WHAT A TWIST!

Chapter 121

The puzzle pieces clicked into place with a deafening clarity, and I felt the weight of Racy's deceit settle upon me like a shroud.

Why did I seem to attract these charlatans, these masters of manipulation? Every smile, every gesture, every word now seemed tainted with duplicity. Racy, the friend I had trusted with my innermost thoughts, was nothing more than a mole, a spy feeding information to Hyun Min's mother. The betrayal cut deep, a jagged wound that threatened to consume me whole.

As I replayed our interactions in my mind, a chill ran down my spine. Every touch, every laugh, every shared moment – all of it had been a carefully crafted ruse. Racy's eagerness to touch my meme, her persistent attempts to get close to me... it was all just a clever act, designed to lull me into a false sense of security. I felt like a pawn in a game, a mere plaything for Racy and Hyun Min's mother to manipulate at their whim.

The anger and disappointment swirled within me like a maelstrom, threatening to engulf me. I couldn't help but wonder what else Racy had lied about, what other secrets she had hidden behind her mask of friendship. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I had been living in a world of illusions, a world where nothing was as it seemed. And now, the curtain had been pulled back, revealing the ugly truth.

The woman's eyes gleamed with a sinister light as she signaled to the people surrounding her. They moved in tandem, producing a bottle of wine and a pristine cup. With a calculated gesture, she held out the cup, and they poured the crimson liquid into it. Her eyes never left mine as she raised the cup to her lips, her smile twisting into a cruel smirk. She savored the wine, her gaze piercing through me like a dagger.

"You're shocked, aren't you?" she purred, her laughter like a rusty gate scraping against stone. "But that's not even the best part." Her words dripped with malice, and I felt my heart sink like a stone in water. "I have considered her offer of dating my son,hyun min." she said, her voice laced with a sinister intent. The words hung in the air like a challenge, and I felt my world spinning out of control.

The woman's words dripped with calculation as she revealed the twisted game she'd been playing. "When I assigned Racy to keep tabs on you, she confessed her interest in my son," she said, her voice devoid of empathy. "I wasn't sure if he'd reciprocate, but I think he might be willing to consider it,after i have delt with you..he wouldn't mind but to accept."

Her gaze seemed to gleam with a sinister satisfaction as she added, "The news of Na yeon's passing is unfortunate, but it might just work in our favor. Perhaps I'll take Racy's proposal into consideration after all." The air was thick with tension as she weighed her options, her intentions shrouded in mystery.

I stared at the woman, my eyes wide with horror and disgust. How could someone so evil produce a child? It was mind-boggling. The revelation about Racy hit me like a ton of bricks. She wasn't a friend at all; she was a spy, sent to monitor my every move. It all made sense now – her persistence, her begging to be friends. I remembered how she'd follow me everywhere, desperate for my trust. The more I thought about it, the more I felt betrayed.

Hyun min's mother leaned forward, her eyes blazing with an unyielding intensity. "So, tell me, what do you plan to do about leaving my son alone?" she demanded, her voice dripping with a menacing authority that sent shivers down my spine.

I felt a surge of defiance course through my veins, and I retorted with a fierce determination, "I will do nothing of the sort! Your threats won't intimidate me!" The words had barely escaped my lips when she signaled to the lady standing a short distance away, her gaze never wavering from mine.

The lady nodded curtly and stepped forward, her eyes fixed on me with an unnerving calmness that belied the sinister intent lurking beneath. She returned with an iron, its metal surface gleaming ominously in the light, and my heart skipped a beat as she plugged it into an extension cord. The sound of the plug clicking into place echoed through the room like a sinister promise, and I felt my breath hitch in my throat.

The lady's accomplices moved to restrain me, their grip like unyielding steel on my arms and legs. I struggled against their hold, but it was futile. The iron was brought closer, its heat radiating towards my face like an open flame. I felt a wave of panic wash over me as the lady positioned the iron mere inches from my skin, the anticipation of pain more agonizing than the actual touch.

I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat like a desperate plea as the heat from the iron danced across my face. "I'll leave him alone, I swear! I'll stay away from him!!" I begged, the words tumbling out in a frantic bid to escape the agony that seemed imminent. The threat of physical pain was a potent motivator, and I would have promised anything to avoid the searing heat of the iron.

Hyun min's mother watched me with a satisfied smile, her eyes glinting with triumph as she savored my submission. Only when she was convinced of my sincerity did she nod, and the lady stepped back, unplugging the iron with a deliberate slowness that seemed to savor the moment. As the iron was dropped to the floor with a clang, I felt a mix of relief and humiliation wash over me.

The smile that played on hyun min's mother's lips was a cold, calculating thing, devoid of warmth or kindness. It was a smile that spoke of victory, of dominance, and of the power she wielded over me with an iron fist.