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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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As I leave Y/n in the library, my mind is already turning over how to handle Mia.
I never expected her to be a problem.
She's young, working part-time to pay for her education—a favor to Mrs. Bae. I let her in.
And now I regret it.
She frightened my wife. Pressed her about me. About the men she's been with.
The thought alone makes my jaw clench.
Now, she sits across from me in my office, wringing her hands, eyes cast downward.
A bead of sweat trickles down her temple, and she swipes at it quickly, her breath shallow.
I don't say anything. Not yet.
Instead, I take my time. I let the silence stretch, let her squirm under the weight of it as I shoot off a quick text to Yeonjun.
Then I check the surveillance feed.
The monitor lights up, displaying the library. Y/n is still there, standing near the shelves, admiring the array of paints and brushes I had setup for her.
She looks... ethereal.
The natural light catches in her golden hair, softening the angles of her face, making her look almost untouched by the world around her. Untouched by me.
She was breathtaking in the garden earlier.
And now, because of Mia's careless words, she's wary of me.
My fingers tighten around the phone.
I force myself to exhale slowly before turning my gaze back to Mia.
She's still refusing to meet my eyes, her fingers twisted together in her lap.
Good. She should be nervous.
But fear alone isn't enough. She needs to understand. I lean forward slightly, just enough for her to feel the shift in power.
"MIA." She jumps, her head snapping up, wide eyes locking onto mine.
"It's time you take a long vacation." She blinks rapidly, like she's not sure she heard me right.
"A vacation?" I nod once.
Her lower lip trembles. Her eyes shine with unshed tears.
"I'm sorry, Mr.Jeon, I didn't mean to—" I lift a hand, a silent command for her to stop talking.
"What you meant or didn't mean is irrelevant." My voice is quiet, but the edge in it is sharp enough to slice.
"What matters is the damage that's been done." She opens her mouth, desperate to defend herself, but my stare alone is enough to silence her.
