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Na-Ra stormed through the halls of her mansion, walking past the few servants who stood wide-eyed as they took in her attire. Doused in chocolate, milk and whatever that was there in that drink, Na-Ra felt dirtier than ever.

The usual crisp elegance she maintained was no more. Her designer clothes, most expensive that that fucking omega's entire life worth was ruined beyond repair. The sickly sweet scent clung to her skin, reminding her every moment of her humiliation.

How dare they?

She didn't think she could ever stomach that drink ever again given how she has only smelt it for the past half an hour. The sound of her bedroom door slamming shut must have echoed through the entire mansion with how the action rattled her door frames.

She was furious beyond belief. She wasn't just disrespected by a low born with a smart mouth but was humiliated by her nemesis. Fuck Kim Taehyung and that fucking brat of an omega. Her wounded pride hurt more than anything else.

Na-Ra stood in the center of her bedroom, fists clenched tight and breathing coming in short, shallow and uneven gasps. Her body shook with fury and the sting of what had just happened tormented her repeatedly.

The servants had seen her like this; the entire world was seeing her as she stood inside her room. They were talking about her, her failure to put a regular omega in his place. She couldn't even bring herself to comprehend the depth of her rage.

With a shrill scream, she threw a designer vase on the wall. It crashed and shattered into several pieces. The water splattered on the floor, fresh flowers from their garden flying in all directions and landing haphazardly on the floor and other furniture.

That didn't stop there. The coffee mug from the morning followed the vase and several other things joined. The wall was painted with coffee and dirt.

Na-Ra's anger didn't go down a bit, though. Furious was an understatement of how she felt. She has never felt this humiliated her entire life.

So she screamed into the empty room, vision blurring with angry tears. She continued to scream until her throat hurt. She didn't stop throwing things though. Books, figurines, photo frames —she threw everything she could get her hands on.

His fucking audacity to offer me a free drink. Who does he think he is?

Her chest heaved with anger. The room looked like a battlefield and it only fuelled her anger. Her breathing was erratic, each inhale and exhale coming with a tremor of disbelief. None of this carnage was enough to satisfy the storm inside her.

You're nothing but a knocked up whore, she seethed.

She clenched her fist and ground her jaw. Jungkook's existence alone irked her. The way he casually spoke to her, the way he smiled everything caused a sharp sting, reminding her of her failure. A low born omega had achieved something she wanted for herself for a long time.

You're not special, Jungkook. But you did something that would cement your place in the Park household. Brilliant plan but it won't work for a long term. I won't let you win this.

She clenched her fists so tight that her nails dug into the palm of her hands, drawing blood. Even that little sting wasn't enough to bring her to her senses.

I'll make your life insufferable and will take everything you hold dear.

She would use whatever resources and money she had left to destroy him. At this moment, Na-Ra didn't care if she'd go down with him.

This isn't over.

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