CINDERELLA'S CONTRACT | pjm √

eighteen

❝ newfound threat. ❞

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(3RD PERSON POV)

"yes, papa." Dabin nods in reply. "I've acquired pictures from the reporter." 

There was a loud booming laugh across the other side of the phone. "I knew you could do it, my daughter. Now threaten him to publish those pictures online."

"I will...." Dabin chuckles slightly. "Thanks papa."

"Jimin won't know what's in store for him."

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morning, 7.56am

Jimin stands rooted to the ground in front of the building. He glances at the envelope with an address on it, trying his best to avoid looking at the pictures inside. How, and when were this taken? He didn't know, but at least he had to find out.

"Hello, Mr Park. May I help you?" the receptionist immediately stands and bows politely at his presence. Jimin runs a hand across his face with a sigh and places the envelope in his laptop bag; seemingly disinterested in conversation. "I'm here to meet Miss Dabin, please make it quick."

"U-understood." the receptionist caught sight of his frown, and instantly dialled the phone. After a minute of talking, she informs Jimin to make his way to the fifth floor, where Dabin would be waiting.

"Thank you." he smiles briefly before exiting the place to the elevator. As he waits for the elevator, an equally handsome young man waits beside him.

"Yona...was it?"

Jimin turned his head to the sound of her name. The young man beside him smirks upon locking eyes with him. "Yona. Your woman. I heard she's pretty..."

"What the hell do you want?" Jimin steps forward, alarmed by all these new information this stranger seemed to have. "How do you know her?"

"Me? I'm Dabin's brother." The young man says as he steps into the elevator.

"Don't you forget that." he shoots Jimin with a final mischievous smile, before the lift doors closes.

What the hell? was all that stagnated in Jimin's mind at that point in time. He takes no hurry to quickly google him, finding out that he's the next heir to the company. This guy was dangerous. A risky situation seemed to be forecoming, and he had to be alert. This guy might be interested in Yona's information...

However, the lift doors open again indicating him to enter. Jimin had no choice but to focus on yet another important matter— the photos, and the origin of them. All he had was this address, and he guessed more or less what Dabin had done.

"Glad to see you, Mr Park. How are you?" Dabin greets him with fluttering eyes as he walks into her office. But Jimin wasn't wavered. All he wanted was to solve the situation at hand— fast. Despite his disinterested behaviour, Dabin didn't seem to be giving up the flirting.

"Let's cut to the chase. What is with these pictures and why do you have them?" Jimin pulled out the envelope and threw it onto the desk.

"Oh come on, not even a greeting?" Dabin's eyes converted to those of a lost puppy. She slides her hand across the desk and onto Jimin's, caressing it gently. "At least tell me how you're doing."

Jimin pulls away from her, rejecting her touch. "Enough. Explain the pictures."

"Don't be so scary, Mr Park....Look at these photos, don't you think they make a good headline?...…like.....'Park Jimin the CEO rapes a girl'....?" She chuckles.

"What do you want in exchange?"

"Me? What I want?......" Dabin narrows her eyes. "What I want is..."

"for you to marry me."