The Inherited Slave/ Kim Taehyung Fanfiction.

11. Hope Turned to Chains (pt.1).

What’s Taehyung’s agenda in all of this?

What’s his interest here?

Well, money and power. Isn’t that all you need to be the greatest?

Taehyung was never satisfied with anything less than the best, the only.

Being one of the most renowned lawyers in the country wasn’t enough for him. Winning cases and earning accolades might have been fulfilling once, but now, it feels ordinary. He craves something extraordinary, something monumental. He wants a monopoly, a kind of dominance that sets him apart from every other name in the field. Prestige and power should belong solely to him, unshared and absolute.

With his experience, Taehyung had learned one undeniable truth about the wealthy: their masks were flawless, but their hidden intentions were always lurking just beneath the surface. He could spot it, the greed, the lies, the desperation to maintain their façades, all by simply looking at their faces.

This family was no exception. They were the richest in the city, parading around as the perfect, humble benefactors. They ran charities, attended galas with smiles that could light up cameras, and spoke words dripping with fake sincerity. But Taehyung? He saw the truth. He knew what they really were. Beneath the glittering surface lay corruption, deceit, and exploitation.

The truth about the rich was simple: middle-class people were pawns in their games. Desperate, trusting, and painfully naïve, the middle class ate up the lies fed to them, unknowingly fueling the wealth of the already rich. It was a cycle. The poor grew poorer, while the rich only tightened their grip on power.

But what if Taehyung broke that cycle?

What if he exposed this family for what they truly were?

If he brought their skeletons into the light, revealed the cracks in their perfect image, and ripped apart their empire of lies, he wouldn’t just be a lawyer. He’d be a hero. An ambassador for justice. The best in his field.

And isn’t that what he wanted?

To be the only one at the top?

To have his name etched in power and fame?

Exposing them wouldn’t just satisfy his thirst for dominance,it would cement his legacy. This family, their secrets, and their fake smiles would be the foundation of his rise. They just didn’t know it yet.

And then there was Y/N!

a wildcard neither of them saw coming.

Fragile, trembling, and so painfully naive, she was nothing more than collateral damage in this house of horrors. Or so they thought.

Taehyung, however, saw her differently. She wasn’t just a victim of their abuse; she was a hidden key, a wildcard sent by fate itself to smooth his path and solidify his plans. She knew the cracks in this family’s foundation, had seen their dirty secrets firsthand.

The girl was a goldmine of information, one that they underestimated at every turn. Her innocence made her observant, her silence made her invisible, and her desperation made her compliant. She was perfect for him to mold and use.

Perhaps she was put here for him, a tool to make his climb to power even easier, smoother, and faster. Poor Y/N, she didn’t even realize it. Every tear she shed, every word she stuttered was just another piece of leverage in his hands. She thought he was her savior, but in truth, she was his pawn.