When I Loved You Chapter 6

One month later. 

The living room looked like a bombsite. The housekeepers trembled uncontrollably as they attempted to focus on their tasks, unable to utter a single word, because they knew that the moment they stepped in, they would get into huge trouble.

They pretended to be unaware of what was going on; they pretended they weren't adults responsible for taking care of the situation. Their hands shook from being unable to do anything, but they still acted as if nothing was wrong.

A thunder-like whack resounded in the room, and everybody flinched. The housekeepers could almost feel how painful it was just from the sound of it, as if they were the ones getting beaten instead.

They couldn't understand how someone could be so cruel and merciless. The boy was only 13 years old, yet he was unbelievably violent. They wondered what was wrong with him, even going as far as to believe that the boy suffered from a genetic problem.

The most terrifying thing was the stoic expression on his face. Although he was more mature than any other kid, no one could be as vicious as him while still remaining so calm.

Another smack echoed in the room.

'Please stop. It's all my fault,' every housekeeper thought. 

The sound of a sharp smack pierced their ears. They trembled; the scene in front of them was so horrendous that it left them depressed.

Cha Muyeol was already acting like a bloody tyrant at the age of 13, and everyone dreaded what he would do once he grew up if he was already this bad. They wished he would grow up normally, but also saw no hope for his future. The thought of him becoming the next CEO of S Corp sent shivers down their spines.

Mr. Cha, the CEO of S Corp had been with many women in the past, but he had only married once, and Muyeol was the result of his marriage with his now ex-wife. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Muyeol was the official heir of the S Corp. Everything belonged to him, or it did, until Cha Jaeho, a sudden rival appeared.

Up until his mother's death a month ago, Jaeho's existence had not been acknowledged by the Cha family. But now he was living with Muyeol. Jaeho was good-looking, intellectual, and approachable; he had all the good qualities. Unfortunately, he was still the son born out of wedlock.

No one was born because they wished to. It wasn't Jaeho's fault that he was born out of wedlock. He was also Mr. Cha's son and deserved to be taken care of. He also had every right to be a part of the inheritance.

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But Jaeho was never considered an heir. The elder of the family, Madam Choi, refused to acknowledge Jaeho and made it so that he would only be listed as a cohabitant on the family registration.

'He is too greedy. I wonder what kind of monster he'll turn into when he grows up,' one of the housekeepers thought. But he wasn't the only one who thought so, others believed the same. Muyeol was wealthy enough, even if he shared some of it with others, there would be plenty of money left for him to use without worrying. There was no need to torture someone so cruelly over it. They concluded that Muyeol was simply born with a wicked personality.

No matter what the circ*mstances were, Jaeho was his brother. Cha Jaeho was pitiful, his mother had pa*sed away, and he was trying so hard to fit in after moving so abruptly. The on-lookers clicked their tongue in disgust at Muyeol's behavior.

Muyeol coldly looked down at Jaeho as his brother faced the floor. Jaeho truly deserved to win the Oscar. His acting was impeccable. No one would ever believe Muyeol if he complained; they would never know Jaeho's true nature unless they saw it for themselves.

Jaeho lifted his head and glanced at Muyeol. Blood trickled down Jaeho's face, but his eyes remained sly.

“No matter what, I'm your older brother. You would really beat up your older brother like this?” Jaeho whispered.

Muyeol stared at him blankly, not bothered enough to respond to Jaeho's ridiculous statement. Jaeho slyly checked the time, then lifted his body and flopped onto the floor with a heavy thud. He wiped the blood dripping from his nostril, the red now staining his clothes and hands. Jaeho observed the blood on his hand with fascination and lifted his head again.

“What kind of things do you think they're saying right now?” Jaeho asked cunningly, “They're probably saying that you aren't even a human. Perhaps they're clicking tongues at you, tired of you and your antics.”

A smirk played on his lips as Jaeho waited for Muyeol to react.

“Unfortunately, I'm the only one who's able to watch your performance,” Muyeol spat out.

“Darn it, I failed again!” Jaeho sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.

“How can I make you explode? How can I make you go mad with fury?” he continued, smearing the blood on his sleeve to make it even more noticeable.

Chapter end