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(EPISODE #56 )THE TYRANT’S WORDS

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Hi, my BUTTERFLYS 🫶 Welcome back to our story. This is the 56th episode of The Bride Who Come Back. If you’re new here, just search The Bride Who Come Back on NovelTune.

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You’ll see two stories with the same cover—one is this account where I’m uploading screenshots, and the other was my previous account that I lost.

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You can read the 55 episodes there first.

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I’m not sure if I’ll be able to completely upload all the screenshots here, so I suggest reading the previous episodes there before continuing here. .

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Or, if you want, you can follow along with the screenshots I’m uploading—but please understand it might take some time for me to upload everything🙏🫠

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To my readers who have been with me from the beginning, I am truly sorry for the long delay.

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Losing my previous account hurt a lot, and at times I almost considered stopping writing altogether. But I held myself together and came back.

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Honestly, I feel a bit confused about this chapter. After finishing it, I feel like something is missing—it doesn’t feel fully complete, and it’s not quite the way I usually write.😭😭😭

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Maybe it’s because I’m coming back to writing after a long time, and I feel the emotions might be a little lost. But I’m sharing it anyway.🫠🫠🫠🫠

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If you notice any mistakes or things that don’t feel right, please let me know. I promise I’ll correct them and make sure they don’t happen in the upcoming chapters🙏❤️

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‼️Disclaimer:‼️ All photos used in this story are sourced from Pinterest. Full credit goes to the original artists. The characters, events, and storylines in this work are entirely fictional and have no connection to real people or real-life events

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The black car ripped through the storm, not driving but devouring the road, its wheels shrieking like teeth grinding bone.

Rain hammered against the windows in savage fists, as if the heavens themselves begged to bury what rode inside.

But sins like these do not drown. They crawl. They cling. They multiply.

Inside, the air curdled with rot. Isaac lounged back in the leather seat like a carrion beast fattened on ruin. His lips trembled into a smile too obscene to be called human. His voice slithered out—mocking, venom-soaked.

ISSAC(JACK DAD ALPHA )

Dad, I’ve already told you. I never wanted to touch her. It wasn’t me—it was her. She seduced me. She’s an omega. Do you think I’d willingly taint myself with someone like her? She acted like a slut—crawling toward me, spreading her legs, begging for it with her eyes. What was I supposed to do? She pushed me, she forced me—I just… lost control. It wasn’t intentional.

ISSAC(JACK DAD ALPHA )

She made me do it. She wanted it. Don’t call it rape—

His grin cracked wider, baring teeth,

ISSAC(JACK DAD ALPHA )

—call it what it was: a whore’s invitation.

Beside him, Elder Kim shifted slowly, his head turning like a vulture circling over carrion. His face bore no trace of warmth—only the rigid, monstrous calm of a man for whom cruelty had become instinct.

His eyes were black voids, swallowing everything, refusing to recognize humanity in anyone but himself. When he spoke, his voice rolled out cold, deliberate, unflinching.

ELDER KIM(ENIGMA VINCENT GRANDPA )

Even if you did it intentionally, I wouldn’t care. She is a slut. That’s all she was born as. For generations, our blood has carried only Enigma and Alpha heirs—strength, dominance, legacy. And then her… an OMEGA. A flaw. A worm in a line of lions. Even if you broke her, tore her apart, used her until her screams turned to silence, I would not raise a finger.

The rain howled against the car, but it was nothing compared to the blasphemy in his voice.

ELDER KIM(ENIGMA VINCENT GRANDPA )

That is all an omega is worth. Flesh to be used, holes to be filled, bones to be broken until they learn obedience. She isn’t a woman—she’s a vessel. She was born only to be fucked, and it would be better for the world if she rotted in the ground.

Isaac’s lips twitched into a grin, curling like something spoiled. He sat straighter, feeding off the venom dripping from his father’s mouth.

His fingers tapped against the leather seat, restless, mocking, as if the storm outside was nothing compared to the storm of their words.

ISSAC(JACK DAD ALPHA )

Do you think it’s safe to go back to Kim’s palace? What if she already said something to them? what if she____

ELDER KIM(ENIGMA VINCENT GRANDPA )

Let her,

Elder Kim snapped, voice cracking through the dark like the snap of a neck. His lips twisted into a shape so foul it mocked the word smile.

