Note: Double update 

Chapter 35 : Past

Naeun came out of the bathroom, her hands were trembling from the cold water and she sighed in the big cavernous place. Mont St Michel was pretty if not slightly threadbare, but the place had been decorated exquisitely with candelabras and velvet tapestries depicting victorious battles and Greek goddesses with flowing golden hair. She walked slowly towards the main room slowly, admiring the view of the full moon at the monk's garden. The beautifully crafted marble arches had torches smouldering fire, alighting the way.

She blushed at the thought of Myungsoo patting her head so sweetly, making her heart skip a beat. Damn him.

But something was bothering her -those eyes. She swore she saw those familiar eyes. Maybe she was insane for remembering such eyes. Those horror struck eyes from her dreams.

Or nightmares.

She shook her head. There's no way she could meet him here. Not with Myungsoo here. 
Not with risk of revealing herself.

There was no way.

But she stopped short when she reached the door to the ballroom. A couple just came out and the man stopped walking abruptly, the woman clutching his arm was a lithe and svelte creature wearing a Marchesa gown of rich blue, with pearls woven in her hair like a crown. She was chic and somewhat cold and Naeun could sense her icy gaze fixated on her immediately.

The man was lean and slightly built, but he walked with ease, his hair styled perfectly parted on the left side. His skin was tanner than the girl's, who had skin as white as porcelain. He exuded an aura of pride behind his smirk and charismatic eyes, in a suit of navy.

But when those eyes landed on her he froze, his mouth opened but no sound came out and he simply stared at her wild-eyed in disbelief.

“Naeun.”

Her past has come back to haunt her.

“Kai.” She gasped, trembling fingers cupped from making another noise. 

His own name sent a shiver down his spine . Even Krystal didn't have the same effect on him when she moaned his name . This was different .

This was dread.

And it gave him such a torturous guilt that he wanted to tear his eyes away from her.

“Naeun.” The name involuntarily came out of his lips accidentally , though he felt unworthy of even uttering her name. Not after what he had done to the person in question.

Krystal tensed at his side, her grip become unbearably tight on his arm as if he would abandon her if she even bat an eyelash. She was shooting daggers at the poor girl and Kai could see how uncomfortably she shifted.

“It's been a-awhile.” She stuttered , looking at anything but him. was constricting and the panic was rising like a storm.

“Two years.” Krystal's head whipped up and her scrutinising gaze focused in him instead. It was accusing and lethal but he paid no heed to her . 
All he really wanted to do was to throw himself at Naeun's feet and beg for her forgiveness . He took a step forward but he was pulled back by an aggressively strong Krystal.

“Trust me.” His eyes pleaded her and Krystal hesitantly let him go.

“I do. It's her I don't trust.” She muttered under her breath.

With a heavy heart and his head down, he slowly walked to her, unable to meet her eyes.

But when he neared her, she collapsed  into a mess of chiffon and tulle as her knees were too weak to support her. Out of breath.

“Naeun-” He gasped again.

“Kim Jongin, ou always reduce me to a pile of rags and tears.” She whispered, her frame trembling, burying her face into her hands.

It was as of deja vu but Jongin had a flashback of that awful morning struck him and he staggered back.

Naeun was curled on her bed, crying, the remnants of a vase of lilies were scattered on the floor , the flowers still youthful but not quite the same ever again . Like Naeun, She was never quite the same ever again.

“Naeun, I'm so sorry.” He whispered softly, the guilt eating him raw. He neared her but she flinched when he offered his hand. Such actions hurt him but he knew he couldn't argue. He had hurt her badly and he knew deep inside, he was unforgivable.

“Naeun!” An unfamiliar voice called for her . Kai turned to the stranger, who he quickly identified as one of the Kim brothers; Kim Myungsoo .

With the fullest extent of trust, she buried herself into his chest. He handled her like a priceless treasure, gingerly carrying her as she was wracked with sobs .So lovely in his arms, Kai couldn't help but feel a pang of regret . Myungsoo shot an accusing glare but didn't act on it as Naeun was still clutching his lapels .

“I'm here, mon coeur.” He hushed her but she only gripped him tighter.

Kim Jongin's eyes widened at their display of affection, the scene felt too private and he looked away.

He had looked at her in such a way. He called her mon coeur.

My heart.

Myungsoo swept her away just like that but he couldn't go after her, not when he had caused her so much pain just with one look.

The couple watched as Myungsoo carried away until he disappeared from their vision. Krystal approached her fiance cautiously.

“Kai. She called you Kai.” Krystal murmured to him. “Only people close to you call you Kai.”

“Krys… it's not what you think it is.” He shook his head and turned to her, though she could see the uncertainty in his eyes. He touched her hand but she yanked it away from him in a fit.

“Then what is it?! Please don't lie to me.” She was mad, beyond furious.

But the truth was not easy.

Son Naeun was the biggest sin he had ever committed.

“She's my stepfather's daughter with his first wife. She's the daughter of Son Seunghoon and Park Eunbin. She's the true heir of the Viason Corp.”

It made him feel bad. That he deprived her of her rightful title. And so much more. But he also knew of the rumours circulating, that he was a bastard. His legitimacy to be successor had been questioned time and time again. But they didn't know about her, about the daughter of the Son empire who ran away. Who was driven to insanity in her own home.

“You're joking. She's the legitimate daughter of the richest man in Korea?” Krystal scoffed.

“Yes.” He clenched his teeth.

“But Kai that makes her…” Krystal's mind failed to comprehend the situation. It was a shock after all to discover.

“My stepsister.” He finished.

The words were swallowed into the emptiness. 

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A/n:

Well... I knew was everyone was waiting for this but I felt like I dropped a huge bomb. This probably clears all your previous thoughts of Kai and surfaces new ones.  I hope you guys are as curious as ever and comment your thoughts in this chapter, I'm actually very curious of my reader's reactions all in all.

Thanks for reading and do leave some of your thoughts about what you think! ^^