***I’m so sorry everyone. Just as I was getting back into my posting groove, I was informed that my grandmother was passing away. She passed peacefully just a couple of days ago, and I really appreciate that you all didn’t send me a mass of irritated messages about the chapters not coming out twice in a row. You’re all wonderful~ I hope this intense chapter makes up for it! I’ll be ending the Jumin story arc soon, which means I’ll be taking some time off after that to prepare for 707!
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“Don’t you trust me, Jumin? I need your help!” The sound of a woman’s voice greeted me as I entered the penthouse. We hadn’t been expecting any visitors, so confusion was the natural reaction as I handed our daughter to the nanny. “Go ahead and go back outside.” We’d just returned for a walk, but judging by the frantic tone whatever woman this was had used, I didn’t want my daughter anywhere near this conversation.
Typically I would stay out of my husband’s affairs, particularly if they had anything to do with business, and he had become very talented at not bringing his work home with him. Still, I couldn’t resist my curiosity, treading as lightly as I could with my heavy belly towards the bedroom. He never brought women casually into our house and certainly not into our bedroom. My stomach felt like it was at my feet, and nausea completely unrelated to my pregnancy hit me hard as I put my ear to our bedroom door.
Jumin’s deep tones were harder to hear than the woman’s more shrill and panicked sound. He was far more calm, like he always was in high-stress situations. “Of course I trust you, Rika, but I still need the details presented to me. You’re not making much sense. Please, sit down.” Had he just said…Rika? Wasn’t she supposed to be dead? What were the details anyway and how was a woman who was supposed to be long dead by almost four years in our bedroom?
My head was spinning even before the woman, Rika, started talking again. “You don’t understand! You’re all in danger! V has been plotting this from the beginning. He’s going to attack at the party, and you need to be ready. I’ll have to know everything. I need you to give me all the information you can.” She talked so fast that it was hard to keep up. It was hard to believe that someone as supposedly panicked as this woman seemed to be had such a strong grasp on what was happening and already had a plan against it. I furrowed my brows, our child starting to kick at me, making me give a startled sound as I had been so focused only to hear the Rika woman hiss, “What was that?” followed shortly thereafter by the door opening so fast that I barely had the chance to catch myself on the door frame.
There she was, though, Rika, in the flesh, looking horribly angry before her eyes seemed to glaze over and a sickeningly sweet smile appeared on her face. “I guess my plans have been ruined after all. Ray!” Who was Ray? What on Earth was even happening? I looked over to Jumin whose own eyebrows were furrowed. “Rika, if the plan was to share information, you would need MC’s help any-” His words cut off as someone grabbed my arms from behind me and a chilly voice was in my ear. “You found the phone’s owner, congratulations.”
That voice had sent such a cool sensation down my spine, but I could still manage to figure out what was going on. The phone’s owner…that was how I’d come to be a part of the RFA in the first place, and that meant this was the mysterious stranger, Unknown. “Jumin!” My voice cracked horribly as fear overtook me, emotions unchecked even more than they would normally have been thanks to my pregnancy. Jumin’s face was cold and hard. “Rika. Release my wife at once.”
A laugh started to bubble from the blonde woman, her green eyes not changing from that glazed over appearance they had developed earlier. “I can’t do that now, Jumin. The plan was to take you all to Mint Eye at once, but it seems we won’t be able to do that. We’ll just have to go get the others individually.” Her tone had picked up into something sing-songy. Where were Jumin’s bodyguards? Just as I thought about it, the chilly voice answered. If I could have shifted to get a look at the man holding me, I would have, but I simply didn’t have the ability. “I hacked their security to make sure that only an image of you leaving the penthouse and then leaving it empty except for the cat and her kittens was left up. We’ll be able to take them to paradise without anyone interfering.”
None of this seemed real, it was all so much like some crazy nightmare or a horror movie come to life, but here we were and no one was coming to save us. So we thought before the sound of our elevator pinged. “Jumin, MC!” Seven’s voice. What was…how did he know to come? I could hear his steps falter and the man holding me angrily released me, Jumin sweeping in to grab me in his arms and I was once again saved from falling. His arms around me was reassuring, even in the mess of the current situation.
“You!” The man who had been holding me had this white hair with pink tips, dressed in black leather mostly, a crude tattoo visible where the sleeve dipped on the arm nearest to me. He was flying into a rage, charging at Seven before our bodyguards burst through the elevator too. I simply couldn’t handle any of this, burying my face in my husband’s shoulder until it was all over.
Rika wouldn’t talk, the Ray person who Seven kept calling Saeran wouldn’t talk either, but Seven was able to find what he believed to be their base, that same place V had told him not to look into. It was clear that Rika’s story about V coming to attack as at the party wasn’t true, but why would he have told us to stay away from there in the first place? Yoosung was up in arms, begging to see Rika, and Seven gave in only for a few moments before Yoosung started to have his own panic attack. “Why is she like this? What did you do to her?” Jumin sent me to a hotel with a bodyguard to rest while he dealt with everything, not wanting me to stress any more than necessary, but we were going to have to find V and figure out what had really happened before long.
Jumin would take care of everything, he always did, and I had faith in him. With the resources he had, we would be able to find out the truth of everything in no time and maybe even find V after his nearly two years of having been missing. Hopefully, we could get all of this done before the next RFA party. Jaehee was already organizing a number of files and documents by the time I’d left for the hotel, with Zen helping her, his quick reading ability making it that much easier. It seemed that everything we’d thought for the past few years had all been a lie.
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