Only Bad for Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
3 p.m. A perfect time for a cup of coffee.
Two teacups, each bordered with 24K pure gold trim, sat on the table.
Secretary Kang cleared his throat softly and continued, subtly gauging his boss Kwon Jae Ha’s reaction.
“In short, the issue is ‘CPS-270,’ JS Group’s natural anti-stress compound currently under development. The sell-off follows investor disappointment over its stalled patent registration.”
“Down 1.89% from yesterday…”
Kwon Jae Ha, arms crossed, stared blankly at his steaming coffee cup—clearly not paying attention.
“At 2:40 p.m., it’s trading at 86,300 won. Foreign brokers have sold 10,117 shares.”
“…”
Not only was he not focused—he’d furrowed his already tense brow even deeper.
Ah! Secretary Kang suddenly remembered his afternoon appointment and ran a hand over the back of his head. The voice on the other end of that call—Yoon Eun Jo’s—had sounded so somber.
Out of nowhere, a memory flashed through his mind: the crêpe cake he used to love in New York.
Hate and affection, then affection and hate again. And in between… memories or misunderstandings?
The cake Kwon Jae Ha and Yoon Eun Jo had layered together was undoubtedly bitter. The right answer would be to discard it and start fresh.
The problem was that neither party would even acknowledge their own feelings.
“Sir, if I may speak honestly for a moment—”
“No. Don’t be honest.”
Jae Ha shook his head firmly, his eyes clearly signaling him to drop it.
“Has No Yoon Gil given us an answer yet?”
Then, spreading his large hand wide, he pressed his thumb and index finger against his temples.
“I’ll wait only until today. I don’t intend to prioritize anyone. There are analysts lining the streets like pavement stones.”
“We’ve already received a positive response—just before I came in here. In fact, they’re not just positive—they’re extremely enthusiastic.”
Kwon Jae Ha’s expression softened slightly, though he still wore a faint smirk.
Rumors about Kwon Jae Ha’s upcoming elite strategic team had already spread like wildfire among insiders.
He knew full well that top analysts from major financial firms were already itching to join.
Who in their right mind would turn down an opportunity to work directly under Kyle J. Alexis himself at Blackstone Partners?
Though temporary, this team offered a rare chance to transform into a true specialist—and if someone couldn’t grasp that, they’d never have caught Kwon Jae Ha’s eye in the first place.
Watching Secretary Kang gently blow on his hot coffee before sipping it, Jae Ha reached for his own cup.
“Yes, go ahead and drink some. Calm yourself down,” Secretary Kang said with a faint smile.
Jae Ha gave a slight nod. He wasn’t unaware that he’d grown increasingly sensitive ever since deciding to return to Korea.
If he had to pinpoint a reason…
It was because time was passing far too slowly.
Four hours later.
38th floor, W Hotel. Restaurant ‘Scene of Paradise.’
Right now. That already sluggish time was crawling at a maddeningly slow pace.
Spotting a waiter approaching to refill his empty cup, Kwon Jae Ha raised his hand to decline.
He’d only been drinking coffee.
What kind of man arrives at a restaurant thirty minutes early just to wait for a woman?
Well, accounting for traffic, maybe fifteen.
He massaged his stiff neck, trying to rationalize it to himself.
Damn it. Kwon Jae Ha’s days used to fly by so fast that even forty-eight hours wouldn’t have been enough.
Why did every single moment now feel like a scene from a slow-motion film?
His throat burned with an unfamiliar, deep thirst, and his teeth clenched from inexplicable impatience.
Leaning back into the sofa, Jae Ha checked the time once again.
How did that waiter know? Instead of the coffee pot, he now held a glass bottle of water.
Jae Ha gave a slight nod and stared blankly at the water being poured into his glass.
He’d witnessed so many fools agonizing over women who never showed up. He couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh.
Turns out it’s really easy to become a fool.
He lifted the glass—now beaded with condensation—and downed half of it in one gulp.
The coldness flooding his mouth quickly cooled his head. For just a few fleeting seconds, the city’s night view, previously invisible to him, finally came into view.
“We’ve arrived.”
At those words, Eun Jo froze—and only picked up her handbag after the rear door opened.
“Thank you… Um, weren’t we supposed to go to the office?”
Her thanks went to the uniformed doorman who’d opened the car door; her question, to the driver who’d already stepped out.
Eun Jo tilted her head back and looked up at the towering hotel building.
“I was instructed to bring you here.”
“…Ah.”
“If there’s anything you’re uncomfortable with, I can contact Secretary Kang.”
“No, it’s fine.”
“Then, shall we head over there?”
“No, just tell me where it is. I’ll go by myself.”
Eun Jo waved him off, closing her eyes briefly, and offered a gentle smile.
.
.
‘Scene of Paradise.’
She recalled hearing that name a few times before—always coupled with predictable praise about its expensive yet exquisite cuisine.
While waiting for the elevator, Eun Jo suddenly burst into a quiet laugh.
He’d chosen far too beautiful a place to deliver a scene straight out of hell.
But…
There was something Kwon Jae Ha didn’t know.
Yoon Eun Jo had already endured a place far more horrific than hell itself.
