An abandoned warehouse! A place devoid of people! Only the three of them are running...
A fierce chase is currently underway. One of them was an enemy trying to escape them after he and his group infiltrated his area, attempting to detonate it to get rid of them!!!
But he was unaware of the military officers' sense of the approaching danger. They had captured four members of his group, and now he was trying to escape the clutches of their leader and his assistant.
"There!"
Soldier Mark shouted, chasing the young man who was about to exit the back door of the building. The leader stood panting loudly, then calmly extended his right hand to his right waist and pulled out his weapon.
He looked at the running man coldly, pulled out the reload, and then calmly raised his hand, placing his index finger on the trigger. His left hand under his right, bending his arm slightly to aim.
He took a deep breath and carefully pulled the trigger back, preparing the bullet to fire. It quickly exited the weapon and pierced the young man's foot with incredible speed. The young man's screams of pain were all that could be heard in this building. Mark stood panting, placing both hands on his knees, looking toward his boss, who stepped forward with dignity toward the man clutching his foot in intense pain.
He stood in front of him, playing with his weapon with his right hand and placing his left hand on his waist. He squatted in front of him, his face bearing nothing but coldness.
"Who are you? And who sent you to my area?"
His sharp eyes rivaled the sharpness of his words, but the young man said nothing, only biting his lips in pain as his eyes welled up.
The corners of the lieutenant's lips twitched when he didn't receive an answer that would justify his actions. He stood up calmly, returned his weapon to his waist, and then pointed to Mark with his eyes toward the one in pain.
Mark quickly bent down and walked over to the young man, removing his handcuffs. He turned him onto his stomach, clasping his hands together, and placed the handcuffs on them.
The lieutenant watched the young man with complete indifference. This wasn't the first or last young man to attempt an attack on them.
"Sir!? sir, can you hear me?"
The sound of the walkie-talkie made him look away, taking him by the waist and answering calmly.
"I hear you."
"You have two minutes to be in front of me now, Lieutenant Jeon."
He stood up straight as soon as he heard his superior's serious and stern tone, then spoke seriously.
"Okay, sir."
He sighed, grabbing the young man's arm even though Mark was holding him, but he had to hurry.
As soon as he left the building, he found a military vehicle in front of him and another soldier standing upright, saluting him.
He opened the vehicle door and sat quietly. In the back were Mark and the young man, who had bled profusely and lost consciousness.
The vehicle drove back toward the camp, silence the norm. Their superior was absent-minded, and none of them dared to say a word that would upset him.
A charming smile, eyes that rivaled the color of ash,
His dark brown hair, which, as soon as he saw it, shimmered in the sunlight.
Her musky scent, which he hadn't smelled in six months, was on the verge of losing his mind.
Her beauty!! What a beauty that captivated his heart before his eyes! Her tanned, wheat-colored skin, which he fell deeply in love with, imagining its soft touch and longing to touch it intensely.
All the way, he was thinking only of her, to the point that he didn't even notice Mark calling him several times, but he didn't hear him.
"Sir!?" Mr. Jeon?"
He placed his hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly until Lieutenant Jeon slowly opened his eyes, emerging from his fantasy world and returning to reality.
He exhaled heavily, then got out of the car, heading for his superior's tent. He cast a quick glance at the prisoners, who were his superior's special forces interrogating them.
He entered the tent with dignity, saluting them with respect.
"Sir."
He turned to the side, widening his eyes at the person standing there, raising his eyebrows at him. He raised his eyebrows as well, but the boss, Min Han-yeon, hit them, causing them to quickly look ahead.
"Are we in a school here?" Keep your distance!
"Sorry, sir."
The president sighed, clasping his hands together on the table, looking at them seriously, and uttering his words.
"Lieutenant, you have two months of leave!"
A wide smile spread across his lips, but it fell as he continued in a mysterious tone.
"You'll first go to Asan Province. This paper has all the details that will help you understand what's happening. Then you'll head to Dubai, where your vacation will be, right?"
He handed him a paper, which he took from him, reading its contents. His brow furrowed at what he was reading, but he simply sighed and nodded respectfully.
"Sergeant Seo Woo-jin, your assignment will also be in Dubai. There are three Koreans who are trafficking in contraband and heavy explosives, smuggling them out of the country on ships from the Gulf port."
"I want them in front of me alive, Sergeant."
His serious gaze fell on the sergeant's body, who nodded respectfully. He leaned back and continued.
"The plane is waiting for you outside. You have two months. Is that clear?"
They placed their right hands next to their heads and spoke in a firm tone.
"Understood, sir."
They left the tent. Lieutenant Jeon exhaled heavily, staring blankly at the paper in his hand. He didn't emerge until Sergeant Woojin placed his hand on his shoulder and said calmly.
"Is something wrong, Lieutenant?"
He licked his lips, suppressing his anger, then looked up at his friend and whispered with extreme hatred.
"I'm in trouble, you damned thing!"
