CRAZY OVER YOU

“She was his weakness. He was her salvation. Until love became the ultimate weapon.” Queenie Vale spent her life being shattered—emotionally bruised and silenced under the cruel thumb of her wicked stepmother and vindictive stepsister. But when Jimin Devereaux, a cold, dangerously alluring billionaire with a heart frozen by betrayal, offers her a deal—to help her destroy the family that tried to erase her—Queenie finally sees a way to reclaim her power. Jimin doesn’t do love. Not anymore. But there’s something about Queenie’s quiet fire, the way she wears her pain like a crown, that draws him in. She was meant to be a pawn in his calculated game—until she becomes the only thing he can’t afford to lose. But love was never supposed to be part of the plan. When Queenie discovers she was just a piece on his chessboard, she vanishes—only to realize she’s carrying his child. A year later, she returns, not as the fragile girl they discarded, but as a woman reborn—untouchable, unstoppable, and ready to burn everything that ever hurt her. What she doesn’t know is… Jimin Devereaux is waiting. And this time, he’s the one who wants revenge. In a war where love is laced with lies, and revenge tastes sweeter with every kiss, Crazy Over You: It's You I Want asks one searing question: How do you heal… when the one who broke you still owns your heart?

Chapters

Chapter 5

The front door slammed so hard it shook the whole house. Celeste threw her bag across the couch and glared at everyone in the room.

"God, it was all your fault!" she yelled, pointing at Ronnie.

Ronnie jumped up from his chair. "My fault? You wouldn't stop talking! That's why I got distracted!"

"Can you two shut up already?" K.D said from the corner, rubbing his head. "I'm getting a headache."

Celeste rolled her eyes. "It's Ronnie's fault."

"My fault? You're always—"

The room went quiet. Someone was coming down the stairs.

Jimin.

He looked different. Black shirt, jeans, but there was something else about him. Everyone stared.

"What's going on?" he asked. His voice was calm, but not the good kind of calm.

Celeste forgot she was mad and ran to hug him. "I missed you so much," she said, holding him tight.

Jimin almost smiled. "It was just a month."

"Doesn't matter," she said, looking up at him.

"I missed you too," he said, and meant it.

Ronnie stepped forward. "I heard what happened. You okay?"

Jimin's smile got weird. "What do you think?"

"I thought you'd be locked in your room crying," Ronnie said. "But you look... fine."

Jimin straightened up. "I've got everything any woman could want. Why would I cry over her? She's in the past now."

Nobody said anything.

Holland cleared his throat. "We should go. I have a shoot."

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**Starlight Modeling**

The backstage was buzzing with energy. Jimin stood looking at himself in the mirror, checking his white polo shirt.

Holland came over. "Are you nervous?"

"Why would I be nervous? This isn't my first shoot," Jimin said, but his voice sounded different than usual.

"I know, but this one's different. Everyone's talking about you."

Jimin smiled. "Good. Let them talk. The old me is dead. This new me can do anything."

Holland nodded. "You're amazing."

"I can't wait to see their faces," Jimin said.

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The Runway

The other models were lined up, whispering to each other:

"Is that really Jimin?" "He never did a 'Hottest Male Idol' competition before." "Too pretty. Not tough enough."

Then Jimin walked in. White baggy jeans, fitted polo, matching jacket. He looked incredible.

Everyone went quiet. The male models tried to get his attention. The female models stared.

Elara couldn't breathe. She'd never seen him look like this before.

Aldrin clenched his fists. How dare his half-brother look better than him?

Holland stood watching with a grin.

The director leaned forward. "Oh my god, Jimin... your transformation is incredible."

Jimin nodded once. "Thank you. Let's work."

He looked at Elara for a second, then turned away like she wasn't worth his time.

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An Hour Later

The backstage felt empty after all the cameras and flashing lights. Jimin looked cool and untouchable.

Celeste ran over. "Jimin, you were amazing! Please marry me," she said, half-joking.

Jimin leaned against a wardrobe, arms crossed. "When would our wedding be?" he asked, playing along.

"Tomorrow if you weren't my brother! God, you look so handsome," she said.

"You're crazy, Celeste," Jimin said, almost smiling.

"Give me a few minutes to get my stuff and we'll go," she said.

Jimin nodded and walked away. He pulled out his phone. The internet was going crazy - his photos were everywhere. Likes, shares, comments. All going up.

"Babe," Elara called from behind him.

He didn't turn around.

She stepped in front of him. "What do you want?" he asked.

"Jimin, I know what I did was wrong but please listen to me. I still love you, I—"

"Why?" he cut her off.

"Why do you still love me?" he asked again, getting closer.

"Because I—"

"Enough, Lara. I don't love you. I regret ever being with you. Stay away from me."

"You can't do this. I know you still love me," she said, tears in her eyes.

Jimin grabbed her wrist. "Yes, I loved you. But that was then," he said.

"Jimin, you're hurting me."

He laughed, but it wasn't funny. "Hurting you? You don't get to use that word." He let go of her arm.

"Stay away from me," he said.

She grabbed his hand. Jimin froze.

"Remove that hand before I break it," he said quietly.

She let go fast. "Prove it to me, Jimin. I know you're just hurt, but I promise I'll be good now."

Jimin raised his voice so everyone could hear.

"Everyone listen up," he called out. All conversation stopped.

"I'm officially announcing my breakup with Elara. I'm single now, free as a bird. There's nothing between us anymore. You can publish that."

Elara stared at him, shocked.

"I warned you. I feel nothing for you," he said, then walked away.

**The Club**

The club lights flashed like a heartbeat. Queenie sat while the stylist did her hair and makeup. She stared at herself in the mirror, eyes wide and scared.

Every brush stroke reminded her she was selling herself. She wondered if she still had the right to hope.

"You're ready," the stylist said.

Queenie nodded and stood up, smoothing her dress.

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Bidding Room

She walked into the auction hall. Men in expensive suits looked at her like she was a prize.

"Ten thousand dollars!" one man shouted.

"Fifteen thousand!" another called.

Each number felt like a nail in her coffin. Queenie put her hands on her chest, trying to hold herself together. She prayed silently: Please let this end soon.

Mom, why did you leave me in this cruel life? she thought.

"Thirty thousand dollars, final!" an old man's voice boomed.

Her heart pounded. The thought of spending a night with that creepy stranger made her sick. She wanted to run but had nowhere to go.

Then a new voice cut through the noise.

"Fifty thousand," a man said calmly.

Queenie looked up. The room went quiet as a tall figure stepped forward.

The auction manager stammered, "The bidding is closed, sir—maybe you could wait for the next—"

But the man ignored him.

"One hundred thousand dollars," he said clearly. "I want her."

The first bidder got angry. "That's not possible! I bought her first!" he yelled.

Queenie's legs felt weak. Without thinking, she ran behind the stranger—Jimin—and grabbed his shirt.

"Please don't let them take me," she whispered, shaking.

Jimin smiled slightly. "I don't plan on letting you go, angel," he said softly.

The manager swallowed hard. "Sir, the previous bid stands—"

"The highest bidder gets the girl," Jimin said calmly. He took her hand and led her from the stage.

People started whispering. The first bidder yelled in anger.

He led her away.

Queenie didn't know if she'd escaped hell or walked into something worse.