Present Time — Seoul, South Korea
"I've waited two years… and I still don't know where she is." Javier's voice was low but filled with fury. "I can't bear it anymore."
"It was your fault, Javier," Jasper shot back. "She was a pure soul, and you—"
"Shut up, Jasper!" Javier's roar cut through the air like a blade. "You know how much I love my Blue Rose. How could you even think I'd cheat on her?"
Jasper's tone softened but stayed firm. "It's been two years. Do you really think Azula is still waiting for you?"
Javier's eyes burned. "She belongs to me. She's mine. I own her. I am only for her, and she is only for me. Jeon Javier knows his Blue Rose. Mrs. Jeon Azula still loves me. I'm sure she still cries—only for me." His laugh was sharp, almost unhinged.
Before Jasper could respond, Javier's phone rang. He answered, listened for a moment, then ended the call with a slow, dangerous smirk.
"I know how to get her back," he said smoothly. "So, instead of lecturing me, just help me."
Jasper frowned. "What now? You were crying like a broken man a minute ago, and now you're smirking like some smug prince."
Tehan leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "Don't blame him, Jasper. He's just a deserted soul… still craving water."
Eunhe's voice was icy. "For your sake, Mr. Jeon, I hope you find my Azula soon. Otherwise… I'll kill you myself."
"Eun—" Tehan began, but Javier interrupted.
"She's mine. I'll find her. These two years have been hell for me."
Tehan narrowed his eyes. "You've tried every source. What makes you so confident now? Do you even have a clue where she is?"
Javier's smirk deepened. "Wait and watch, Tae."
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France
"Azula, are you sure about this?" Ethan's tone was filled with concern. "If you want the job, we have no problem. But after two years in recovery—after being in a coma—are you sure you're stable enough to work?"
"I'm fine, Ethan. Don't make me feel like a burden. You've already done so much for me. I need this job."
Ethan hesitated. "Alright… but remember, everyone here knows you're my wife."
"I know," she said softly. "And thank you." She forced a smile. "Finally, I'm going back to work as a fashion designer again… even if things aren't the same."
That night, Azula went to bed early, her mind restless.
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The Next Morning
Dressed impeccably for her first day, Azula stepped into the gleaming lobby of Hong Enterprises Ltd. A young woman approached her immediately.
"Ma'am, sir is waiting for you in his cabin." She bowed politely before leaving.
Azula blinked. The CEO? She made her way to the office and knocked.
"Come in," a deep, commanding voice called from inside.
Stepping in, she saw a man seated in a leather chair, his back to her.
"Sit down, Mrs. Jeon," the voice said again.
Her blood ran cold. That name… No.
"W-what…?"
The chair turned slowly. And there he was. Jeon Javier.
Her breath caught in her throat. Her knees felt weak. Tears stung her eyes. Every instinct screamed to run into his arms—yet the memories of pain and betrayal held her frozen in place.
"What's wrong, Mrs. Jeon?" Javier's smirk was maddening.
Her voice trembled. "What are you doing here? And I am not jeon."
"Why?" His tone was almost mocking.
She swallowed hard. She need to leave. Now.
"What's wrong, love? Wondering how I found you?" His eyes bored into hers.
"I don't need to know anything about you, Mr. Jeon. And I'm not Mrs. Jeon. I am Mrs.—"
He laughed darkly. "Go on. Why stop now, baby?"
Before she could react, he was on his feet, pinning her against the wall—predator to prey.
Her eyes widened. "What the fu—"
He silenced her with his mouth. His lips crashed onto hers, forceful and unrelenting. She struggled in his grip, but his hold was iron. When he finally pulled back, she was breathless, trembling.
"Don't curse at me, baby," he said softly, almost taunting. "Those lips are made for me—only me. The word fuck? We can use that in bed… but not here." He winked.
Azula shoved him with all her strength and fled the room without looking back.
Javier watched her leave, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"I've found you, Blue Rose. Hide all you want—I'll always find you." He drew a deep breath. "Two years. Lies. Misunderstandings. And the memories we made… Now, we restart our tale of love."
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Azula's pov
I couldn't breathe.
The moment I stepped out of that cabin, my legs moved on their own, carrying me down the hallway until I found myself inside the women's restroom. My hands gripped the edge of the sink so tightly my knuckles turned white.
Why… why is he here? How? and..and its Hong Enterprises ltd. But...but he is jeon...how he is the CEO here? This questions and panic eating my mind.
Two years. Two endless, bitter years I had tried to erase him from my mind—every smile, every touch, every word. I thought the ocean between us would keep me safe. I thought the silence would finally kill whatever was left of my heart.
But one look… one sound of his voice… and everything came rushing back.
I stared at my reflection. My face was pale, my lips trembling—the same lips he had just claimed without my permission. My heart pounded like it was trying to escape my chest, and I hated myself for the way it still responded to him.
I should be angry. I am angry. Yet, deep beneath the anger, there's that dangerous pull—the one that made me fall for him in the first place.
"Stop it, Azula," I whispered to myself. "He's poison. You almost died last time."
I took a deep breath and walked out, keeping my head high. I wouldn't let him see me shaken again. Not after what he did.
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Later that day
Every step I took inside the office, I could feel him. His presence wrapped around me like invisible chains, even though I stayed far away from his cabin. It was like Javier's eyes were on me at all times, watching… waiting.
When lunch break came, Ethan called me into his office. I took a break to meet him.
"You look tense," he said, studying me carefully. "Did something happen?"
I forced a smile. "It's just the first-day nerves."
He didn't look convinced, but he didn't push further. Still, I could sense the storm brewing. Javier wouldn't just stop at a surprise appearance—he never did.
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Evening
By the time I left the building, the sky was already dimming, painted in shades of gold and deep crimson. I quickened my pace toward the street… only to see him leaning casually against a black car parked right by the exit.
Jeon Javier.
That smirk was still there—calm, confident, dangerous.
"Going somewhere, Mrs. Jeon?" His voice was smooth, like velvet laced with steel.
I froze. My instinct screamed to turn and walk away, but my feet wouldn't move.
"I'm not your wife," I said firmly, though my voice shook just slightly.
He took a slow step toward me. "You'll always be mine, Azula. Two years apart doesn't change that. And about surname it will be yours soon. Jeon Azula sounds better."
I clenched my jaw, forcing my gaze away from his. "You have no right—"
"Oh, sweetheart," he interrupted, leaning close enough for me to catch the familiar scent I hated to remember, "you gave me that right the day you said 'i love you' And you never took it back."
I swallowed hard. "Stay away from me, Javier."
His smile widened. "Not in this lifetime."
He opened the car door, his gaze locking on mine. "Get in."
I took a step back. "No."
For a moment, we stood there, the air between us electric with tension. And then, with that same unnerving calm, he whispered—
"Run, Blue Rose. Let's see how far you get this time."
To be continued...