I'm really sorry for disappearing on you guys like I did, but I do have a reason this time. As some of you may know I just graduated and school has been hectic, specially for someone like me who isn't the greatest student ever. Anyway I couldn't update as I wanted because of my scheduled projects ad test. Somehow I managed to graduate and now I'm free not completely, but a little bit more. So in order to make it up to all of you I WILL DOUBLE OR TRIPLE, PERHAPS QUADRUPLE THE UPDATES for the next few days...  Without further ado... Enjoy~ ^~^

Jessica POV  

I bounced against a mass of iron as the van stopped. Seconds later, I was walking stumbled, dragged by someone who made ​​me slip and fall on my knees. They laughed before pushing me down thru a metal staircase. They pressed hard my arms and I couldn’t see who they were. Everything was dark below the fabric that was scraping my face.

At last I touched solid ground. I stepped on cement and as I was shuffling my feet I felt loose grit; surely, we were in a factory on the outskirts of Seoul.

I then was sat in a chair and removed the bag from my head. A blinding light welcomed me and although I knew there were more than two people in there, I couldn’t see them until it passed a few minutes.

It was the basement of a ship. Everything was dusty and at the back of the room were several iron shelves with piled objects covered by a yellowish dirty sheet. The only light came from a light bulb that was aimed directly at me, as if it were the interrogation of a spy movie.

Something moved behind me and looking behind I saw several rats rummaging through the wall. Then one of them exploded because of a gunshot and its remains were embedded in the wall. The other ran to hide. That shock made ​​me look at the man who had shot it. He was fat and tall (very tall), and his hair, graying, brought out more his fully black suit that was adorned with a red handkerchief that fell expressly by his jacket’s pocket.

That was the mafia. It wasn’t a dream or a book or a movie. I was there, gagged and surrounded by gangsters.

And my father wouldn’t budge.

He looked at me smug, with an ironic gesture. It wouldn’t have been strange if he started to laugh. He looked at me with those brown eyes that reminded me so much to Sunny. He also wore a red handkerchief. He rose up from the chair in front of a large iron table and began to slowly walk towards me.

Donghae smoked quietly, with his sarcastic face relaxed after the events of the cemetery. His father was right beside him, sitting on a box of wooden slats; drinking something. Then there were my uncle Onew and Junho, my mother's sister’s husband.

God!, there was most of my family and was anyone going to help me?

I wanted to close my eyes to stop witnessing the scene, but I ran into something I didn’t expected. Not only I was surrounded by those who claimed to be my family, but also for about ten men guarding every corner of the ship and the stairs.

And Sandara, who smiled wickedly.

She had obnoxiously seditious honey eyes. She wore a red dress that showed off her knees and black stockings. Surely, to emphasize the brown of her hair and shoes. She wasn’t wearing a handkerchief, but her footwear and clothing replaced it with a vengeance. She was sitting on Minho’s lap; he was clung to her slender waist. I didn’t understand how she could change Yunho by that disgusting and flabby guy. Yunho was handsome, had an impressive body for almost fifty years, and was much man than Minho. Who not only surpassed him in intelligence, but also in elegance and charisma. If Sandara wanted power, she should had stayed with Yunho.

I bowed my head when a gunman approached me and pulled the tape covering my mouth. I groaned in pain and Sandara smiled. I looked at her how only I could do it when I was so damn pissed. My gaze stopped her and looked at my father.

—Why, what a character. I think that courage doesn’t suit you at all right now, dear —she said and no one in that room complained.

For some reason, they wanted Sandara to be present. My father lit a cigar and blew the smoke, which expanded on the light bulb and drew his shadow on the wall. I realized there was only one window. It was small and was glued to the ceiling.

—What a surprise... I expected anything from you, my daughter, but you got so far, running away with the youngest of the Parks. —He looked at his companions—. It's amazing how innocent you are! Don’t you know Jadyn only wants you for ? As she succeeds, she will leave you aside, like she does with all. And you will be a traitor.

I hadn’t betrayed anyone. In any case