting seaweed, and the distinct, metallic tang of industrial grease. It was a stark, violent contrast to the sterilized, climate-controlled air of the penthouse in Gangnam. Here, the world was stripped of its veneer. Here, the world was grit, rust, and silence.The armored Cadillac Escalade idled on the wet pavement, its engine a low, predatory purr that vibrated through the chassis. Outside, the sky had bruised into a deep, angry charcoal. The rain had started twenty minutes ago, not a cleansing storm, but a miserable, freezing drizzle that slicked the asphalt and turned the dust of the shipping yard into black sludge. Inside the car, the silence was absolute.Han Min-jae sat in the back seat, staring out at the labyrinth of stacked sh

The Library Study was a vacuum of sound, save for the rhythmic drumming of rain against the reinforced glass and the soft, shallow breathing of the child on Han Min-jae’s lap.Having his sister, the admirable doctor, Ji-yoon, here helped. It was a tether to humanity he hadn't realized he was desperate for. And Hana, his five-year-old niece, was a warm, living weight against his chest, her small hands clutching the lapels of his charcoal suit as if he were a life raft. The calming effect was undeniable. It smoothed the jagged edges of his nerves, if only slightly.He knew his reputation. He saw it reflected in the terrified glances of the staff, the guarded posture of his board members, and the pure hatred radiating from his step-brothers across the room. He was the "Prince of Darkness," the cold-hearted machine built by a cruel father.But as much as he hated the Chairman, and god, did he hate him with a virulence that tasted like bile, the man was still his father. The idea that the