Black Silk Obsession Chapter 4 - Chapter 4 is available as a full text chapter. Published April 10, 2026 and updated April 10, 2026.
🌑 Chapter 4: The Price of Pride
The silence inside the VIP lounge pressed down like a weight.
Hana stood still.
Her eyes flicked once toward the door…
Then back to him.
Kang Ji-hoon didn’t move.
He simply poured himself another glass of whiskey.
Slow.
Calm.
Like nothing had happened.
Like he hadn’t just threatened to erase her life.
Hana let out a quiet breath.
“You think you can cage a voice… just because you own the walls?”
Her voice was low.
But sharp enough to cut.
Ji-hoon paused mid-motion.
Then—
A faint smile.
“Cage you?” he repeated softly.
He set the bottle down.
“No, Hana-ssi.”
He looked at her.
Directly.
“I want to decide when you sing.”
A beat.
“There’s a difference.”
Hana’s eyes hardened.
“Not to me.”
She turned.
No hesitation.
No fear—at least, none she would show.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Toward the door.
The bodyguards moved instantly.
Blocking her path.
Tall.
Silent.
Immovable.
Hana stopped in front of them.
Her shoulders straight.
Her black shawl falling around her like armor.
She didn’t look back.
Didn’t ask.
Didn’t beg.
“Let her go.”
Ji-hoon’s voice cut through the room.
Calm.
Absolute.
The guards hesitated—
Then stepped aside.
Hana pushed the door open.
And left.
Cold air hit her like a shock.
She inhaled sharply.
Again.
Again.
“…What the hell was that?”
Her hands trembled.
But she kept walking.
Fast.
Then faster.
No taxi.
No turning back.
Just—
Distance.
She needed distance.
The streets blurred.
Neon lights smeared across her vision.
Her chest tightened.
Not fear.
Not exactly.
Something worse.
Something unfamiliar.
It took her nearly an hour to reach home.
Her legs ached.
Her breath uneven.
She pushed the door open.
“Hana?”
Her mother’s voice echoed faintly.
“I’m fine,” Hana replied quickly.
Too quickly.
She walked straight to her room.
Closed the door.
Locked it.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Her phone wouldn’t stop.
She frowned.
Picked it up.
Messages.
Dozens.
Manager:
Hana, check the news. Now.
She clicked the link.
Her eyes froze.
[Mysterious Sponsor Behind Rising Star Lee Hana?]
Photos.
Of her.
Entering Blue Moon.
But—
They weren’t normal.
The lighting.
The angles.
The edits.
She looked—
Untouchable.
Cold.
Beautiful.
Like a carefully crafted myth.
“…What is this?”
Her fingers trembled.
Scroll.
More articles.
More headlines.
More speculation.
“Dark Muse of Gangnam”
“The Woman Who Refuses to Smile”
“A Voice Owned by Someone?”
Her stomach dropped.
“…No…”
Someone was shaping this.
Controlling it.
Turning her—
Into something sellable.
Her phone rang.
Unknown number.
Again.
She stared at it.
Then answered.
Slowly.
“...What do you want?”
A pause.
Then—
His voice.
Soft.
Close.
Too close.
“I told you.”
Her grip tightened.
“I’m buying your sorrow.”
Hana’s breath hitched.
“Look at the news.”
Silence.
Heavy.
“The world is already falling in love with it.”
“Stop this,” she whispered.
Her voice cracked.
Just slightly.
“Why me?”
A quiet chuckle.
Low.
Dangerous.
“Because…”
A pause.
“You’re the only thing in this city I don’t understand.”
Her heart skipped.
“And I don’t like things I can’t understand.”
Silence stretched.
Then—
“Sleep well, Hana-ya.”
Her eyes widened slightly.
That tone.
Too familiar.
Too personal.
“Tomorrow…”
A soft exhale.
“Your life begins according to my script.”
The call ended.
Hana lowered the phone slowly.
Her room felt colder.
Smaller.
She turned her head.
The black shawl rested on her bed.
Silent.
Waiting.
“…I should throw it away.”
She walked toward it.
Reached out—
Her fingers brushed the fabric.
Soft.
Cold.
Beautiful.
She froze.
Then—
Instead of letting go…
She held it tighter.
“…What are you doing to me?”
Outside—
Seoul’s lights flickered.
And somewhere in the city—
Kang Ji-hoon smiled.
