"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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In France, Paris~
AUTHOR'S POV~
"Did you find who did that?" A deep husky voice cut through the tension.
"N-No ma-master." A man replied while shuttering, he was trembling badly knowing the consequences. The answer came, hesitant and unchanged, "No."
"I have a bunch of useless ass...and I'm sick of that." He roared in anger. It was the same frustrating negation that had been given ten times before. With a cold finality, Taehyung raised his arm, And...
The hall, once filled with the low hum of gathered voices, was pierced yet again by the sharp crack of a gunshot—the tenth in a chilling sequence. Taehyung, the master of the mansion, stood with a fury that seemed to radiate from his very being, his finger steady on the trigger.
Each shot was a thunderous echo of his rage, a violent release of the storm within him upon learning that his meticulously designed mansion had been consumed by flames, an act of malice by an unknown adversary.
The air was thick with tension, the scent of gunpowder, and the weight of Taehyung's wrath, as the reverberations of the shots melded with the collective shock of the onlookers. It was a moment of raw emotion and power, a testament to the depths of his anger and the lengths to which he would go to express it.
"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON!!! A SON OF BITCH BURNED MY WHOLE DAMN LUXURIOUS MANSION AND NO ONE KNOWS, WHO IS IT!!!!" He screamed in anger. Cause no one knows who burnt his mansion in Korea.
It was one of his luxurious mansions all around the world.Though he had not set foot in Korea for fifteen years, his presence was felt in every meticulously crafted corner of the estate. Guided by his precise instructions, the mansion was more than a structure; it was a manifestation of his vision, a tangible expression of his exacting standards and grandiose taste.
The fact that he had never visited did not diminish its significance; rather, it highlighted the breadth of his empire and the depth of his control, able to conjure splendor from afar, shaping reality to his will. The burning of such a symbol was not just a loss of property, but an affront to his very identity, a challenge to the order he had built.
The tension in the hall seemed to pause for a moment as Jimin approached Taehyung, his phone in hand. "Taehyung, look at this, your father forwarded this picture," he said, breaking through the heavy atmosphere.
As soon as he saw that picture his face turned red. His face flushed a deep crimson as he took in the image of his burning mansion, the grand edifice reduced to flames and smoke. But it was the figure of the woman, brazenly posing with a 'V' sign in front of the destruction, that truly fanned the flames of his wrath.
The audacity of the act, captured in that single frame, was more than an insult—it was a challenge, a provocation that could not be left unanswered.
"I want to know who she is." He ordered while gritting his teeth. He turned around to go back to his room. But his steps were halted mid-turn, a physical manifestation of the abrupt stop in his thoughts as Jimin's voice reached him.
