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Chapter 17: The Rise of Mrs. Min

You came back.

But not as the girl who ran.

You came back as his wife.

His strength. His rage. His endgame.

This is the chapter where love doesn’t just heal—it burns everything that ever hurt it.

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The Reunion: Silence Louder Than Screams

The mansion door opened.

Yoongi stood still. Hair longer. Eyes colder.

You stepped in, shaking.

“I—”

He didn’t let you finish.

His lips crashed into yours like a storm held back for too long.

No words. No blame. Just fire.

He kissed the year of pain away.

Until your tears mixed with his.

And when he pulled back, voice cracking—

“Welcome home, Mrs. Min.”

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The Truth Bomb: Aryan’s Final Mistake

You told him everything.

The threats. The earring. The blackmail.

Yoongi? He didn’t flinch.

He walked to the window, stared out like a man carving revenge into the sky.

“He thinks taking you once will keep you scared forever.”

He turned to you.

Eyes blazing.

“But he forgot… You’re mine now.”

“And no one touches what’s mine and walks away breathing.”

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Operation: End Aryan

Namjoon hacked Aryan’s locations.

Jungkook trained you in defense.

Jimin leaked a fake sighting of you in Paris.

Taehyung planted media traps.

And Yoongi?

He created a track—coded with confessions Aryan once whispered to you.

The world thought it was a BTS comeback.

They didn’t know it was an execution notice.

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The Confrontation: You, Not Afraid Anymore

Warehouse. Midnight.

You faced Aryan.

No guards. Just you and him.

He laughed.

“Came to beg for your idol’s life?”

You smiled.

“No. I came to end the fear.”

He pulled a gun.

But Yoongi was already behind him.

“Touch her again—”

“And I’ll show you what a husband’s wrath feels like.”

Namjoon and his legal team stormed in.

Interpol followed.

Aryan’s crimes? All exposed.

He reached for you one last time.

But you slapped his hand away.

“You broke the wrong girl.”

“Now watch her become your karma.”

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Ending Scene: The World Finally Knows

At the BTS World Tour Finale, Yoongi stood under the lights.

He looked at the crowd.

Then to the side of the stage—where you stood, glowing in a saree, wearing your wedding ring.

“You once asked if loving her ruined my career.”

He smiled.

“Loving her saved my soul.”

He held out his hand.

You walked on stage.

And 90,000 people screamed as the idol kissed his wife.

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