Six years ago, it was he himself who’d handed her that cruel, merciless scene.
Now, whether he offered her heaven or hell—whether one scene or many—it meant little to her anymore.
Most of all, he would never know any of this. Ever.
Anyway…
Watching the golden elevator doors slide open with a soft *ding*, Eun Jo thought: if he told her to die, she’d just pretend to die—that’s all.
“…”
It had been surprisingly quiet these past few days. Those who’d acted like rabid dogs ready to tear her and her sister apart now seemed to have vanished altogether.
Money must have settled it. She’d guessed as much, but she hadn’t been in a position to respond first.
Crucially, she didn’t even have Kwon Jae Ha’s contact information.
It must have cost him at least tens of millions.
Her head spun. From the moment she floated upward from safe ground, a white fog had rushed into her mind.
.
.
The restaurant’s opulent entrance truly did resemble the gates of hell.
A waiter approached—his expression calm and professional, in stark contrast to Eun Jo’s bewildered look. Now, all that remained was being dragged into hell itself.
At the mention of “Kwon Jae Ha,” the man leading the reins of this hell, the waiter immediately led the way.
When Eun Jo reached the restaurant’s central interior, she instinctively stopped in her tracks.
There he was—Jae Ha—sitting as comfortably and casually as if he were in his own living room.
He was unmistakably the master here.
The luxurious interior, the people filling the space, even this very moment at 7:30 p.m.—everything felt as though it existed under his dominion.
Even the sparkling cityscape beyond the windows seemed merely a backdrop arranged to complement him.
Though he’d skipped the tie, his shirt and suit remained impeccably crisp. His gaze, fixed out the window, showcased his high nose bridge and sharp jawline perfectly.
Several diners cast curious glances toward Eun Jo, who had finally appeared as his companion.
Had he risen to pull out her chair, sighs of admiration might have escaped.
But Kwon Jae Ha, upon seeing Eun Jo, neither stood nor greeted her with a smile.
He merely nodded toward the empty seat and crossed his legs the other way.
“You’re a bit late.”
“No, I’m not.”
His indifferent gaze briefly touched Eun Jo before drifting back out the window.
“I haven’t had dinner yet.”
He hadn’t even asked if she’d eaten—yet Eun Jo rolled her eyes, torn between answering yes or no.
“…”
“I could’ve eaten alone, but I thought having someone to talk to tonight would be nice.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Really?”
His dark eyes returned to meet hers. Eun Jo quickly nodded.
“Yeah.”
“Then try smiling a little.”
Seeing her force an awkward smile, Jae Ha let out a soft chuckle.
“Even if it’s acting, you’re still pretty. I ordered for us already—hope that’s okay.”
“Yeah.”
“Not just ‘yeah’—can’t you say something else? That pretty mouth of yours isn’t a parrot’s, repeating the same thing.”
“Sorry.”
*Sorry?* Jae Ha tilted his head slightly and stared at Eun Jo.
“Yoon Eun Jo is apologizing—and so easily, too.”
“We’re adults now.”
Eun Jo spoke calmly and offered a faint smile.
The Yoon Eun Jo of old—proud and headstrong—would never have created situations requiring an apology. That had certainly been true once.
But she’d changed long ago. That’s just what family does.
Ever since she’d taken those more precious than herself into her arms, Eun Jo had transformed.
Against the whole world, anytime—
She’d learned it was right to lower herself without hesitation and apologize.
Pride? She’d tossed that to the dogs long ago.
And that’s exactly why she was sitting here now.
Just as Eun Jo tightly clasped her hands resting on her lap, the waiter arrived.
“…!”
Recognizing the familiar bottle shape, her face instantly flushed crimson, and she ducked her head low.
Beautiful Joy—‘BEAU JOIE.’
Back then, long ago—
The premium champagne that had been Jae Ha’s favorite had instantly become her most beloved drink.
They’d savored its sweet joy while watching movies, lying in bed, even pressed together in the humid heat of dawn, their bodies still damp.
Intoxicated by the pink-labeled bourgeois delight—its scent as lovely as its appearance—they’d kissed again and again, making love endlessly.
“We’ll prepare the champagne for you now.”
Jae Ha gave a slight nod, and the elegant flute glass filled with golden liquid.
“You still like it.”
“Oh… I actually prefer soju now.”
“Soju’s good too. Next time, we’ll go with that.”
He spoke casually, then lifted the glass, its golden bubbles rising, and downed it in one gulp—
as if celebrating some thrilling occasion.
“Um… did you… did you give them…?”
“Yeah. Money.”
Not missing the slight tremble of Eun Jo’s lips, Jae Ha refilled his glass with perfect nonchalance.
“How much…?”
“Two hundred million each.”
“What? Then that means…”
“Six hundred million total. Not bad payment for dodging a shitstorm.”
“…”
“Drink. Relax a little.”
“You look like you’re about to faint,” he muttered under his breath as he emptied his second glass.
Seeing the refreshing smile bloom across Kwon Jae Ha’s face, Eun Jo couldn’t help but let out the tiniest hiccup.
He controlled so many things—
and every one of them was pulling her in, dragging her deeper.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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