WEST WINGβ11
βYou cursed the kingβs heir, the royal houseβs blessing, and you turned him into their worst nightmare. For every day he lived, others paid the price.
βYou cursed the kingβs heir, the royal houseβs blessing, and you turned him into their worst nightmare. For every day he lived, others paid the price.
Words slipped from her mouth before she could stop them. They were small and foolish and true.
βWhy did you bring me here?β she whispered, the words slipping out weak and hushed.
βI promise, it will drown you in pleasure until you cannot breathe.β
βIβve come to claim what you owe me. Your Iife, and everything that comes with it.β
Jeonβs face vanished from her sight, and with it, the last flicker of hope slipped away.
The guards at the passage didnβt move or question her. It was as if they had been waiting for her, and that felt wrong.
He tilted his head slightly, the movement subtle but dangerous, his sharp, unforgiving eyes fixed on her as if weighing how much he might enjoy watching her fight for her life.
What did Crown Prince Jeon even want from her?
Y/n didnβt speak, didnβt move. She couldnβt.
βY/n, you must never go to the West Wing.β
When the cold hearted military officer falls for an Indian girl.
βYour hands are too cold,β he said casually, not even glancing back at her.
Jungkook sat on the chair in the familiar office, his eyes scanning the room. It looked almost exactly the same as it had the last time he was here.