Devil Contract ✓

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❝He Loves Me?❞
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I WIPED THE TABLE WITH THE CLOTH with Anna lurking behind me. I pressed my lips in a thin line noticing her suspicious look. "Who were they? Didn't look like your brothers." She said, brows drew together. "They were..loan sharkers." I told her, trying to be honest.

"Loan sharkers!? You've taken loan—" I shushed her. "I—no, Jungkook, who came here often, paid it off for me. But they just won't go away, but I think they're scared from his threats. I guess they won't be coming back." I said, smiling.

"Your husband?" I hesitated a little, but nodded. "He seemed nice, by the way. Did you two fight?" She asked, making me nod. "He looks kind of familiar strangely. Why does he always wear a mask?" I stopped, having no answer to her question. "While we're at it, even you look familiar, like I've seen you someone, tv?"

A huge gulp stuck in my throat, finding no words to satisfy her curiosity. I opened my mouth, but then closed it again. "I-" She squinted her eyes. "Haerin. Haerin, I feel like I've heard that name before." She muttered, thinking hard.

"Wait, Anna. Stop think—" She gasped suddenly, scooting away from me. "You-he—you both are that Jeon couple." I blinked, panicking internally. "Look, Anna—" She shook her head, looking out of the window. "You're the all-famous Haerin, Jeon Jungkook's wife. Most women out there despise you, hate you." I shook my head. "Anna—"

She raised her finger ahead of her, "You—what are you even doing here—wait, that means the man that's been coming here is Jeon Jung—" I dragged her to the locker room, "Hey, hey. Please, please don't tell about this to anyone." I said, placing my hands in front of her.

"Hey—I won't, okay? I'm not a b*tch like those dramatic 'in-their-imagination' d*mbasses who think that their little baby Ceo won't marry a girl like you."

I felt a little relieved at that. She grabbed my shoulders lightly, "What is it? Tell me." I felt a lump form into my throat and I hugged her, tears filling my eyes.

"I.." She pulled me closer, patting my back, "It's fine. You can tell me, I'll help you."

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"So you mean he married you because you because you look like his ex fiance, but now the contract between you two is over, you're back at life but he's fallen for you and wants you back..and you're understanding that? Like, you're not even sure if you love him back."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Look, I understand billionaires attract women the most, but pride is also a thing." She said. "I know, I know and I'm not going back. He has said he'll give me a reason to love him, and get back to him, but I have no idea how he plans to do that—" I was cut off by the bells ringing, a customer came.

"Haerin?" My brows knitted, "Jungkook?" I called him out, walking out of the room, he smiled, frowning hen he saw Anna. "I actually...told her about everything. Um, you're fine with it, right?" I asked, unsure about his reaction.

He looked at me, blank. "Of course it is. I came to help, since she knows who I am, I don't think she'll be able to resist my help, right?" He grinned at Anna.

"I—I take the pride part about the billionaires topic back. Of course you can help me—why not..financially?" I hit her shoulder a little. "Okay fine. You can help, but not in those clothes. You need to change." She said.

"Show him the lockers." She said, giving me a weird look.

"Here." I opened the door, opening the locker and giving the apron to him. "Uh..don't wear this. Just take your jacket off and wear this apron." I said, pushing the t-shirt back in the locker.

He took his jacket off, struggling with the apron. I turned him around and tied the apron around him. "Aren't you hot inside that mask?" I asked, pointing at his mask. He smiled, "Why don't you wipe it for me?" He asked, taking his mask off.

I wanted to protest, but decided to just do as he said. I took out the cloth with which I cleaned the tables. "I'm not a table." He laughed, pushing my hand away. I giggled a little at his annoyed face, taking out another clean cloth and wiped his sweat.

He wrapped his hands around my waist. "Jungkook, not th—" He pushed me against the locker lightly, "So..um, there's going to be a celebratory party for my company since we launched out product, people expect my wife to be there. So, will you be there with me, please?"

I sighed. "Didn't you make our divorce official to the pub—" He shook his head, "I couldn't, please?"

I groaned when he rested his forehead against mine, "You're so annoying." I muttered, nodding.

"Fine..I'll come." He lightened up, "Really?" I nodded, "Thank you so much honey." He kissed cheek, smiling.

I smiled back, "That's fine."