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chapter 3

chapter three || mistress ||

Author pov;

 The morning was serene, the chirping of birds and the cool breeze offering a rare sense of tranquility. Dew drops glistened on the leaves, and the usual noise pollution was noticeably absent. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow that touched her face. She stirred, feeling slightly annoyed by the intrusion of daylight. Just as she was about to shift, a hand gently covered her face, shielding her from the brightness. She smiled, pressing a tender kiss against the palm of the hand, and heard a soft chuckle in response.

She opened her eyes to find Jimin's face close to hers, his gaze filled with admiration. He leaned in, planting kisses on her forehead, nose, and finally her lips. She kissed him back deeply, their breath mingling as his hands roamed her bare body. They finally pulled away, gasping for air. A smile spread across her face as she caressed his cheek, her eyes locked onto his. Jimin's smile matched hers as he spoke in his deep, raspy voice.

"You drive me crazy every day, Bella."

"Because you belong to me. Only I can make you feel this way."

"I'm afraid you might not always like it," he said, rising from the bed.

Her lips parted to respond, but no words came out. Jimin returned after freshening up, a smirk playing on his lips. He approached her, his voice laced with a hint of teasing.

"Did you forget you're the Prime Minister's lawyer? Get up, Yoongi will pick you up."

"How could I forget with the Prime Minister's son in my bed?"

"If he says anything, just ignore it and do your job properly."

"Nothing new. He'll just remind me how much you enjoy seeing me in your bed."

"You're not my mistress, Bella."

"Then what am I? Not your lover or wife. How do you think others see me?"

"We shouldn't start a fight now. Drink the juice and get ready. I'm leaving."

She glanced at the juice he had left for her, her mood souring. She watched him leave, looking breathtakingly beautiful as always. Without a word, she turned away, deciding to skip breakfast for the day. Despite his usual insistence on having breakfast in bed, today she felt indifferent. She needed time to herself, a rare luxury amidst their turbulent lives.

She stepped out of her room, preparing to face the day with a sense of reluctant resolve, her thoughts consumed by the complexities of her relationship with Jimin and the expectations placed upon her.

Min yoongi pov;

As I entered the house, I couldn't shake off the routine, yet charged atmosphere of the day. My role as the Prime Minister's legal advisor meant navigating through treacherous waters daily. Today was no different. My assistant, Y/N, was crucial for the upcoming meeting, and while others might see her as merely an assistant, her role was far more significant. The political world often demanded more than just skill—it required an iron will, and Y/N had proven she possessed both. Jimin had given her a chance to thrive, and now, her sharp mind was a key asset in our dealings.

Walking into the dining area, I saw her speaking with the maids, dressed in a form-fitting gray suit. The suit hugged her figure perfectly, and despite my resolve, I couldn't help but be captivated by her presence. It was a constant reminder of the delicate line I had to tread—admiring from afar and never crossing the boundaries set by Jimin.

I cleared my throat to grab her attention. She turned, offering me a warm smile. Our usual greeting was understated, but it spoke volumes. I motioned for her to follow as I headed for the car. Once inside, she immediately asked about the nature of the sudden meeting.

"Maybe he needs some advice for the upcoming election," I replied casually.

"Then why do you need me?" she inquired.

"I'm the devil, but you're the brains behind the operation. I can't give advice without my brain," I said with a smirk.

We arrived at the PM's residence, and Y/N, with her ambitious gaze, surveyed the house as if it were already hers. I held her hand, sensing her determination.

Entering the grand house, every maid and guard bowed in respect. We made our way to the meeting room, where the atmosphere was tense. The Prime Minister glared at Y/N, but she remained unfazed, engrossed in some files. Yoongi and the minister began a heated discussion, the minister clearly agitated by Y/N's presence.

Yoongi broke the tension, addressing the minister, "So, sir, I'm here as requested."

"I see that, but why is she here?" the minister snapped, his irritation palpable.

"She's essential to my advice. I can't work without her insights," Yoongi replied coolly.

"If you need her so much, what's the point of hiring me?" the minister retorted.

"Why did you rise to such prominence so quickly if you constantly need my ideas?" Yoongi shot back.

Y/N interjected with her usual confidence, "The election is approaching. To win the public, you must counteract the charity work of the opposition by exposing their flaws."

Her suggestion was met with a brief silence as the minister pondered her strategy. She stood up to leave, and Yoongi finalized the paperwork. As we were about to exit, the minister made a provocative remark.

"I heard my son is taking back his wife," the minister said with a smirk.

Y/N's anger flared. She whispered something to me, her voice dripping with cold intent. "Then I guess we'll have a new guest soon. I'd love to show her how to get pregnant."

The minister's face turned red with fury, and he started shouting. We left quickly, and once we were in the car, Yoongi tried to comfort her. She mentioned needing to go somewhere, and I instructed the driver to take her.

The political landscape was brutal, and navigating it required not only skill but also a certain ruthlessness. Y/N embodied both, and her fierce spirit was something Jimin and I had learned to respect and manage carefully.

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