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( ⚠ This chapter contains sexual and violence scene)
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The tension in the room was palpable. Yoongi's office, usually a picture of immaculate order and calm, was now a scene of chaos. The loud shattering of expensive items had ceased, leaving a heavy silence that seemed to press down on everyone present.

The right-hand man and assistant, trembling with fear, kept his eyes fixed on the floor. The weight of his boss's glare felt like a physical force. "We... we couldn't find anything, sir," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. The man's hands shook as he clutched a folder, its contents long forgotten.

Yoongi's dark eyes burned with rage. The silence that followed was deafening, filled only by the sporadic sounds of shattering glass and wood. The room was littered with the remnants of what had once been expensive office furnishings, now destroyed in Yoongi's fit of frustration.

The assistant's heart pounded in his chest. He dared not look up as Yoongi's deep, hoarse voice broke through the silence. "Just one fucking girl, and you can't even find her?" Yoongi screamed, his voice echoing off the walls with an intensity that made everyone flinch.

The room was charged with fear. The men present, who had previously been confident in their tasks, now looked like frightened children. They swallowed hard, their eyes glued to the floor, knowing that Yoongi's wrath was not something to be taken lightly.

Yoongi's fury only intensified. "Get the fuck out!" he bellowed, his voice like a whip cracking through the room.

The assistant and the others scrambled to leave, their footsteps hurried and chaotic. As the door slammed shut behind them, Yoongi sank into his chair, his large frame collapsing against the leather. He leaned back, closing his eyes momentarily, feeling the weight of exhaustion and frustration pressing down on him.

Tick tock Tick tock.

The relentless ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to mock him, amplifying the silence that now enveloped him. Yoongi's face was pale, his usually calm demeanor replaced with visible signs of stress. His thick brows furrowed in frustration, and he rubbed his temples as if trying to chase away the headache that was threatening to overwhelm him.

The need for an adrenaline rush, a way to channel his frustration, became overwhelming. Yoongi loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt. His movements were sharp and deliberate, a testament to his agitation.

With a deep sigh, Yoongi reached for a cigarette, lighting it with a practiced flick. He walked over to the large glass window, the city lights outside a stark contrast to the storm raging inside him. He inhaled deeply, the smoke curling up into the air, but even after finishing his sixth cigarette, his nerves remained frayed.

The need for control, for release, drove him to pick up his phone. "Cabin. Now," he barked into the receiver, his tone brooking no argument.

Minutes later, the door to his office creaked open, and an elegantly dressed woman stepped inside. Before she could even register what was happening, Yoongi had slammed her against the wall. The force of the impact made her cry out in pain as her head collided with the wall, her face pressed into the surface.

Yoongi's grip on her nape was ironclad, rendering her unable to move or breathe properly. His voice, dark and menacing, cut through the air. "Hands on the wall," he commanded.

The woman shivered, her body tensing under his touch. Despite her experience, she had never quite gotten used to Yoongi's dominance. But she had signed the contract, understanding the rules that governed their encounters: no touching, no kissing, no sounds, no oral, no words exchanged, no sex on the bed, and no strings attached.

Yoongi's thrusts were powerful, relentless. Each movement was calculated, driven by a need to dominate and control. The woman's attempts to stifle her reactions were futile: her moans and whimpers escaped despite her efforts, the pleasure mingling with pain in a way that only Yoongi could achieve.

The raw intensity of their encounter was a manifestation of Yoongi's complex psyche. For him, sex was not about connection or intimacy but about exerting control and releasing pent-up frustration. The contract's rules were his way of maintaining power and ensuring that the interactions remained strictly transactional.

With a final, harsh thrust, Yoongi reached his climax. He groaned loudly, the sound echoing off the walls as he released into the condom. His breath came in ragged gasps as he collapsed onto the couch, his body spent.

"Get out," Yoongi ordered flatly, his voice devoid of emotion.

The woman, wincing in pain, gathered herself and limped towards the door, not daring to look at Yoongi's figure as she left. He dressed quickly, the mechanical efficiency of his movements contrasting sharply with the violence of the earlier moments.

As the door closed behind the woman, Yoongi stood in the middle of the room, his mind still replaying the earlier conversation with his parents. "That's why I didn't want to come to Korea," he muttered to himself, his frustration palpable. "They're always pushing marriage."

