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Jun-Myeon showed little to no regard to the consequences of the recent court trial as he set out to enjoy his night with Na-Ra. It wasn't like he fancied her or anything. He first started sleeping with her because he knew Jimin liked her.

He hadn't planned on making it a habit but the moment he overheard Jimin's conversation accidentally, the temptation of stealing something that would eventually become Jimin's was irresistible. He just didn't count on Jimin finding out that way. But was it worth it?

Oh boy. The look of fury on Jimin's face still lived rent free in his mind, though Jimin tried to play it indifferently. Jun-Myeon knew he had successfully given him a reality check and burst his fantasies of a life with Na-Ra.

It was a form of revenge. Only Jimin had moved on to become a man whore just like himself. Jun-Myeon took pleasure in knowing that he ruined Jimin's fantasies.

Their family rivalry has been going on for ages. It was his way of settling old scores between their families. It would take ages to one up with Jimin using their business but this was way too easy.

He didn't care for Na-Ra. But he relished her laughter echoed in the room as he poured another glass of alcohol, reveling in the heady buzz of victory.

Jimin might have found someone far prettier than Na-Ra but someday Jun-Myeon would take that away from him. After all, he had more money to spend and more time to kill. Unlike his ancestors, he didn't have to work a day to make any money. Even if he were to empty everything in his account, he'd still be left with enough to feed for at least three generations.

So he focused on Na-Ra, who sat on the edge of the bed in her sexy burgundy dress, sipping a drink. Jun-Myeon would have thrown a lavish party to celebrate his release but he just didn't have the time and couldn't wait to get some action.

He'd have had preferred a different flavor in omega today, preferably a feisty, doe-eyed no body, who thought he had everything just because a purebred was fucking him. Jun-Myeon didn't think it could be anything serious. Jimin wouldn't settle that easily, but he understood why he might be smitten.

Jungkook was a rare beauty. If it wasn't for his scent, it was so easy to mistake him for a purebred omega. And he had that fiery attitude Jun-Myeon would like to erase from his being.

He could already think of several ways to ruin the omega's little fantasy world and bring him down to his knees. But that would have to wait. One way or another he'd have Jungkook where he wanted—begging for mercy.

For now, though, he'd pretend she was that feisty omega. He approached her with a smirk. "We're gonna play a little game today," he said. "And I'm gonna make you beg for mercy."

Na-Ra laughed unsuspectingly. "Oh, yeah." She smirked. "Bring on then, big boy. You know I can take it."

She could. She loved it wild. The rougher he was, the crazier she became. He climbed on the bed, one certain omega's calm fury burning behind his eyelids.

***

Choi Ji-hoon just got off the phone with Attorney Oh while he continued to watch the news channels on the small screen in front of him. He barely acknowledged the attorney's polite response at the end of the call.

The luxurious plus seat of his car swallowed his slightly overweight frame. The car flew down the long lanes at a speed that would normally break several traffic rules if he wasn't on the highway right now.

He couldn't bring himself to care any less, considering the shame his only son has brought him. Now Ji-hoon wasn't a modest alpha by any chance. He just preferred to keep his private life private.

But Jun-Myeon was the exact opposite. He didn't care for his reputation and lived his life as he saw fit. Even now after the trial, he not only broke the court order by revealing the two omegas' names but also left for the mansion on the outskirts of Incheon to celebrate.

His family's reputation that was crafted over the years was now chipping away all due to his carelessness. A mere lowborn omega has done something others failed to do for ages.

Only Jun-Myeon would know how many omegas he invited and how many PR struggles this was going to bring. Ji-hoon would be damned if there was any more trouble. Not to mention Kim Namjoon, one of his biggest and most important investors Jun-Myeon had brought.

Now there was one more withdrawal, fearing their reputation for being associated with the Choi businesses. Ji-hoon's fury knew no bounds. His fist clenched and unclenched and his jaw tightened. It was as if his son lived to bring shame to his family, but his hatred was more toward the omegas who dared to testify against him.

The moment the car came to a halt in front of the grand mansion, Ji-hoon barely waited for the driver to get out and open the door for him before getting out himself. The security scrambled to greet him, which he ignored.

The caretaker of the house rushed toward him with wide eyes. "Mr. Choi." He bowed deeply.

"Where is my son?"

"S-Sir..." He nervously looked toward the direction of the upstairs bedroom.

When Ji-hoon tried to storm toward the bedroom upstairs, the caretaker tried to stop him. "Sir... Young master has company." He scratched his neck nervously.

"Tell me something new."