ELDER KIM(ENIGMA VINCENT GRANDPA )

What if she said? Let her fucking speak. Let her whimper and sob, let her throw her accusations into the wind. Do you think I care? I am the Head of Kim’s Palace. My word is the beginning and the end. My silence is a grave no one dares to open.

ELDER KIM(ENIGMA VINCENT GRANDPA )

She can scream, she can bleed, but no one will move against me. Why should you hide when she is the filth? Even if she dies—and she will—it is nothing but relief. She is a burden, a carcass pretending at humanity. The earth itself should spit her out.

His lips curved, not in kindness, not in amusement—but in hunger. The kind of smile predators wear just before sinking their teeth into flesh. His voice dropped lower, dripping with venom, each word weighted to crush.

ELDER KIM(ENIGMA VINCENT GRANDPA )

“Omegas are born to kneel, Isaac. Born to crawl on all fours, to be mounted until their spines snap. Born to be bred like cattle, their wombs emptied until nothing remains but screams. That isn’t cruelty. That is their design. . You used her—good. She should have kissed your boots for giving her that much. She should have begged for more, rather than whining like a broken whore.

The car surged through the storm like a coffin racing toward a grave. Inside, there was no guilt. No mercy. Only two men who had long since carved cruelty into creed.

And still, they drove on, blind to the danger already waiting for them in the dark heart of Kim’s palace.

(EPISODE # 57)PREY IN THE KING’S COURT

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The car stopped in front of Kim Palace. The elder Jeon and Isaac stepped out, their smiles slight and taut, proud yet strained, carrying the weight of their sins. Every step they took toward the palace seemed to make the very earth recoil, as if regretting the existence of men who had caused so much.

The moment they pushed open the heavy doors, a sudden cold slammed into them, sharp and unrelenting. It was not the chill of air, but of something far older—something that knew every cruel act they had committed and had been waiting patiently, silently, for this moment. Karma hovered over them like a storm ready to strike, and for an instant, the world itself felt like hell beneath their feet.

With each step inside, the tension tightened, wrapping around them like iron chains. The shadows seemed to lean closer, watching, waiting. They moved as if into a tiger’s den—the predator unseen, patient, calculating, every muscle coiled for the strike. The palace was no longer a building—it was a living trap, and they were the prey.

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Both of their steps froze in the hallway. Their eyes fell on a scene that made the blood drain from their faces. Isaac’s wife and son were on the floor, beaten and trembling under the weight of cruelty, each strike leaving them smaller, weaker.

In the center of the hall, Vincent sat in his chair, motionless, his gaze locked on Isaac’s son as if savoring every moment.

His foot pressed firmly against the boy’s head, holding him down, every second of contact a declaration of dominance.

Isaac’s wife lay barely conscious, her lips split and bleeding, exhaustion etched into every line of her face.

Beside them, Vincent’s parents stood rigid, their eyes red and swollen from tears, yet their faces betrayed no emotion—empty, hollow, as if grief had been swallowed whole.

Elder Mrs. Kim was nowhere in sight. She was inside another room, clutching the small, lifelessly strangled body of a baby to her chest. She wanted to scream, but the sound died in her throat, held back as she carried her pain silently, like she always did.

Behind Vincent, Kim Namjoon stood like a knight, unwavering, waiting only for the King’s command.

Every movement, every breath seemed calculated, ready to strike or enforce without question

The elder Kim’s face flushed red, fury and helplessness mingling into a burning rage at the sight of his grandson in such a pitiful state. Isaac’s body tensed, his entire being coiling with anger, witnessing the torment of his family. His face was ice-cold, but his eyes blazed with a fire that promised retribution.

The hallway felt impossibly still, the air thick with tension, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Every heartbeat echoed, loud and accusing, marking the moments of silence before a storm no one could yet stop.

Elder Kim’s voice tore through the silence like thunder.

ELDER KIM(ENIGMA VINCENT GRANDPA )

What the hell are you doing, Vincent?!

