💬'It felt like a thousand shards of glass had embedded into her chest, making her wonder how she was still breathing. How was it that even though she'd always expected that painful moment, the reality was even more devastating? To the day, she stil...
"There are betrayals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lover enters the habits of the other. Things are smashed, revealed in new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences, although the heart is an organ of fire. A love story is not about those who lose their heart but about those who find that sullen inhabitant who, when it is stumbled upon, means the body can fool no one, can fool nothing - not the wisdom of sleep or the habit of social graces. It is a consuming of oneself and the past." ― Michael Ondaatje
STORY NOTE: I don't usually make music suggestions, but for this chapter, to get the full impact, when you see this image 🎼 I suggest listening to this classical piece on YouTube: https://youtu.be/ecxf90mMv9Y (You'll understand why once you get to that part)
😞Apologies ahead of time for the shortness of this chapter. 🤍
MATURE SEXUAL RATING ON THIS CHAPTER ⚠️🔞PLEASE IF YOU ARE UNDER AGE, DO NOT READ THIS MATERIAL.
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"Home, Secretary Jung."
The Chairman settled himself in the back of his custom designed Mulsanne Grand Limousine. The click of his seatbelt was the signal for his personal driver, Secretary Jung, to pull out of the parking area reserved for the majority shareholder of YumShin Group.
The secured area was only accessible to the family and was gated off by bulletproof and shatterproof glass partitions, isolating the embarkation area from the rest of the underground parking facility.
As Secretary Jung drove the car towards the exit, several armed guards acknowledged the car, knowing the Chairman was within. A guard inside a booth deactivated the locking mechanism and the glass partitions parted and slid aside to allow the glossy black Bentley Mulliner to pass.
Inside the car, Kim Yong-Gun allowed himself to finally relax and sink into the luxurious fine leather seats of his favorite vehicle. To call it just a car, would be sacrilege. He loved the luxury that surrounded him. There was none other like it anywhere in the world. It was uniquely his, it was made to match his desires.
With his eyes closed, he smiled in satisfaction of what awaited him back at the Ponderosa. The house had been chosen by his late wife. She had wanted a huge home for the many children she had always dreamed of having with him.
He had loved her with everything in him. She had been the woman made exactly for him. He would have reached out and plucked the moon from the sky, should that have been her desire.
All she had ever wanted was to be surrounded by her children, living endless days of giggling excited laughter and loud, heavy footsteps on floors, as they ran in and out of their home. She did not care that priceless pieces of art hung on the walls and were in danger of being damaged by their children's raucous behavior. If beautifully sculpted statues and ancient vases were wrecked, she cared little, as long as her children were safe from the damage. Things did not matter to her: It had always been people that she valued.
It was small mercies then, that she had passed before she knew the pain of losing their eldest son and only daughter. He knew how it would have devastated and destroyed her joy, the silence they would have to endure.
But that deafening silence was finally over. His heart soared that the dreams he had once shared with his wife, had come to fruition. The family he had thought forever lost to him, the family he had always hoped to have, those hopes had come home.
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