He walked past him, climbing the stairs as fast as his body allowed. Reaching the bedroom door, he knocked continuously until he head a significant curse, a yell and footsteps hurrying toward him.

The door flew open. "What the fuck do you want?" Jun-Myeon's expression changed when he saw who it was. "Dad? What are you doing here?"

Ji-hoon ignored his state of indecency, dressed in only his robe and holding it together to hide his nakedness. The stench coming from inside told him more than he should know. He pushed his son aside and stormed inside, nose scrunching and distaste filling his face when he saw who it was.

"What the hell!" Jun-Myeon came to him. "What are you doing?"

"What. Are. You. Doing?" he emphasized each word, glaring at his son.

"What?" Jun-Myeon scoffed in disbelief.

"I told you to let me handle this but you have to go and fuck it up once again. What were you thinking?!" Veins bulged across his forehead and his face turned red with fury.

"Dad, it's over, isn't it?" Jun-Myeon chuckled. "I'm out."

But Ji-hoon's anger only went up a notch. "We lost an investor today and this is how you celebrate? With her out of all people?"

Jun-Myeon shrugged, tying his robe tighter while Na-Ra pulled the sheets high up her chin with an uncomfortable expression. He went to pour himself another drink.

"Namjoon would have left eventually." He took a gulp. "It's not like he's the only person out there. Besides, what's wrong with her? She's a catch."

Ji-hoon sneered, "Do you even know how many billions we lost? Another investor backed off at the critical stage of the project. What are you going to do now?"

Jun-Myeon scoffed. "Chill, dad. We will figure out something. The project is ours, isn't it?"

Ji-hoon strode toward him, reaching him in six steps, then he lifted a hand to slap him across the face. The sound echoed across the room, causing the glass to slip from Jun-Myeon's hand. Na-Ra jumped in shock, mouth parting in a surprised gasp.

"You have destroyed years of hard work due to your recklessness." His voice rose and eyes spat molten lava. "I fucking told you to stay out of trouble and lay low until things are sorted out. You had one job, Jun-Myeon!"

"Dad..." He tried and Ji-hoon slapped him once again, watching a bead of blood forming on his lower lip.

"You ruined everything. I'm ashamed of you."

"Dad." Jun-Myeon clenched his jaw.

"You're removed from all the positions of the company effective immediately," he hissed. "I'm freezing your funds until further notice."

"What?" Jun-Myeon's face contorted with shock. Disbelief flooded his face. "Y-You can't do that."

"Watch me," Ji-hoon growled. "You've done nothing but tarnish our family name and you proved that you can't handle a slightest responsibility without destroying everything around you. I won't let you ruin our family legacy." He waved an angry finger in front of him.

Jun-Myeon's hands shook and face twisted with anger. His fists clenched at his sides. "I didn't ruin anything. I'm a Choi and I don't need your permission to enjoy my life."

Ji-hoon lips curled with distaste. "Get your act together. Or I'll disown you."

Jun-Myeon's eyes narrowed at him before he looked away in anger.

"You don't deserve to carry the Choi family name if you can't handle two low lives," he snapped. "Consider this your final chance to prove that you can be worthy to inherit this family's fortune."

With that, he turned around and left without another look, leaving his son stunned to silence.

***

Jun-Myeon grabbed the alcohol bottle, draining a considerable amount and ignoring the burn as he watched the door slam shut. The sting on his cheek hurt less than how much it hurt his pride.

He stood there, humiliation searing through him as Na-Ra watched him silently. His fist clenched around the neck of the bottle. The shame of being slapped was one thing but the threat of disinheritance was another.

That fucking omega.

Jungkook's icy glare as he met his eyes challengingly surfaced in his mind. A feisty, doe-eyed nobody who didn't know his place. The source of all his problems.

The purebred alpha downed another gulp of alcohol to numb some of his frustration but failed to cool the rage simmering under his skin. He was being ridiculed while the low life celebrated this victory somewhere. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I'm going to shatter his perfect little illusion," he growled. "I'm going to strip his life to nothing but dust and ruins." He took another gulp.

As he seethed, he wanted Jungkook to experience everything he had felt. To see the look of shame and humiliation on the omega's face as his world fell apart around him.

"I'll ruin him," he vowed, a dark resolve settling over him. "And I'll make it unforgivable."

"You will," Na-Ra chimed in. "I'll help."

Jun-Myeon scoffed, setting the bottle down. He was a Choi. One way or another, he will show Jungkook why he should have never crossed a Choi. And by the end he'd have had his revenge and his redemption.

"Ready for another round?"

Na-Ra chuckled. "Always."

***

A/N: That's it for today. See ya later.