𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 (𝑱𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒇)✓

Chapter 30 |Penthouse|

After fourteen long hours, the private jet finally landed in Paris. The moment they stepped outside, a cool night breeze brushed against Y/n’s skin. The city was alive with lights, and the streets shimmered under the glow of Parisian street lamps.

The airport staff had already unloaded their luggage and placed it beside two luxury cars—a sleek Mercedes and a powerful Porsche, both parked a short distance away.

Jimin, without a word, started walking toward the Mercedes. Y/n hesitated for a second before following him.

A man in a crisp black suit stood next to the car, waiting. As soon as Jimin approached, the man greeted him in French.

"Bonsoir, Monsieur Park. Bienvenue à Paris."

Jimin responded in fluent French, his voice cool and composed. The two exchanged a few sentences, their conversation smooth and effortless.

Y/n stood there, feeling utterly lost. She had no clue what they were talking about. The words felt foreign, almost like an invisible barrier between her and Jimin.

And then, without a single glance at her, Jimin turned around, walked toward the Porsche, and drove off at high speed.

Just like that.

Leaving her alone.

Y/n stood frozen, watching the red taillights of the car disappear into the night. A hollow feeling settled in her chest.

He really left her.

The realization hit hard, but before she could dwell on it for long, the driver turned to her. He offered a polite smile and spoke in clear English.

"Hello, ma’am. I hope you are well. I will take you to your destination. Please come with me."

His voice was calm and professional as he opened the door of the Mercedes for her.

Y/n hesitated.

Should she really go?

But what other choice did she have?

With a silent nod, she slid into the back seat. The driver shut the door gently, got into the front seat, and started driving.

On the way.

The streets of Paris stretched out before her, glowing under golden streetlights. Tall, elegant buildings lined the roads, their old-world charm blending seamlessly with the modern cityscape. The Eiffel Tower stood in the distance, its lights sparkling against the night sky.

But Y/n couldn’t focus on the beauty around her.

Her thoughts were clouded with one question—where had Jimin gone?

She looked up at the rearview mirror, meeting the driver’s gaze.

"Can I ask you something?" she said in English, her voice was quieter than usual.

The driver gave a slight nod. "Of course, ma’am."

She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Where did Jimin go? And… what was he talking to you about?"

The driver kept his eyes on the road as he responded. "He instructed me to drop you off at the penthouse. As for his destination… that's all he said to me."

Y/n’s heart sank a little.

She turned her gaze toward the window, watching the Parisian streets pass by. People laughed, lovers walked hand in hand, and the city pulsed with an energy she couldn't quite connect with.

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The car finally came to a smooth stop. The long journey had been silent, filled only with the quiet hum of the engine and the occasional honk from passing cars.