My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 114

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Chapter 114
My heart hammered violently, pounding so fiercely that my chest ached with each beat.
Cold sweat seeped into my palms, damp and clammy. My mouth went dry in an instant, my throat constricting with tension.
Alexandro Adis loomed above me in silence, vast as a mountain, threatening to crush me beneath his weight. That suffocating pressure seized my throat, and I gasped for breath in shallow, fragile gasps.
‘How could Father be here?’
He should be on Paeylon Island by now.
Only two days had passed since I arrived at this place.
There was no way he could have come here in that time….
Then, after a suffocating silence, he extended his hand. As his massive hand drew near, my shoulders flinched involuntarily.
Perhaps finding my reaction pathetic, he let out a quiet scoff.
“You waltz in here without a shred of fear, and now this.”
Then he seized the lantern I was holding. He yanked it from my grasp.
“You’ll drop it with hands trembling like that.”
As I continued to shake, Alexandro left the thought unspoken.
I was suffocating.
“What were you doing in this room, Kanna Adis?”
Kanna Adis.
Damn it. That gentle tone again. Goosebumps erupted across my skin. And my heart—that stubborn, erratic heart.
“Answer me.”
I forced strength into my rigid neck.
“I apologize.”
“For what?”
“For entering this room without permission.”
“How well you understand.”
I lowered my face, but in the same instant, he tilted my chin up with a single finger, forcing my gaze upward.
“Do not bow your head before me.”
He meant I should not avoid his eyes. I barely managed to meet his gaze as I apologized.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist my curiosity and entered.”
“Curiosity, you say.”
Alexandro Adis stepped back and slowly bent forward.
“What could have been so fascinating that you entered this room?”
In that moment, I understood.
It was a trap.
I had fallen into the snare he had laid for me.
From the beginning, it was Alexandro Adis who had lured me here.
He had spoken in Korean and deliberately made it seem as though he would be away from the house for a long time.
So that I would come to this place—to a location where I could uncover his secrets!
But now that realization was meaningless. Whether I understood or not, I was already a beast caught in a snare.
“…You were right, Father.”
Since I had already fallen into the trap, I would struggle until my dying breath. Whatever the outcome, I would extract everything I could.
“Father said it was a ‘lie.’ I was curious how you knew that word, so I came here. Isn’t this what you wanted?” Kanna Adis asked.
“You understand well.”
Alexandro Adis did not deny it. There was no need for him to do so.
“I thought that if you understood that word, you would certainly come here.”
Damn it. I swallowed the curse down my throat. I had fallen right into his trap after all.
But even if I had known he was luring me—
‘I would have come anyway.’
His secret was something I simply could not ignore.
I pointed at the portrait.
“Who is this person?”
Alexandro Adis glanced down at it. He answered without much interest.
“Who knows.”
“They look almost identical to me—no, rather like a parent would. Like my mother.”
“If that’s what you think, then that’s what it is.”
That was confirmation. So the black-haired woman in this portrait truly was my mother!
My heart raced. As I grasped this truth I had never known before, excitement surged within me. Fear gradually receded, and curiosity blazed fiercely in its place.
“Where is she now?”
“Why do you ask?”
Alexandro Adis replied with an oddly sharp edge to his voice.
“Do you intend to meet her now?”
“That is my decision to make.”
“You will not be able to decide anything.”
In other words, he would not tell me.
I bit my lip and glared at him—a glare that could only be described as such.
It was just like before.
When I first asked Father about Mother’s existence as a child.
“Never speak of that woman again.”
It was no different from when he had warned me with those ominous eyes.
“Just tell me one thing. Is this person—the person in this portrait—alive? Or have they passed away?”
“Hardly.”
Surprisingly, he scoffed.
“Even if you tried to kill her, she would not die.”
Yet strangely, the tone in his voice was not that of a former lover or mistress. Rather…
‘Hostility.’
Could it be my imagination that I felt hatred in those words?
“Now it’s my turn.”
Alexandro Adis extended the arm holding the lamp to the side. As he did, the wall was revealed as if a curtain of darkness had been drawn back.
‘Another portrait?’
On the wall hung another portrait I had not discovered—one I had completely missed.
“Do you know this woman?”
Kanna Adis studied the newly revealed portrait. A faint crimson light flickered and danced across the canvas.
‘An East Asian….’
A woman, likely Korean. And young.
Mid-to-late twenties, perhaps?
And. And….
“….”
I nearly collapsed.
Because I recognized her face.
“You recognize her.”
In Alexandro Adis’s voice as he observed my trembling eyes, I detected something unsettlingly triumphant.
“Have you met this woman?”
“…What do you mean by that?”
“While another person inhabited your body, did you meet this woman?”
I stared at him blankly. Each word he spoke struck my mind like a brutal blow—so shocking, so devastating that my brain seemed to malfunction.
