"I won't die poor and powerless!" she declared, her voice trembling with determination.
"Then sell your soul to me," he whispered, his lips curling into a sinister smirk, eyes gleaming as he watched the desperation flicker in her gaze.
In a world wh...
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chapter two //Beg him//
The same night,
Jimin poured himself a glass of deep red wine, the rich aroma swirling in the air as he sank into the plush sofa. The evening's events replayed in his mind with a relentless edge, each word of her confrontation with Yoongi cutting through him like a blade. The bitter exchanges, the anguished cries—it all drove him closer to the edge of madness. The wine was supposed to steady his nerves, to provide a momentary escape from the storm within.
His grip on the glass tightened, knuckles turning white as he fought to control his seething anger. Yoongi's casual examination of her had ignited a firestorm inside him. How dare Yoongi look at what was his with such detached interest? The audacity of it all fueled his rage.
Yet, despite the turmoil, he needed to see her. He needed to remind himself why he endured the chaos she brought into his life, why he allowed her to unravel his carefully constructed world. He turned abruptly, his eyes landing on the maids waiting in the hallway. One of them, a young woman, was visibly trembling. Jimin's lips curled into a smirk as he recalled the reason behind her fear.
Weeks ago, this particular maid had made the grave mistake of attempting to seduce him. Bella had caught her in the act, and the punishment had been severe. The maid would never leave the palace, subjected to whatever torment Bella deemed fit. Jimin took a perverse satisfaction in the knowledge of her suffering, a cruel reminder of the power he wielded within these walls. The thought of her fear added a bitter edge to his already turbulent emotions.
Jimin placed the glass on the marble table and approached the maids. "Clean her room and bring her to me. Now."
"Yes, Master," the maid stammered, quickly heading off to carry out his orders.
Inside the room, Y/n sat amidst the wreckage of shattered glass and overturned furniture, her knuckles bloodied from her violent outburst. She was smoking calmly, the cigarette adding a haze to the chaotic scene around her. The maid approached cautiously, kneeling before her. Words seemed to catch in her throat, unable to come out.
Y/n's gaze was cold as she flicked the cigarette away and raised an eyebrow at the maid. "What are you waiting for? Clean up the mess. I'll be sleeping in Jimin's suite tonight."
"Master Jimin expects you now," the maid finally managed to say.
With a determined nod, Y/n rose, a small smile playing on her lips. It had been too long since she had slept in his arms. She made her way to his suite, her black lingerie barely concealed under her silk gown.
When she opened the door, Jimin stood with his back to her, a silhouette of strength and restraint. She approached him, slowly undressing, letting the gown fall to the floor. Her long, slender fingers traced his hard chest from behind. She pressed closer, her breath warm against his ear.
