When Love Becomes Forbidden

uggage, which the bodyguard had previously set down. "This way, Miss Moza," Lena

world around her blurred more and more, pulling her farther away from the life she once knew.

like that?" she whispered, her voice

she could answer, the atmosphere fell silent again, and Moza realized that perhaps her question would never find a

wly, her eyes scanning the space. Every corner was filled with a luxury she didn't need. Outside the window, a beaut

s she gently closed the door. She stepped a little closer, standing a few paces in front of Moza with a sincere smile. "My name is Lena. I'll be assistin

warm demeanor. "Oh, um... thank you for showing me to this ro

t's my duty here at Mr. Seokjin's residence," she explained warmly, he

ng hesitation. "Thank you, Lena. I'll keep that in mind," she

l, Miss. You should feel comfortable here. If there's anything you want changed in the

roach. "Alright, Lena. Thank you very much," Moza responded, mana

eed anything. Don't hesitate to call for me." With that, Lena turned and walked t

rly audible amidst the overwhelming stillness. Slowly, her eyes wandered across the room-luxurious furniture, sparkling crystal chandeliers, and neatly hung satin curtain

sion reflected back at her, mirroring the tension she carried. Moza gazed at her own reflection with a mix of confusion and dis

e, like a fragile prayer drifting into emptiness. The words slipped out slowly, as though they were a hope she w

est. Even though the space around her was full of activity, she felt as though she were in an empty room-alone. That feel

e steadily, but her body still felt heavy. Her head was

ce. There was no time to get trapped in this stillness. She had to move. She knew

red the bottom of the suitcase, some scattered outside, while others lay messily arranged. Without thinking much, Moza began placing the clothes back o

fted it, she realized it was a small frame, a wooden one that had grown worn with time. Carefully, Moza looked at the picture insi

ust happened yesterday. She remembered clearly when that photo was taken. They had been on a beach vacation, in a place filled with happiness. Her father had hugg

de down. Reality struck harder than th

er mind-the arguments she could never forget. Her father yelling at her mother, the harsh words thrown, the simmering anger. M

red faintly, her voice barely audible. It wasn't just a statement-it was a buried regre