I wondered if I’d misheard him.
But I knew I hadn’t.
Yet how could Father possibly…?
Was this even possible?
This conversation right now?
Could Father and I truly be having this exchange? Was this reality?
In that moment, a terror greater than any I’d felt before crept up my spine. Goosebumps erupted like spiders crawling across my skin. I stumbled backward. My thigh struck the table. I was trapped.
“Answer me.”
“I… don’t understand what you’re saying, Father….”
The next instant, he closed the distance between us with a single, deliberate step.
“Don’t bother denying that another woman has occupied your body all this time.”
How could Father possibly know that?
A flash of memory struck me.
Ju-hwa’s diary. Written in Korean.
Which I’d believed only Ju-hwa and I could read in this world.
Or so I’d thought.
But Alexandro must have been able to read it as well.
“Father, how did you….”
I couldn’t bear not to ask.
“Who taught you Korean? And these portraits—what connection do they have to these two women? And….”
“Not me. This time, it’s your turn to answer.”
Alexandro Adis calmly deflected my heated barrage of questions. Once more, he pointed to the portrait in the darkness.
Faint moonlight filtering through the window’s edge illuminated the face of the East Asian woman in the portrait—Seon-hee’s face.
“Do you know this woman?”
“No.”
I denied it immediately. It was pure instinct.
I could see that Alexandro Adis was not searching for Seon-hee with any benevolent intention.
His hostility, his hatred—those emotions were directed not only at my biological mother but at Seon-hee as well.
Which meant I had to protect her. Nothing was more important than that.
“I’ve never seen that woman before.”
“….”
I spoke with as much composure as I could muster, meeting Alexandro Adis’s gaze. His vivid emerald eyes watched me quietly in the darkness, like a beast concealed in shadow.
In that moment, I understood something.
My father had never believed my lies. Not for a single instant.
And he was ultimately a man who would extract the truth.
By any means necessary.
‘Even through torture, perhaps.’
The moment that thought crystallized, my fingertips trembled.
This was a sealed room. A room no one would enter.
As long as I remained within my father’s sight, escape was impossible. He might even harm me. He might do anything to hear the truth.
“I truly don’t know. I’ve never seen that woman before.”
“….”
“As you said, Father, another person had entered this body. And I, in turn, entered that person’s body. That place was a country called Korea.”
I wove truth and falsehood together until they became indistinguishable.
“But there are countless people living there. Even if they share the same nationality, most never meet throughout their entire lives.”
“….”
“I’ve never met that woman.”
Alexandro Adis did not answer. Holding his gaze felt like my skin was being flayed away—a terrible sensation burrowed into me.
It was the shame and fear of one whose lie has been seen through, whose deception is already known, yet who must persist in the lie regardless.
“…Father, I should leave now.”
After a long silence, I requested in a fractured voice.
“Please let me go.”
“….”
“I was wrong. I won’t enter this room again.”
After that, I could say nothing more. I could only wait for my father’s decision with a heart grown desolate.
‘What if he tortures me.’
He hates me, and he has information he needs from me.
‘I did bring a defensive poison with me.’
This pendant that noble ladies carry, subdividing perfume into it.
Inside it is a substance that inflicts burning pain on the skin—but would it even work on my father?
And did I even have the courage to attack my father?
“Yes.”
What?
“Go.”
My father stepped aside and extended a lamp toward me, standing at a distance.
“Take it.”
“Thank… you.”
Kanna Adis accepted the lantern almost without thinking, then began moving cautiously toward the door.
Father was truly letting her go. He wasn’t stopping her.
‘Hurry, hurry!’
Fearing he might change his mind, I quickened my pace with urgent determination.
And finally, the moment I stepped out of the room, I bolted forward at full speed.
“Huff, huff.”
Upon entering my chamber, I threw down the lantern and collapsed onto the bed, clutching the blankets as my entire body trembled.
What was that?
What was that, what was that?
I crawled beneath the covers and curled myself into a tight ball.
What could it have been?
That conversation just now.
Father. The portrait of my biological mother—a woman who looked so much like me.
Father, who knows that my body and Ju-hwa’s have been switched.
Father, who asked if I knew Seon-hee.
Father, who let me go even though he knew I was lying.
Father, who gave me the lantern—no, that’s not quite it.
Father, Father, Father.
How much does Father know? Where does his knowledge begin and end?
My head throbbed. Whether from fear or shock, my body convulsed for a long time in the aftermath.
‘Seon-hee.’
I gripped the blanket tightly. I closed my eyes. Seon-hee. Lee Seon-hee. Such a familiar name. And a person I missed so desperately.
‘Mother…’
Ju-hwa’s mother.
The woman of Eastern descent in the portrait was Ju-hwa’s mother.

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