The sound echoed through the vast marble hall, heavy enough to shake the air itself. He turned toward Mr. Kim, fury blazing in his eyes, his voice a blade drawn without hesitation.

ELDER KIM(ENIGMA VINCENT GRANDPA )

And you—what the fuck are you looking at? Don’t you see what your son is doing? You’re just standing there?!

Vincent’s eyes met Elder Kim’s—cold, unblinking, fierce. He didn’t flinch; not a single muscle betrayed hesitation. His gaze was steel, carved with authority.

For a brief second, Elder Kim faltered under that look, but he steadied himself, forcing his anger to stay contained.

Vincent’s voice broke the silence, low and rough, carrying the weight of a predator’s growl.

VINCENT (18)

What am I doing?

He echoed, the sound curling through the hall. He pressed his boot harder against Jack’s head

VINCENT (18)

I’m teaching him a lesson,( he said, each word deliberate. )So he’ll know not to grow into his father’s shadow—to understand what comes of following that path.

Jack’s cry rang out, sharp and helpless, the sound bouncing off the stone walls. Elder Kim’s fury surged. Before he could speak, Isaac lunged forward, dragging Jack away, his voice breaking with rage.

ISSAC(JACK DAD ALPHA )

What the hell are you doing ? Who gave you the right treat my family like this??!!

Vincent rose with a calm that was a dare. Before Isaac could get to his feet again Namjoon moved — fast, precise — and struck. Isaac hit the floor with a weight that stole breath;

He coughed, lungs rearing as if winded by more than the blow. Namjoon’s hand was a language of obedience and force; his motion left no question who enforced rules here.

Like a wolf closing in on a wounded thing. He came down beside Isaac and, with a motion half contempt, half ceremony, struck him. Namjoon joined without hesitation. The blows were sharp, efficient, a display of dominance more than an attempt to kill — to shatter a man’s authority and leave him broken as a warning.

ELDER KIM(ENIGMA VINCENT GRANDPA )

Stop this! (the Elder King roared again.) Enough!

For a dizzy moment the palace might have returned to order, but something deeper tugged at the seams.

Vincent’s hand found Isaac’s collar and slammed him back against the wall. Fingers tightened at the throat — demonstration, threat, . Air left Isaac in a rasp.

ELDER KIM(ENIGMA VINCENT GRANDPA )

STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!

ELDER KIM(ENIGMA VINCENT GRANDPA )

Enough! don't touch my son , or I’ll—

Vincent’s gaze turned on him — cold enough to silence gods.

VINCENT (18)

You’ll what?

Asked softly. For a moment, no one breathed. The palace seemed to dim around his words.

Vincent’s voice dropped lower, deadly calm

VINCENT (18)

Tell me, Elder,(he said. )Do you even know what he did here? What your son did?

Elder Jeon’s face twisted.

ELDER KIM(ENIGMA VINCENT GRANDPA )

I know lies when I hear them. Don’t bring that woman into this again.

That woman. Not Victoria. Not granddaughter. Vincent’s jaw tightened, his hands trembling with restrained rage

VINCENT (18)

Say her name.

Elder Jeon smiled — the kind of smile that rotted everything it touched.

ELDER KIM(ENIGMA VINCENT GRANDPA )

Victoria,”(he said, letting the name drip with disgust. )A curse to this family from the day she breathed. An omega born in a house of kings. She was a shame, not a daughter. She was a stain, and if fate was kind, it wiped her away before she could drag more filth into our name.

The silence that followed was suffocating. Even the guards looked down, as if afraid the ground might open and swallow them for hearing it. Vincent didn’t move — not yet. His eyes glistened, not with tears, but with something far sharper. His voice came out quiet — too quiet.

VINCENT (18)

She was your blood.

Elder Jeon laughed bitterly

ELDER KIM(ENIGMA VINCENT GRANDPA )

Blood? Her blood was poison! She was nothing but a slu—

He didn’t finish. Vincent’s hand snapped forward, grabbing the old man’s throat. He slammed him into the wall with a sound that split the room in two.

The old man gasped, but Vincent didn’t loosen his grip. His voice shook like the air before lightning

VINCENT (18)

Don’t you dare,( he whispered.)Don’t you dare talk about her like that.

