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𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
'𝘼𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣'
Kim Y/n was meant to be a leverage, an arranged bride offered to the Ko...
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In my home office, plans to take over Nova are already in motion.
The wedding is still weeks away, but the contract? That can be signed now.
I call Taehyung to set up a meeting with Mr.Kim, ready to push the deal through. He doesn't hesitate. "Mr. Kim will be at your estate within the hour," he says.
Good.
As I hang up, the door swings open without a knock—like it always does.
Mrs.Bae, my housekeeper, steps in, a pitcher of iced tea in her hands, the same way she has for the last fifteen years.
I barely glance at her before making a mental note to install the Lilac lock system once the surveillance data finishes uploading.
She moves through the room like she owns it. Maybe, in her own way, she does.
There's something grounding about her presence—soft, familiar, like she's always been a part of this house. A part of my life.
The tea is homemade, just like my mother used to make when Jimin and I were boys.
She hesitates. Just for a second. But I don't miss it.
I lean back in my chair, raising an eyebrow, waiting.
She sets the pitcher down at the office bar, pours me a glass, then finally meets my gaze.
I exhale, already knowing.
"Who told you?" She lowers her head slightly, carefully choosing her words.
"Yeonjun." she admits.
"But don't be upset with him. I overheard him... something about ordering to keep an eye on your—" She pauses, and I see it—the care she's taking not to overstep.
It doesn't matter.
I already know exactly who she's talking about.
I nod, unfazed. "I'm not upset. You'd have found out soon enough. I'm getting married in two weeks. She'll be living here."
Mrs. Bae's entire face lights up, her joy so genuine that it almost catches me off guard.
"Oh, Jungkook, this is wonderful!" she exclaims, hands clasping together.
"I can't wait to meet her." She starts pacing, rattling off ideas—changes to the house, dinner menus, accommodations—already planning for a bride she's never met.
Her excitement is relentless, spilling into every word until, mid-sentence, she freezes, brows knitting together.
"I leave for vacation next week," she says, disappointment heavy in her tone.
