PROLOGUE

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There's a knock on the door, I sigh, my mood has already been on fire and the least I want is any human interaction today. "What?" I bark finding the familiar black-headed man. He knows better not to disturb me while the shit's going down. 

Everything... When I say it, I mean it. Everything has been going wrong since last week, my men disappoint me, the results are not back yet, and the search team has come empty-handed as well, fuck.

Ben takes permission before entering my space. HE KNOWS BETTER.

"Sir, it's done. You won't be seeing that man anymore." I smile in victory but the atmosphere doesn't change. There are still things that need my attention, there are still unresolved mysteries about her death, and there are still things that need to be done.

Since I woke up, this eerie feeling of something going wrong, very bad things coming my way has been bugging me.

"Is there something anything else Ben?" I ask the guy and I could see the way he was shivering under my dark stare. ' Something very wrong ' 


"We lost him... We couldn't track that guy, sir." My gut feeling, it never lies. If we don't find him now, it'll all be worthless, all my hard work will be in vain. I have built this empire solely on my own for just one reason and if I can't catch the reason... It's all trash. I need to know, I need to avenge her death.
Crushing the glass tumbler in my hand I glare at the guy standing straight before me, wearing a dark blue suit.

My vision is clear.

I could still hear her voice, her giggles, her calling me with so much love... Her cries, her shivered voice asking me to run, to hide. The memory is so vivid like it happened just yesterday. My blood boils, and I could feel the lava running through my veins, aching my body to destroy every fucking piece. And I will, slowly, and calmly.

NOT TODAY

I can't forgive... I can't forget the night.

All I want right now is my distraction.

"Call Mara," I demand, the whiskey now burning my throat as I eye the man who runs off to call my distraction for now.

Mara, the beautiful brunette, her dark eyes a replica of her soul. I found her fighting for her life once, saved her and since then she has been in my possession. I see the brunette entering wearing just a silky nightgown reaching her mid-thigh.

Her long slender legs bare naked for me, her head down, eyes looking at her bare feet, I follow her gaze to find her standing barefoot.

"Bad day huh?" she asks coming closer dropping the straps of her dress down and baring her shoulders for me. Then goes the dress pooling right at her feet. Her full bosoms in my view. One glance at her and she kneels almost immediately. 

She knows what to do and when to do it.

I don't love her, this is a mutual transaction. She needs me and I need her. We both share a dark past, and we both are happy to help each other in distracting each other.

"Come here," I command and she obeys crawling her way in between my thighs parting them, her hands working on the belt and soon on the zipper freeing me, I gasp at the cold touch of her fingers on my girth. Drinking the amber liquid straight from the bottle I pull my head back, resting on the chair while she works wonders through her mouth.

One kitty lick down my length and I shudder, clenching my teeth so hard I grab her hair in my fist pushing down her throat. I was not in the teasing mood right now. All I could see was red, despite being at the top of the food chain, I was helpless right now. And all I could do is wait.

Her cries and whimpers are all unheard as she takes me fully, my balls hitting her chin with every thrust. She is appreciable, not everyone can take me this well. 

"Yes, do it like that" I encourage her, and she hollows her cheeks and takes me more her palms on my thighs supporting her figure as she works her mouth to relieve the built-up tension in me. It would work for now.

"Good girl," I caress the tears flowing down her cheeks. "Now swallow every drop, don't mess my clothes. I need to be somewhere," The urgency and dominance in my tone made her swallow, and lick every inch of me clean.

She stands gathering her belongings before turning to me, "My lord, do you need something else?" she asks, such a good girl. 

"No Mara, it was enough for today, but I'll be meeting my father in a few days and I expect to see you then." With that, I leave the room.


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HER SHATTERED HEART FOUND PEACE WITH HIM

HIS PAIN AND BROKEN SOUL FOUND LOVE BENEATH THE LAYERS


KIM Y/N-

An independent woman who loves her brothers a lot but still there's some missing piece in her life that she often hates to admit but she misses the warmth a lot.

She was not only strong, and pretty but also a beautiful soul like a rose with thorns but she was afraid of someone pricking the thorns and leaving her helpless. She is dearly loved but hated by the only person who meant something to her brother.

She's Alone, Abandoned, and Angry.

"I feel like a fucking Lana Del Rey song, Summertime Sadness"
"He makes me feel so complete, so full but I'm afraid he'll abandon me too."


PARK JIMIN-

A simple free-spirited human, who loves almost everyone but can't stand some BLUE-HAIRED-MENACE, he doesn't even understand her hate towards him but he enjoys her. 

He is all soft, bubbly, and laughing amidst the people he loves. But the loneliness captures his mind as soon as his footsteps inside the building he calls home, the only thing left for him. At least he can live in luxury.

His whole life changed with the stupid incident and now he is left alone.

He's in Pain, Pleasure, and Pause.

"It hurts, I don't know how this happened but it fucking hurts..."
"She is running away, again... and this time I'm not stopping, I'll be the one to leave first."



Their love was like dead alive, she was drawn to his fire while he was drawn to her snow, killing each other in the process and yet finding salvation in each other. And without each other, they are wreaking havoc. They hate each other as much as ripping their throats apart but love each other to rip the breath out of each other.


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THE CHARACTER AESTHETICS OF THIS BOOK WILL BE POSTED BY THE END... BY THEN, ENJOY..!!!

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