Elder Jeon clawed at his wrist, but Vincent’s strength didn’t waver. His eyes were red, but his voice was clear.

VINCENT (18)

She died because of your silence. Because your son thought your crown gave him permission. And you — you let it happen. You watched the palace rot and called it power.

ELDER KIM(ENIGMA VINCENT GRANDPA )

So what???? So what if she died???!!!!

Elder Jeon spat through his teeth, voice breaking.

ELDER KIM(ENIGMA VINCENT GRANDPA )

She was a sin!!?? Was she even worth saving? Her death's a blessing. She'd only have dragged others down. And you're sticking up for this trash?

Vincent’s hand tightened. The wall behind them cracked.

VINCENT (18)

You call her sin?( he said, his voice trembling with grief too fierce to sound like pain. ) Then what are you, old man? The father of sin itself.

The guards shifted, terrified. Namjoon didn’t move. His eyes were fixed on the scene — cold, unreadable, waiting for a command that might end everything.

Vincent’s hand let Elder King drop to the floor, the old man’s chest heaving, knees shaking, as if the very air had been stolen from him. Vincent crouched down, one knee on the marble, tilting his face toward the elder

VINCENT (18)

Victoria is gone,

He said, voice low, deliberate, carrying the weight of every injustice, every scream the palace had swallowed.

VINCENT (18)

But her silence… her silence is not. You’ll hear it every night until you die.

Elder King’s eyes widened, but it was more than fear — it was realization. He was a Yggdrasil(TREE) in the world, a tree of power and roots deep enough to touch all corners of influence… and yet, in that moment, his entire body felt hollow, emptied of energy, stripped of command. Every fiber of him trembled.

He tried to meet Vincent’s gaze, to hold something in his pride, to strike back with authority, ✨BUT THE LOOK IN VINCENT’S EYES FROZE HIM✨.

He shivered, a chill deeper than the coldest winter coursing through his bones.

Vincent held Isaac by the hair, rising, dragging him through the hall like a shadowed tide, each step measured, controlled, every motion a sentence without words. Jack’s small body fell forward, eyes wide, watching the way his father was hauled through the room, helpless, the sound of his protests echoing against the marble walls.

The servants peeked from doorways, eyes full of pity and fear, witnessing the fall of the house’s power in one quiet, unrelenting moment.

Elder Kim remained where he fell, staring, unable to move, still paralyzed by Vincent’s gaze. The sound of Isaac’s muffled cries and the hall’s echoes clawed at him, reminding him of every failure, every moral collapse, every moment he had ignored what was right

Vincent paused just a moment to glance at the Elder Kim, then turned his attention back to Isaac, holding him firm, dragging him further into the shadowed corridors of the palace. The old man didn’t rise, didn’t speak — he could not. He could only watch, powerless, stripped of command, his bloodless authority broken in silence.

Jack crawled closer to his mother, staring at the scene, his small body shaking,

The hall held its breath. Every sound, every movement carried a weight of justice that the palace itself seemed to recognize.

Vincent’s eyes lingered briefly on Elder Kim — red, unflinching — and then he vanished into the shadows of the hall, leaving only the echo of his words, and the terror of their meaning, hanging in the air.

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(EPISODE #58)TWO YEARS OF SHADOWS

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Vincent dragged Isaac through the hall, each step echoing like the toll of a funeral bell. They descended into the basement — a place Isaac had never seen before, a place that had always been locked, hidden, whispered about only in fear.

It was here, in this crimson-shrouded chamber, that Vincent’s life fractured completely.

Until that moment, he had been everything: a loving brother to his sister, obedient son to his parents, a steady pillar for his brother, a king and a warrior, a protector of the Moon he had cherished all his life.

But now, in the dim, suffocating light of the basement, all of that dissolved.

He became a predator. A hunter with a single purpose.

Isaac’s face twisted in disbelief, horror, and pain as Vincent’s hands struck him again and again — not to kill immediately, but to tear him apart slowly, to make him feel every ounce of anguish he had caused Victoria, every second a torment he would not forget. Vincent made him feel as if death itself was breathing down his neck.