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On a yacht, there's upbeat music, dancing, and madness. The 26-year-old is experiencing extreme pleasure in her dark, slightly revealing olive dress, not to mention her exciting dancing.
"Kristen."
The owner of the charming smile turned around, casting her eyes towards the girls who were taking countless pictures of her in various poses.
"You look stunning, Kristen. I wonder what's behind that smile?"
Her friend Mira winked at her, leaning against the yacht's wall, watching the clear sky and the beauty of this wonderful atmosphere with a smile she couldn't hide.
"He'll be back tomorrow evening".
She placed her left hand on her cheek, sighing with intense longing for the one who stole her heart and left.
"How did you know he'd be back tomorrow?!"
Mira asked her, sipping a little of her juice.
"When you get married, you must have a bird that brings you everything that concerns your husband."
She played with her eyebrows, winking at her in amusement. She looked at her. Almost everyone on the yacht was a girl, so it was okay to do something crazy!
She moved away from the wall and took off her olive dress, causing Mira to widen her eyes in shock and scream.
"What are you doing, crazy girl? Stripping off in front of all of Dubai!!"
Kristen laughed uproariously as the girls quickly gathered around her due to Mira's screams.
"My name wouldn't be Kristen if I didn't do something crazy. You know, my dear husband isn't here to control me!!"
She said, still laughing, before jumping off the yacht in her olive underwear that barely concealed her private parts.
She submerged herself in the water, feeling extremely refreshed before hearing Mira's sobbing screams from above.
"Jungkook will kill us if he finds out what you're doing right now. Damn you and your madness, Kristen!!"
She didn't care about what she said and continued swimming with great pleasure, especially since the water was cold, and that was what she liked most, when the water gently caressed her naked body.
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Time passed, and now they were sitting in a restaurant, eating lunch.
"You didn't tell me how you knew my brother was coming tomorrow!?"
Kristen sighed at Mira's insistence and curiosity about how her sister-in-law knew when he would be returning.
"Sergeant Seo Woojin is the one who always tells me when he'll be arriving. As you know, he's his best friend."
"That means Woojin is coming with him!"
Mira's scream made everyone in the restaurant turn to look at her. She quickly covered her mouth when Kristen glared at her, smiling nervously.
"Sorry."
She ignored her, taking her own piece of string, placing it in her mouth, and chewing slowly while listening to the other's grumbling.
"That bastard, whenever I try to get close to him, he takes a hundred steps back. Is he that intolerant of me?"
"But because you're his friend's sister, and he definitely doesn't want to lose him! You know they're really like brothers, not just friends! "
Mira frowned in frustration, cursing them in a low voice so that Krissen wouldn't kill her, having repeatedly warned her not to curse in front of her.
"What are you going to do tomorrow?"
She stopped sipping her wine, just realizing she hadn't planned anything to surprise her husband, who in turn wouldn't skimp on his gift!
"I didn't think of that! How about an intimate night? The bastard hasn't touched me in six months! "
Kristen frowned, gulping down the glass in one gulp, her features wrinkled at the tangy taste she so enjoyed.
"Let's finish and go shopping. We need to buy lots of sexy, revealing lingerie and nightgowns for you. My dear brother was definitely using his hands to relieve himself."
The woman in front of her widened her eyes in astonishment at the rudeness of her sister-in-law, who had passed the danger stage.
"Do you really wonder if your mother didn't have enough time to raise you, or did she let you go astray with your rudeness?"
"Mira smiled arrogantly, pushing back her blonde locks and proudly saying, "My sister-in-law, no matter how much she disciplines you, you must be confident that someone with a brother like Jeon Jungkook, especially with his manly moans every night, would like to be rude."
"You convinced me, girl."
Kristen laughed at Mira's praise of her brother Jungkook, and she was right. His wife could testify. Her brother possessed enough rudeness to make them both extremely perverted.
"Come on, we don't have time. We have to do everything today. We don't know if he'll come tomorrow morning, why not?"
The gray-eyed woman agreed with her friend, and she was definitely the one paying for the food, since damned Mira cherished her money.
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She enters her house exhausted and immediately throws herself onto the couch while Mira places more than fifty bags on the floor next to her, then throws herself onto the couch next to her.
"Damn you, Mira, you've been driving us for more than five hours without a break, as if it were your husband who'd come, not mine."
"Don't forget that the one coming is also my brother. And for God's sake, Chris.
"All of these things are for your husband, who definitely misses you and longs to spend a night with you after six months apart. It's so good that he calls you every now and then. How I hate his job."
Kristen sits up, sighing sadly, longing welling in her eyes whenever she remembers her husband and how long he's been away from her for so long.
She truly appreciates his work and his intense love for it, and always overlooks the fact that he has to go to work, which could last a lifetime without seeing her.
She was making concessions to him, just as he was making concessions to her. She made concessions to many things that concerned her, and you must be very patient until you know everything that concerns them.
