"I'm on my way." Mia reads a text message.

"Who?" Rachel asks as she walks out of the bathroom.

The two are currently in a hotel being guarded by Jehan's men outside their room. Hopefully, no reporter reaches them. Mia's face has been exposed to the public.

"Jehan." Mia answered.

Rachel's brows furrowed as she dries her hair with a towel, "Isn't he in Singapore?"

"I guess he saw the articles already and decided to fly back." She shrugs her shoulders.

"Wow. It's giving knight in shining armor moment." Rachel chuckled.

Mia looked at her phone screen and sighed, "I'm having a bad feeling about this."

Airport, 2:17am.
[A/N: Trigger Warning ⚠️]

"Where to, Boss?" A guard asked Jehan as soon as he entered the car, after just arriving from the airport.

"To Natalie's house. I wanna meet my precious ex fiancee." He answered.

The guard knew something was up but did not bother to ask about it anymore and lead the way to Natalie's place.

After a few minutes, they arrived in a white big house with florescent lights illuminating from the windows.

Jehan stepped out of the car and the guard was about to follow him inside when he stopped him.

"Stay here and wait for the others." Jehan said.

The guard nodded, "Yes, Boss."

Jehan started walking towards the entrance but stopped and turned around to face the guard again.

"Tell the others to prepare for clean up when they arrive." He said, with an authoritative yet low voice.

The guard's eyes slightly widened. A chill ran up his spine. He was a bit stunned but bowed to his boss and watched as Jehan opened the entrance door, entering Natalie's house.

Jehan's black Versace leather shoes echoed inside with every step he takes. He walks up the stairs and finds Natalie smoking her cigarette while drinking wine.

Obviously, celebrating a victory from a game that is yet to be finished.

Natalie noticed his presence. She did not look too surprised, making Jehan smirk.

Natalie stood up from her white sofa, "You got here earlier than I expected. So... have you made up your mind?"

He looked at her and put his hands inside his pockets, "Yeah."

Natalie smiled, "See? You came running back here the moment that girl got exposed. I knew she was some toy you'll get tired of anyway. Where is she? Did she finally leave you?"

"She's alright. I guess." Jehan boringly answered.

"By the way, your mother wants the wedding to happen in 2 days now. Don't disappear again, alright?" Natalie said.

He scoffed, "What?"

Natalie puts her wine down and walks towards him. She wraps her hands around his shoulders and hugs Jehan. Her fingernails digging on his scalp as her hands enveloped the back of his head.

Jehan did not move.

"Don't mess this up, this time. I love you." She whispered.

She pulls away from the hug but her hands never left his nape and pulled him closer to his face.

"If you agree to marry me, I'm never going to touch that girl again..." She said.

Jehan's eyes met hers. Suddenly, his hands grabs her waist and kissed Natalie fervently. It was sloppy and forceful. He pins her on the wall and starts spreading kisses all over her neck.

Natalie did not hesitate to moan as her limbs tried their best to cling on to him.

Jehan suddenly stopped and buried his face on Natalie's neck.

"Don't stop." Natalie begged and pulled Jehan closer to her as if she was not clinging to him like an octopus.

Natalie's brows furrowed when Jehan started laughing on her shoulders. She slowly pulls away and sees Jehan's face laughing.

"What's so funny?!" Natalie asked irritatingly.

Jehan sighed and looked up at the ceiling to gather the remaining patience he have left.

"Natalie." Their eyes meet.

And just with his gaze, Natalie took a  step back. Her instint is telling her something is about to happen.

"If sex is all I want from women, I could easily do you all night long for as long as you want." He said.

He grabs something behind his clothes, "But I don't see you like that."

Natalie backs away, "W-What are you doing...? Stay back! I'm going to call the cops!"

Jehan pulls out the gun from behind, not pointing it on her and started walking towards her, "You know why I can't marry you? Let's start with the most obvious one. You're not my type."

"I said stay back!" Natalie slowly backs away as Jehan started moving towards him, not caring whatever word she keeps on saying.

"You're an inconvenience. You're the same age as my father's wife. Smells like her. Almost looks like her. What else, hmmm... Oh! You suck in bed. I can't get hard when you're so stiff and fucking unattractive even with your body naked." He said.

Natalie is on the verge of tears. She tripped on a lamp stand and fell on the floor.

Jehan watched as tears stream down her face. He crouched down at her level and laughed.

"Why are you crying? Isn't this what you want from me? An answer?" Jehan said, wiping her tears while holding the gun in his hand.

She was feeling all sorts of things but mostly fear, torment, and confusion as her lips could not utter a single word.

"I heard you slapped Mia three times." Jehan's voice turned cold.

Natalie refused to talk and continued to let her tears speak for her.

"In that case, pick three parts of your body you want to save. And the ones you don't pick get shot." He said with an expression so innocent.

Natalie's eyes widened and suddenly begged on her knees, "No, please! I was wrong! Spare me, Jehan! I beg you! Please!"

"Pick now. Or do you want me to pick for you? I certainly will never pick the head if you give me the choice." Jehan stood up and looked down on Natalie clinging to him on her knees.

Begging and refusing to cooperate, Natalie starts rubbing her palms together and bowed on the floor. Her make up is messed up and her crying voice is echoing around the house.

"PLEASE! JEHAN! I BEG YOU! I WON'T DO IT AGAIN! I PROMISE!" Natalie cries.

Jehan smirked, "If I begged like this just to keep Mia around, you will still kick her out. I know."

"Is he really going to shoot me?! Just for that girl?!" Natalie thought.

"I won't touch her ever again! I will leave you too alone! I promise!" She continues to beg him.

"You must be misunderstanding something. I'm not doing this for Mia alone. I planned to get rid of you a long time ago. I just got busy and did not have the time. Plus, I told you not to touch her and I warned you twice. Your stubborn little head just couldn't keep your hands to yourself." Jehan explained.

She shakes her head and continued to beg.

"Now if you want me to spare you, pick three." He says, almost impatiently.

Natalie's eyes widened, "No. No. Please, Jehan! Forgive me! I'm so sorry! I won't do it again! I won't do it again! I won't do it again! I swear! Please, Jehan!"

Jehan clenched his jaw and heaved a deep sigh as her cries continued to push his remaining limit.

"Please! I'm sorry! I'll leave this country! I'll leave! I won't come back! Just spare me! I beg you! I promise I'll—"

The guards waiting outside the house flinched as they heard three gunshots.

Silence.

The five cars and eight men waiting outside quietly wait for the door to open.

As soon as it did, Jehan walked out of the house with a hand in his pocket and a cigarette on the other.

One of his guards approached him, "Boss."

"Upstairs living room. Clean it up." He said.

His guards followed and entered the house.

Jehan pulled out his phone and called Mia. A few rings were heard and she finally answered.

"Go back home to the villa. Wait for me."