𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝑴𝑬

𝑰𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍

   No one's POV
 Bright and Kim sat in the quiet room, their hearts heavy as they held Grace's hands, cherishing every moment. The weight of the doctor's words lingered in their minds, reinforcing their decision to distance themselves from her until they could extricate themselves from the perilous world of the mafia.

After a few moments, it was Kim who broke the silence. He reluctantly released Grace's hand and stood up, his expression pained but resolute. Bright, however, remained, gripping her hand tightly as if afraid to let go.

"Little tigress, I have to go," Kim whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You brought me back to life these past few days, but for your own good, I have to leave. Bye, my little tigress." He glanced at her one last time, the weight of unspoken feelings evident in his gaze, before he walked out of the room, leaving a void behind.

Bright continued to hold Grace's hand, his heart aching with the love and warmth she brought into his life. He gently caressed her cheek, his thumb brushing over her soft skin. "Princess, you're one of the most amazing people I've ever known. Your beautiful smile could light up this entire town, and I can't wait to see it again."

His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, vulnerability seeping through. "I promise I'll come back, clean from this dirty world I dragged you into. I'll miss your voice, your laughter, everything about you. But please, just wait for me."

With a tender kiss on her forehead, he held her gaze for a few more precious seconds, memorizing every detail of her face before reluctantly stepping away. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the room filled with the silence of unfulfilled promises and the hope of a brighter future.

   Bright's POV
   I walked briskly toward my car, my mind racing as I dialed Grace's parents' number. The weight of what I was about to do pressed heavily on my chest. "Mr. and Mrs. Park, your daughter is at XXX hospital. Please come as soon as you can," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. Before they could respond, I ended the call, a surge of resolve pushing me forward.

As I reached my car, my bodyguard opened the door for me. "Drive me to the airport now!" I ordered, urgency spilling into my voice. I didn't have any of my belongings,no clothes, no plans, just a desperate need to protect Grace and my brother from the dangers that surrounded us.

I knew that as long as I remained in this city, I was a threat to them. The mafia world was ruthless, and I was at the center of it all as the Mafia King. My decision was clear: I had to get away, at least for a while. I needed to go to Paris, deal with the tangled mess of my life, and find a way to extricate myself from this hellhole.

It wouldn't be easy. I understood that. But as the engine roared to life and the city began to fade in the rearview mirror, I felt a flicker of hope. I would do whatever it took to protect Grace and ensure that when the time came, I could return to her as a different man,a man worthy of her love.

   Kim's POV
  race was everything to me, and the last thing I ever wanted was to put her life in danger. After I killed my father, a move I never anticipated, I found myself reluctantly taking over his empire. I hadn't asked for this power, but it was thrust upon me. My gang had quickly become one of the most powerful in the USA, though it would never match Bright's. I knew that navigating this world would take hard work and time, but I was determined to leave it behind for good.

Bright and I had come to an agreement: we needed to exit the mafia life, each in our own way. For Bright, that meant leaving the country entirely, creating a safe distance between himself and the chaos. For me, staying here felt right, but I had to maintain my distance from Grace. It was a bittersweet decision,staying close enough to protect her but far enough to ensure she was safe from the fallout of my life.

   
   Grace's POV
  The moment I opened my eyes, the familiar warmth of my mother's presence filled the room, and a wave of relief washed over me. But as I looked around, my heart sank. Bright wasn't there. He was the one I had longed to see, the one I wanted by my side through it all. The emptiness in my chest grew heavier. Where was he?

My parents bombarded me with questions about what had happened. I felt the weight of the truth pressing down on me,the truth that I had fallen in love with a criminal. It was a love that had brought me both joy and heartache, and I couldn't bear to share that with them. So I crafted a story, one that felt safer to tell: "Someone kidnapped me to make me their maid." To my surprise, they believed me. Their worry transformed into relief, and they stopped pressing for details.

As the days passed in the hospital, I tried to focus on healing, but my mind kept drifting back to Bright. I wondered what he was doing, if he was safe, if he even thought about me anymore. The longing to see him never faded, and when the day finally came for me to leave the hospital, I felt a mixture of excitement and dread.

Now, sitting in the backseat of the car with my two brothers, the weight of reality settled in. My father was driving, my mother beside him, and the anticipation of returning home filled the air. Yet, as we drove through the familiar streets, I realized I wasn't excited at all. I missed my family, yes, but it was Bright I truly missed. The thought of being home without him felt incomplete.

I gazed out the window, watching the world pass by, each familiar sight a reminder of the moments we had shared. The laughter, the late-night talks, the way he made me feel safe even amidst chaos. The ache in my heart deepened as I wished I could turn back time, to hold onto those moments a little longer.

As we approached our home, I felt a pang of longing. I was grateful to be back with my family, but part of me was still with Bright, waiting for the day we could be together again. I knew I had to figure out how to bridge the gap between our worlds, to reconcile my love for him with the life my parents wanted for me. But for now, I would focus on healing, hoping that somehow, we would find our way back to each other.

    Bright's POV
   I'm in my private jet to fly to Paris,I was looking through the window and all my mind was picturing were my old memories with Grace. In the other hand, there were also my little two precious brothers but to assure their security, staying away from them was the only way.
   
After some hours in the jet, I finally get to Paris, a car was already there waiting for me. I got inside the car "Drive me to my mansion" I also had a house in Paris so I can make myself comfortable when I'm here, I was looking through the window in the way to my mansion as I remembered the first day I ket Grace, I chuckled softly and leaned my head against the window frame and without even noticing it, tears fell on my cheeks, I knew the girl I love like a crazy, like a desperate man, like a fool, with all of my heart, body and soul thinks I LEFT HER

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