Here's chapter 66, and honestly, the goals are not being met. The votes and comments are still not coming in on time. I wonder what's wrong—just because I post without achieving the goals doesn't mean I can't stop doing it.
I only post because I care about my readers who comment and vote without fail.
But it's frustrating that simple targets like 700 votes haven't been reached. Many authors set higher targets, yet I'm only asking for a small goal, which still isn't accomplished. If the targets aren't achieved now, I will stop posting and not post until they are completed.
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—#[continuation y/n’s pov]:
“Name your fucking price! You wanted me? You have me! This was always about me, so take whatever you want and let her go! Now!”
A slow, cruel chuckle was Andrea’s only response to his desperate plea. “Let her go? Alright. But first, answer this, Jungkook. How far does that ‘price’ go? What are you truly willing to sacrifice?”
The question hung in the air, a poisonous cloud.
His answer was instantaneous. It didn’t require a single second of thought.
“Everything.”
The word was absolute, a vow and a surrender rolled into one. “Take it all. My company, my wealth, my name. Strip me of every last thing I own, but you let my wife walk out of here. Now.”
My heart didn’t just stop; it shattered.
No… No, Jungkook, no…
The silent scream echoed in the hollow of my mind. My eyes widened in pure horror, tears blurring the devastating sight of him offering his entire world. For me.
I could feel Andrea’s gaze shift to me, drinking in my despair. This was her plan all along. She didn’t just want to break him; she wanted me to watch him break himself, and to know I was the cause.
“Very well,” Andrea said, her voice crisp with triumph. Her grip on my shoulder became a vise, ensuring I had a perfect view of my own destruction. “Zen, the papers.”
Her command cut through the tense silence. Zen moved with slick efficiency to a small wooden table and picked up a waiting folder. He strode back, one hand in his pocket, the other extending the documents to Jungkook with a smug finality.
“Sign them.”
The guards released Jungkook’s arms. He didn’t even rub his sore muscles. His entire focus was on the papers. He didn’t ask what they were. He didn’t demand to read a single clause. He simply took the pen from Zen’s hand.
No. No, you can’t!
A frantic, soundless sob wracked my body. I shook my head violently, my eyes pleading with him, screaming a silent NO! He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t throw away his life’s work, his legacy, for me. The words were trapped in my throat, a suffocating prison of silence.
Desperation overrode fear. I tried to shove Andrea’s arm off me, to stumble forward, to knock the pen from his hand. My bound wrists made me clumsy, my legs were weak, but I had to stop him.
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