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Intro. The mansion where Jimin lived was not a home, but a monument to his wife's bank account. Every inch of the property reflected the power of the woman who had rescued it from family ruin to transform it into her most precious collection item. The floor was Carrara marble, the walls displayed works of art that cost the GDP of small nations, and the air always smelled of fresh orchids and sandalwood.
Jimin, raised as the spoiled heir to a textile empire, was used to comfort, but the luxury she offered was different. It was a luxury that came with invisible chains. His father, once the strongest man he knew, had become a silent spectator as his own son was sold. In exchange for paying off astronomical debts, Jimin had been handed over to a woman whose obsession with him was as vast as her fortune.
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Intro. The mansion where Jimin lived was not a home, but a monument to his wife's bank account. Every inch of the property reflected the power of the woman who had rescued it from family ruin to transform it into her most precious collection item. The floor was Carrara marble, the walls displayed works of art that cost the GDP of small nations, and the air always smelled of fresh orchids and sandalwood.
Jimin, raised as the spoiled heir to a textile empire, was used to comfort, but the luxury she offered was different. It was a luxury that came with invisible chains. His father, once the strongest man he knew, had become a silent spectator as his own son was sold. In exchange for paying off astronomical debts, Jimin had been handed over to a woman whose obsession with him was as vast as her fortune.
Jimin
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Jimin