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74. Catch, Don Advait.

Jungkook’s POV

The city blurred past the black-tinted windows of my car, but my mind was sharper than it had been in months.

My jaw was locked tight. I hadn’t spoken a word to my driver since we left the company basement. Not after the picture.

That image—Y/n, sitting on the living room couch, her eyes on the TV, completely unaware of the camera angle—the internal security camera.

Someone had hacked our system.

Which meant…
Someone had already been inside.

And that was enough to send the monster in me completely awake.

My phone vibrated again on the seat beside me. I didn’t even look. Not yet. If it was another picture, I didn’t need another trigger. I already had enough rage boiling under my skin to raze cities.

“Mr. Jeon, we’re home,” the driver said.

I didn’t reply. Just opened the door before the car even stopped completely and stepped out. The guards at the gate immediately stiffened, nodding nervously. They could feel it—the storm I was carrying inside me.

I walked past them, straight into the house.

The moment the front door opened, I heard a soft laugh echoing from the hallway near the drawing room.

Aarohi.

I breathed out slowly and followed the sound.

Her voice was bright, innocent. “No, unnie, that’s not how appa makes pancakes! He flips them like whooosh! And then catches them like a ninja!”

I rounded the corner into the living room—
And stopped cold.

There she was.

Saera.

My old "friend."
The woman who came crying at my gates a few days ago.
The woman who I now couldn’t fully trust.

She was sitting cross-legged on the rug with Aarohi in her lap, gently brushing her hair with a pink toy comb. Aarohi was giggling, bunny plushie beside her, completely unaware of the tension that just poured into the room like venom.

“Saera,” I said—sharp. Cold.

She looked up instantly, smiling too casually. “Oh! You’re back early, Jungkook. Aarohi and I were just playing salon—”

“Where’s Y/n?”

The smile froze for a second.
Just a flicker.

“Uh, I think she’s upstairs? She said she was going to shower. I offered to watch Aarohi.”

I nodded once, eyes scanning her. Her posture. Her eyes. Her hands. Anything off? Anything hiding?

“Take your hands off my daughter,” I said softly.

Aarohi turned toward me, confused. “Appa?”

“I’m not mad at you, princess,” I said, forcing a smile for her. “But appa needs to talk to unnie. Go check if Advait is done with his homework, yeah?”

She hesitated but obeyed, kissing my cheek before hopping up and skipping out.

I waited until she was out of earshot.

Then I stepped in, standing over Saera.

“Tell me why the fuck a picture of my wife was sent to me today from inside this house,” I said, voice a low growl. “Someone hacked my security system. You’ve been here all week. I need to know—right now—are you involved?”