Park Jimin Daring Wife || PJM ✔️ (COMPLETE)

C58

"Song Areum’s wealth, has without a doubt, accumulated throughout the years. On her eighteenth birthday, as a special gift for her, the old fool Song had given her a favorable amount of shares within Song Corporation." Park Mu-Jin began the plan.

"You will secure it by marrying her."

Park Jimin’s face did not change. It remained cunning and fraudulent, everything that a man willing to scam his lover was supposed to be. He was glad his grandfather was getting old and his brain was deteriorating with each passing year.

Marriage was exactly what Park Jimin sought after. But he and his grandfather shared two polar reasonings for it.

"You will have my blessings." Park Mu-Jin leaned his chin on his arm, a fond smile on his face. To join families with the Songs and merging the fortune of a wealthy heiress would be killing two birds with one stone.

"It is up to you to decide how to convince your parents. Your father is quite fond of Eun Ha Won."

"That can be easily changed." Park Jimin chuckled low. He stood up to his full-height, nodded his head and excused himself. "Have a good day, grandfather."

Park Mu-Jin hummed in reply, his smile slipping the second the door closed. He turned to face the window, arms tucked, a shadow passing over his face as the sun was covered by a cloud.

He heard something outside and went to investigate it. As he left the room, a person dressed in a worker’s outfit slipped inside.

- - - - -

The present.

Song Areum was numb. She was at a loss for words, her mind going blank. The phone slipped from her hand, roughly thumping onto the bed. The chirping of the birds outside was beginning to sound like they were mocking her, the sunlight too bright for her eyes. This room, practically the size of her apartment, felt cramped. It was stuffy. She did not like the atmosphere here.

She was so pained by what she had heard, her heart no longer registered the agony spreading through her chest. She wanted to cry, to scream, and break everything in her sight but was too mentally exhausted to do so.

"Do you love Song Areum?"

"Never."

"Do you love Song Areum?"

"Never."

The conversation played in her head like a broken record.
"Why bother staying with her?"

"She will benefit our family."

Song Areum climbed out of the bed and in her daze, she felt her hand brush against something. The next thing she knew, she had violently jerked her arms.

CRASH!

The glass lamp beside the nightstand clattered onto the floor. It broke into pieces, the colorful and jagged shards littered the floor. It caught the sunlight and soon, the floor glistened, shimmering with brilliant rainbow hues that Tiffany lamps were known for.

In her daze, Song Areum reached for a shard just as a rough knock could be heard, followed by another urgent knock.

"Madam? Is everything all right in there?!"

Song Areum ignored the frantic voice. The stained glass was beautiful, the light beckoning her forward. She touched it, blinking when her finger was suddenly pricked by the piece, blood dripping from her fingers. Why did beautiful things have to be so painful when touched?

"Madam? Are you alright?"

The housekeeper tried to open the door, but to no avail, as it was locked. The Young Master always valued his privacy. There was no master key in this house.