"What did you get lost in?" She looked at her with a smile that denied nothing. She was also truly grateful to have Mira with her. Whenever her husband traveled, she would come and spend the time with her.
She even transferred from his university in Korea to Dubai. All this because Kristen refused to go to Korea, and her family was always having problems with them.
"Shall we begin?" Mira asked, getting up energetically as if she had mustered all her enthusiasm to decorate this house with love.
"Let's go."
Kristen got up as well, sharing her enthusiasm. She started cleaning the house, decorating it with flowers and placing candles on its side, and then moved to the bedroom, where she even arranged the new clothes she had bought.
Everything was perfect, the only thing missing was the owner of this house, who was definitely preparing a special surprise for her.
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"Tell me honestly why I should remember what I did so madly now?" The thirty-year-old spoke in a desperate tone, sipping from his whiskey, his gaze dulled by the large amount he had just consumed.
"I regret to say that you are a damned, immoral, and ill-mannered person, my friend."
Woojin smiled broadly as he cursed the drunken alum in front of him, who was nearly crying from the predicament he had gotten himself into.
"Since you're my dear friend, why don't you help me?"
"Because I'm not stupid like you!"
With the same smile, Woojin spoke, making Jungkook almost angry with his coldness.
"Give me a way to help me, you b*tch, so I can marry another wife."
"Watching the series The Fourth Wife will help you a lot because your situation is hopeless, my friend."
Jungkook gripped his glass tightly, gulping it down angrily, truly considering doing what his friend had said. Yes, he was going to watch this series.
"Get me this series quickly. I need to figure out how to control the situation before World War 5 breaks out."
Time passed, and he was actually watching the series. Given that he lives in Dubai with his wife, he'd learned Arabic from her because every time they argued, she'd insult him in that language he didn't understand.
"Damn me, damn me, I'm really in trouble... Is Kristen going to do this to the other one? But wait, she still doesn't know I'm married!!!"
He was already biting his nails nervously as he watched Anhar and Samiha beat the third wife to death, while their husband, Hajj Fawaz, tried to keep them away from her.
"May God help you, my friend."
Jungkook looked at him, sobbing like a frog and preparing himself for the madness and psychological exhaustion that was coming from his two wives.
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It's now 10:00 AM...
As the sun's rays of a new day pierced the glass of this house, illuminating it and giving it a soothing view.
In the kitchen, the brown-haired woman was preparing a cup of black coffee.
She was wearing a short black dress that barely reached her mid-thigh, with a long bow around her waist. A long slit extended from her chest, revealing a little of it, and wrapped around her neck in a V-shape.
Black high heels and makeup that accentuated her features, including dark lipstick.
All this for her husband, whom her intuition told her would be here at any moment.
"Good morning."
She turned her gaze to Mira, who had just woken up, coming down with disheveled hair and pajamas that revealed more than they concealed.
"Good morning, dear. Come on, breakfast is ready."
Kristen sat quietly at the table, as did Mira, who was drowsy, prompting the woman sitting in front of her to ask her quietly.
"You didn't get enough sleep, Mira. Go upstairs and finish sleeping."
Mira denied it, still groaning, whispering hoarsely from her sleep.
"I have a lecture in an hour. I'll have breakfast and then get ready."
She hummed to her, continuing to drink coffee and browse through her secretary's messages, who had sent her important work files.
Mira finished her breakfast and went upstairs to get ready. Kristen also cleared the table and took her computer to work on, since she wouldn't be going to the office and her husband was coming.
"Take care of yourself, Mira. I don't want any trouble."
Mira kissed her firmly on the cheek and then left the house. The other smiled, turning off the lights and dimming the room. Then she took a lighter and lit the candles.
All this was because her instincts told her he was about to arrive, and she believed in them a lot.
About half an hour passed, as she was tidying up the house, adjusting her clothes, and adjusting her makeup until she heard the sound of a car stopping.
Her heartbeats were pounding because she was finally going to see her husband after six months of longing. She was as excited as she was nervous to finally see him.
She began to twirl around until she felt him open the door, so she quickly jumped onto the couch, grabbing her phone, showing that she didn't care.
The door was wide open, and sunlight quickly filtered through the house. A deep sigh escaped his lips before he slowly entered. The first thing his eyes fell on was...
His wife, sitting on the couch looking so sexy, fiddling with her phone. For a moment, he didn't even know how to blink.
He missed her madly.
He wished! He just wished she would look at him with those gray eyes that yearned for him so much, and because he wished, she had achieved what he wanted. She looked at him with eyes full of longing and passion.
She slowly got up, approaching him. With every step, her heartbeat increased, and she swore she didn't know whether she missed him more or whether there was something else going on.
The closer she got, a body appeared behind him. It was a body that made her stop and stare at him in extreme surprise. Her gaze shifted to them in confusion.
Her husband continued to lick the earring between his lips, swallowing his saliva every second until he finally decided to speak and give her his very special surprise.
"Kristen, this is Melissa, my second wife."