The Seventh Floor - JJK [✓]

TWENTY - NINE

"Dad!! She is not only your daughter but my sister too. I'm also concerned for her well-being," Jungkook blurted out in a whirlwind of emotions. He dropped to his knees, his cries growing louder as the man slowly turned back to face him and walked to him.

He reached down and lifted Jungkook by his shoulders, his gaze hard and unforgiving. "Dad? You lost every right to call me dad when you killed my Alessia," he lashed out, accusing him.

"I didn't do it. It was not from brake failure. It was Carlos. He manipulated the scene. I was just a 5 year old, dad, too young. It took me years to realize that the guilt I was living with was not my fault," Jungkook explained everything in desperation to get listened to, sharing a deeply buried truth he had never spoken of before.

"Even if it's true, there's no denying you were playing with machines at a very young age. You liked knives, guns, and explosives. I can't forget what you caused. You learned everything from Carlos. I despise Carlos, and I despise you," the man burst out, finally releasing the pent-up hatred he had carried for years.

Tears welled up in Jungkook's eyes as he realized the immense rift that had grown between them. "You weren't there for me all those years when I needed you and I'm not mad about it because I always tried to understand you but now, there's no one on my side, Dad! I'm breaking apart! I need you."

He pleaded, wrapping his arms around his father. It was the first time they had embraced in 21 years, a poignant moment after years of separation after Alessia's tragic demise.

"I've taken the lives of everyone involved in Mom's killing!" Jungkook disclosed this to his father, speaking only what was necessary.

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After two days In Mexico, At 8:35 AM:

while Rosalia's nurse was pushing her in a wheelchair down a fancy hallway in the house, Rosalia's trusted guard, Marco, came over "If you don't mind, I'll take it from here," he kindly offered. The nurse agreed.  "Alright, please be careful." She cautioned as he nodded.

With Marco in charge, he pushed the wheelchair. Rosalia played her part carefully, just as she always did.

This act continued, and Rosalia's ability to keep her true self hidden showed how far she would go to protect her family in this dangerous mafia world, their secrets remained safe, known only to a few people.

Marco gently wheeled her into a beautiful garden. The garden was like a colorful paradise, full of vibrant flowers and peaceful fountains. As they stepped into this serene space, Rosalia's eyes lit up with the beauty of nature. The garden was a world away from the secrets and confinements of the mansion.

Marco, with warmth in his voice, asked, "Ma'am, do you want to say something?"

Rosalia responded with a quiet smile, "Call him."
Marco understood the significance of this request and bowed. He dialled a specific number on his phone and handed it to Rosalia. She slowly extended her hand, gripping the phone and placing it next to her ear. With a nod from the guard, he gave her the privacy she needed for this conversation.

"How's Greta?" With a deep breath, Rosalia inquired.

"Mrs. Castro, Greta is fine and peacefully sleeping." The voice on the other end of the line replied.

Rosalia's tone shifted, "Don't you dare to divorce her, Jimin! I'm doing everything for the sake of my daughter, and you can't abandon her at this point!" She vented.

"Calm down, Mrs. Castro, you're still recovering. Tell me, should I consider adopting a child?" Jimin chuckled.

"Adoption? Why don't you take her for treatment? There are vast medical options available..." The woman got interrupted and met with his next mocking reaction.