The ‼️RED ROOM‼️opened for the first time that day — and it would never close again.

For two years, Vincent did not leave. The basement became his world, Isaac his only companion, his only prey.

Every strike, every slap, every word was calculated, designed to break the man into pieces until he begged for mercy, until he pleaded for death.

No one from the outside dared enter. The room had a law of its own — Vincent’s law

Two years of absolute isolation, absolute obsession, absolute revenge.

In that time, Vincent forgot the moon he had lost, forgot the promise he had made to her, forgot the fragile life Victoria had entrusted to him.

He was no longer the boy who protected, the son who obeyed, the brother who loved. He was an animal — manic, relentless, consumed.

All he remembered was revenge, and he lived for it. Every breath, every heartbeat, every moment became the hunt.

The basement was his kingdom now. The red room, his altar. And Isaac… Isaac was nothing more than the center of the storm he had become.

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When Vincent finally emerged from the basement, the air seemed to bend around him. Two years had passed in darkness, in obsession, in a storm of vengeance. Isaac was gone — the last living source of his torment had been extinguished after Vincent’s relentless hand.

The world outside did not understand him. No one could comprehend the man he had become, because what he had endured, what he had unleashed, had transformed him utterly.

But Vincent held himself back. Despite the storm within, the madness of his two-year hunt, he remembered — just barely — the promises he had made. The fragile heartbeats that had anchored him, the two lives he had sworn to protect.

The first person he sought was his Moon. The first glimpse he longed for. And there he was — yet when he saw him, the realization struck like ice through his veins. He was too late.

There was no Bunny smile. No sparkles in his eyes. Only coldness. Anger. A frozen weight that made the air around him tremble.

And yet… inside that coldness, he could feel it. The faintest pulse of fear, the little Moon hiding from the world, trembling behind walls he had built. He realized he was too late.

Vincent did not move closer. He was no longer the Vincent everyone knew. He could not risk hurting his moon , not now, not ever. He held himself back, forcing his gaze to linger just a moment longer before he turned away, swallowing the pain in his chest.

He promised himself he would return — not as the man who had hunted in the basement, not as the shadow of rage he had become, but as the Vincent his Moon needed. Powerful. Untouchable. A protector so fierce that no one would dare threaten the ones he loved.

He left him there, a fragile heartbeat in the world, alone and aching, and stepped back into the Kim palace.

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The palace welcomed him,

He stepped into the hall, and immediately the change was undeniable. His aura radiated a power so sharp, so absolute, that every breath around him trembled.

Namjoon looked at his brother, tears brimming but frozen, because the warmth he had once known in Vincent’s eyes was gone. Gone. Replaced with a coldness that cut through the air like steel.

Vincent’s parents held their breath, watching the son they knew after two long years, sensing the shadow of his revenge still clinging to him.

They saw the echoes of the basement, the remnants of the fury that had consumed him — and they feared the man standing before them.

But Vincent mind still lingered on the emptiness he had left behind.

Until he noticed the tiny, cautious steps echoing down the hallway.

A small, strangled figure appeared, moving slowly, trembling yet persistent.

Vincent’s chest tightened as tears pricked his eyes. He felt a memory, a ghost of his sister’s warmth and light, in the fragile little frame before him.

He froze, afraid to go near. Afraid that even the slightest touch could break the tiny heartbeat before him.

But the little figure did not hesitate. Step by step, the child came closer, reaching up with tiny hands to hug Vincent’s leg.

Looking up at him with unspoken trust, the small voice whispered:

LITTLE PRINCESS

Dada…

It was Victoria’s son. An Omega child she had left in the world, nameless and fragile, surviving on memory and hope. The family called him the Little PRINCESS, waiting for Vincent to give him a name.

Two years of silence. Two years of trying to coax him to speak, to call someone “Dad.” And now, in one whispered, trembling word, the baby had spoken. Vincent’s eyes filled with tears as the weight of everything — the rage, the revenge, the loss — collided with the fragile hope in his arms

Perhaps the baby had waited for the angel his mother had left him. Perhaps he had waited for the hands, the presence, of the man she trusted to protect him.

And now, at last, he had found him.

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