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Yeo Wonhee’s large eyes filled with tears at the insult.
His silent weeping only further irritated Miho.
Standing abruptly, she searched through his school uniform jacket and pulled out his wallet, taking all the cash inside.
“I can’t take responsibility for you. Now get lost.”
“H-Hic. Hic. Mom… hic. My brother… he keeps… he keeps doing bad things to me.”
Miho’s hand, which had been pulling Yeo Wonhee to drive her away, froze mid-air.
Her tear-streaked, innocent face turned upward to look at Miho.
The flushed pink around her eyes made her appear both alluring and vulnerable.
Staring at Yeo Wonhee’s youthful face, which resembled her own, Miho was dragged back to memories she had buried deep.
Her stepfather had shaped Miho into who she was now.
Back in university, she felt like she’d die if she stayed at home, so she ran away.
Later, she found out she was pregnant and had no choice but to give birth.
Her life had spiraled downward ever since.
Even when she drugged and slept with Chairman Yeo, she hadn’t initially planned to leave her child with that family.
She just wanted to become the chairman’s mistress and live in luxury.
But the moment her rut ended, she was kicked out of the mansion, shattering her dreams.
As time passed and money became increasingly scarce, Miho fabricated a story, claiming Yeo Wonhee was the chairman’s child from that encounter.
After all, the child would be happier as the chairman’s son than with someone like her.
“Why? Did your brother take your hole? So what? It’s not like you’re blood-related. Living comfortably in a chaebol’s home? You should endure that much.”
Those words were once a painful thorn she’d heard herself.
“Hic. Hic. Mom… my brother… he keeps taking off my clothes…”
“Yeo Wonhee! You’re not even Chairman Yeo’s son. I had you with someone else and lied to extort money!”
Miho blurted out the words, desperate to block out Yeo Wonhee’s tearful accusations.
Yeo Wonhee’s trembling pink lips looked like those of someone exposed to the cold.
“What are you saying? I… I’m my father’s son. We even did a DNA test!”
Miho gazed at her despairing son with an emotionless face.
Living together did neither of them any good.
“Do you really believe that? If you don’t, we can go to the district office. Your birth registration from 21 years ago still lists you as Yeo Wonhee.”
“…”
“Now leave. If you want me to keep my mouth shut, send money here from now on.”
She rummaged for a clutch lying on the room’s floor and handed Yeo Wonhee a business card.
It bore the name “Miho,” along with her phone number and account details.
On the back was a photo of her posing in nothing but a bikini.
Tears dripped from Yeo Wonhee’s eyes as he stared at the card.
“How much allowance do you get in that house? From now on, send it all to me. If you don’t, I’ll barge in there and reveal you’re a fake. Then you’ll end up just pregnant and thrown out. Got it?”
Yeo Wonhee shot up and ran out of the room.
Miho scoffed as she watched him go.
Not long after her son left, a large Alpha entered the salon.
“Welcome~.”
Miho’s nasal tone welcomed the guest warmly—it was Kang Seongtae.
His dull gaze seemed to peer into Miho’s face and foresee a twisted future.
In his mind, Yeo Wonhee was already naked, accepting his cock.
His beautiful face was contorted with pain, his belly swelling like a hill, carrying their child.
While the offspring might be an illegitimate child of the OL Group, that fact remained a secret, making Yeo Wonhee an ideal partner for marriage.
It was a union Kang Seongtae could never have dreamed of, but with the leverage he held, he could push for it.
With a sly grin, he followed Miho into the room.
After meeting his birth mother, Yeo Wonhee spent time at a café before returning home.
Now all that was left was for Yeo Jinwoo to discover he was being blackmailed.
He bit his lip to suppress the laughter threatening to escape, only for his lips to split and bleed.
Butler Kang, the family butler waiting anxiously for his return, rushed over when he saw Yeo Wonhee’s injured lip.
“Young Master! What happened to your lip?”
“I bit it a little, that’s all…”
“Please wait a moment. I’ll call the family doctor.”
Yeo Wonhee went upstairs, changed into comfortable clothes, and lay on his bed.
The doctor arrived shortly after, dabbing ointment on his lips with a cotton swab.
Watching everyone fuss over such a minor injury, Yeo Wonhee shuddered at the thought that, if Miho hadn’t conned her way into his current life, he might have ended up living in a salon like hers.
In the end, his trashy birth mother being an opportunist worked in his favor.
With his lips glossy from the ointment, Yeo Wonhee waited for his brother to return.
He wished his master would come home early.
Despite his distracted mind, he forced himself to sit at his desk and memorize fashion history.
His phone pinged with a notification.
“What is this?”
A photo popped up in a chat window, showing Miho and an unfamiliar man together.
The man had one arm around Miho’s shoulder and was making a V sign with his hand.
Yeo Wonhee’s heart pounded in alarm.
Who was this person, and why did they send this photo?
As the “1” disappeared from the chat, an emoticon of a laughing face arrived.
“Your mom’s a total knockout, huh?”
Yeo Wonhee froze.
Before he could calm his shocked heart, another message came.
“You’re pretty popular at the salon too, right? Want me to be your regular? I was disappointed I couldn’t request you last time.”
Attached was a photo of a discarded condom in a trash can.
An unexpected blackmail.
“Who are you? What do you want from me?”
“A bastard like you pretending to be a high and mighty dominant Alpha? That’s not just a lie—it’s fraud. Isn’t it?”
“I said, who are you?! Don’t think you’ll get away with threatening me!”
“Ooooh, scary~ But should I post this on the school board? The reporters seem really eager, you know?”
Sweat dripped down his hand, soaking his grip on the phone. He wiped his palms on his pants.
“If I said something to upset you, I apologize. Please, I can’t have this come out. It’ll ruin me.”
“Yeah, I know. Then keep your mouth shut and be my cock sleeve from now on.”
Where did this garbage even come from?
Frustrated, Yeo Wonhee clutched his phone and cried.
This wasn’t what he wanted.
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