Yoongi despised the concept of marriage, viewing it as a betrayal a sentiment borne from past experiences that had left deep scars. To him, marriage was a symbol of deceit, whether through love or obligation. The pain from his past had left him wary, unwilling to open himself up to such vulnerabilities again.

He slammed his fist against the table, the sound resonating through the room. "Ugh... I need to release my stress," he growled, his voice a mix of frustration and exhaustion.

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Yoongi's fury was a storm unleashed. The warehouse, usually a silent repository of goods, now echoed with the sounds of violence and anguish. He had stormed in, his rage palpable and unstoppable, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

He landed a powerful fist into the face of a man standing in his way. The man staggered, his body slamming into a stack of crates, knocking them over. "Please," he whimpered, his eyes wide with fear. "Don't..."

Yoongi's gaze was like ice, his expression devoid of empathy. "You think begging will save you?" he growled, his voice dripping with menace.

The other men in the warehouse watched in abject terror, their eyes darting from the scene of violence to each other. They were well aware of Yoongi's reputation-the devil himself, a name whispered with dread.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:Yoongi's anger was fueled by more than just the moment. His parents had unearthed painful memories, stoking the fires of his rage. He was a man on the edge, driven by a need to vent his frustration in the most brutal ways.

He moved toward the man who had fallen among the crates, his expression a mask of cold rage. Grabbing the man's neck with a grip of iron, he lifted him off the ground, his strength a terrifying display of power. "You think you can escape my wrath?" Yoongi's voice was a low, dangerous growl. The man's eyes bulged with fear as he struggled against the crushing grip.

Yoongi threw him down onto the floor with brutal force, the man landing hard on the concrete. He scrambled backward, his hands scraping against the rough surface, leaving bloodied streaks. "Please, I beg you!" he cried out, his voice trembling with desperation.

Yoongi's satisfaction was palpable. He relished the fear, the power he wielded so effortlessly. "You think you can beg for mercy now?" he taunted, his dark eyes flashing with sadistic pleasure. "You're nothing but a worm beneath my boot."

He reached for a knife, his movements precise and controlled. "Let's see how you handle this." He drove the knife into the man's thigh with a sickening thud. The man's scream was visceral, his body convulsing in pain.

Before the man could even react, Yoongi threw another knife into his other thigh. The man writhed in agony, his cries echoing through the empty warehouse. "Please, stop!" he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper amidst his sobs. "I'll do anything-"

Yoongi's face was a mask of cold detachment. "Anything?" he echoed, his voice dripping with contempt. "There's nothing you can offer me now Your time is up."

The wounded man was now a picture of despair. His attempts to beg were futile: the pain rendered him almost mute. His eyes, wide with terror, searched Yoongi's face for any hint of mercy, but there was none to be found.

Yoongi pulled out his gun, the cold metal gleaming under the warehouse lights. He cocked it with a deliberate motion, his gaze never leaving the man's terrified eyes. "This is it," he said softly, his voice carrying a chilling finality. "Your end is here."

The man's breath hitched as Yoongi's finger rested on the trigger. "No... no, please..." The words were garbled, choked by fear and pain.

Yoongi's finger squeezed the trigger, and the shot rang out with a sharp crack. The bullet found its mark between the man's eyes, and he fell lifelessly to the ground.

Yoongi stood over the corpse, his expression unchanging. He kicked the man's dead body with a final, contemptuous shove. The blood spattered on his face, staining his features. He wiped his face with a cold indifference.

He turned to a guard who had been standing by, his head bowed in fear. "Clean this mess up." Yoongi ordered, his tone brooking no argument. "Dump the bodies and make sure no one sees this."

The guard nodded, his hands trembling as he moved to obey. Yoongi pulled a white handkerchief from the guard's coat pocket, using it to wipe his face clean of blood. He then meticulously cleaned his gun, his movements precise and deliberate.

With a final, disdainful glance at the scene, Yoongi stepped outside, the cool night air contrasting sharply with the heat of his anger. He lit a cigarette, the flare of the match briefly illuminating his face.

He stared out at the cityscape, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "You will pay, Yumi," he muttered through clenched teeth. "For everything. You will pay." The promise was a dark, vengeful whisper carried away by the wind, a reflection of the deep-seated rage that consumed him.

･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

𝚃𝚘 𝙱𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎...

I am giving you guys warning that this story is based on villains perspective.

Both male and female leads are villans here. The theme of this story is too dark. So if you'r comfortable then only read this book.

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