When Su Ma woke up again, she was already on a bed, lying with her limbs shackled to it. The overwhelming dizziness overtook her. "Chuan?" she uttered when she saw him standing just a few feet away from her bed.
"I cant- I can't move my body." She said, her voice hoarse. "What did you do to me?" Seeing the sneer in Chuan's eyes, fear instantly crept inside her. The last thing that she remembered was losing consciousness from the hunger and thirst. She gulped. Her hunger and thirst was no longer there. Was it possible that Chuan had fed her?
"Please... let me- "
"Now... you don't look like her anymore." A smile became apparent on his face before he turned his back on her. "Enjoy the food. That will be the only thing that you will have in the next three days." He said before leaving the room.
"Chuan! What do you mean?" She tried to sit down but her body was so numb she could not feel her limbs anymore. "Chuan!" she yelled as she looked at the room. It was a white room with no window nor toilet. No table or furniture aside from the bed that she was lying on. "Chuan please...." She begged.
Does this mean that she would spend the next three days alone in this room, with no food, no water without the capability of moving a inch?
"Chuan!" She screamed when she noticed him close the door.
"You can scream as much as you want. Your choice. Enjoy it... Chaerin." He said, his apathetic voice made her shiver. "Enjoy the solitude." He said before he left, his footsteps echoing behind him.
"Chuan!!!!!! Let me out of here! What did you do to me!"
"Chuan!"
"Please!!!! Let me go!"
Her voice echoed inside the underground of the Kim Family mansion. However, Chuan never stopped walking. His steady steps took him out of the underground prison while he hummed a tune. With his stern face, Chuan walked towards his study to prepare before going to his office.
The image of Bec Facci on his table caught his attention. A sad sigh left his lips.
As hard as it was, he needed to move on. He needed to let go. He held the frame gently as he smiled. Jennie and Taehyung seemed happy now. Without him, the twins were happy and content. With the same gentle smile on his face, he dialed a number on his phone.
"Lawyer Xi?" Chuan said. "Yes, it is me. I would like to see you tomorrow at my office. Yes... it is about my will." The same smile was on his face as he gently put Bec's frame back on top of his table. "Hmmm. Yes... I will make some last minute changes."
Not long after Chuan ended the call before he left his study and went to his office.
"Mr. Kim, the police are here to talk to you about Mrs. Kim's disappearance. Shall I let them in?" His secretary's voice woke him up from his stupor. He immediately donned a sad smile before walking towards the large portrait of him and Su Ma on his wall.
"Of course. Let them in." He answered. "Prepare some refreshments for them." Tears started to pool on his eyes before he turned towards the officers who just walked inside his office. "Please sit down." He gave them a sad smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Kim." The tall officer smiled. "I understand that it was you who reported Miss Su missing?"
"Yes, Officer. I have never heard from her for... four days, three hours and seven minutes now." He nodded. "My apologies... I just...." Avoiding the officer's eyes, he held the photo of Su Ma that was on his table. "I don't understand... why she would leave without letting me know?"
The officers started asking him questions about Su Ma and the things that he noticed before she left. Of course, Chuan told them 'everything' that he knew. This included all of her jewelry going missing as well as some of the images and documents that she considered dear. At the end of the interview, the officers concluded that there was indeed a possibility that she ran away.
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The Villain's Wife (Book 2)
FanfictionLike almost every dramatic romance novel, Jennie Kim's story began with an evil stepmother, a scheming stepsister, and a dumb ex-fiance. At twenty, she fell prey to their grand scheme and became the laughingstock of the country. In despair, she left...