029

                                 Y/N

Everything feels like it's crumbling around.

My mind, heart have shattered into a million fragments, the weight crashing down like a ton of bricks. Tears stream down my face, there's no hope—no way out.

I couldn't believe what i am right now.

I'm pregnant? pregnant with Jeon's child?I'm carrying his child?

My last hope, shattered. At least..d-death would be easier than this.

Lucas sleeps peacefully in his crib, unaware of the chaos . I cry and cry,  These two days are torturous. Jeon's behavior is extra unbearable, maids are always for my every need, guards are stationed outside my room at all times too. It's like he's trying to keep me under surveillance...like the prisoner in this luxurious mansion...

His words and actions grow more possessive and controlling, as if he can sense that I have no way out.

I'm left— trapped, hopeless, like a bird confined in golden cage...

He watches me like a hawk, making sure I'm always within his line of sight—noticing every small detail.

He assigns me a strict schedule where my every waking moment is carefully dictated by him—leaving me no room to breath. He also has full control of what I eat...And the worst part is, he always seems to know exactly when I'm most vulnerable and uses that to his advantage.

He enters my room every night too—and even though I pretend to be asleep, I can sense his presence in the room, his steps silent yet heavy.

I don't understand why he's doing this, whether it's out of concern for his child or if he's simply keeping a close watch on me 24/7.

It's like I have no privacy anymore, even in the privacy of my own bedroom...

I gulp—feeling desperate. i have to plan everything quickly- Last night, I tried to poison his glass of whisky—but that weirdo Wooshik came in and took the glasses away.

Today the doctor is coming for my first ultrasound...

I pray to whoever is up there that this will be my chance to do something—anything. I'm running out of time and options…Please, God, please. Help me.

Ring

The phone rings—

Of course, it's him. Who else could be calling me here? since he made sure I'm cut off from the outside world...

I pick the call. "H-ello."

"Did you eat?" That deep voice rambles through the speaker.

I grit my teeth. "Hm"

"And fruits?"

My patience running thin "hmm"

He pauses."Say yes or no."

I grit my teeth "yes"

Silence stretches on the line."Good, Eat properly." He urges, his tone firm.

I clench my jaw but remain silent, keep irritation in check.

"Eat more" He says simply. "You're still too skinny for my liking"

And who the hell is he to decide for me.

There's tense silence on the line.only broken by his heavy breathing. In background, I can hear the familiar sounds of grunts, yells and sounds that sound like someone is being beaten.

  "What are you doing now?" he asks bluntly,

Why does he even care?

"Why?" I ask.

"Just answer what I asked, No smart mouth."

It's clear Jeon is dealing with something or rather someone right now...

"Im...im on my bed sitti‐-"

"Okay take rest"

The call cut abruptly.

I stare at now-blank phone screen—

What was the point of that call, anyway?His behavior is unpredictable and borderline insane, He's seriously crazy.

I lie down, It's like he's always watching, always knowing what I'm doing...

I stare up at the ceiling, feeling trapped and helpless  even more.

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Knock!!

Wooshik comes in with several maids trailing behind him. He looks as irritating as ever with his big frame."Mrs. Jeon..."

My blood boils.

He gestures to the maids who place a tray full of food infront of me."The boss told us to feed you" he says.

Of course Jeon has instructed them to feed me. As if I'm some kind of helpless child unable to feed myself...

"Why?" I ask.

He looks down, fidgeting awkwardly. his cheeks turning a bit red"You...you are pregnant."

His words hit like a punch to the gut, the harsh reality of my situation crashing over me once again. My eyes well with tears.

"Mrs. Jeon—"

"I'M NOT MRS. JEON!"

He flinch and looks down, visibly taken aback by my outburst.

"B-but boss told everyone to call you Mrs. Jeon only.." he stammers, clearly not used to being confronted.

My blood boils, His stupid face stumbling words makes me more irritated.  I take a breath "Then go tell your shitty boss I'll NEVER be his Mrs. Jeon!"

They gasp— all of them.

"But boss told us-"

"Enough Wooshik"  loud voice booms from the front door.

My heart sinks.

I look behind the nerd.

And Jeon standing there, looking like the devil incarnate.

Shiver runs down my spine, his dark gaze straight at me.

The maids and Wooshik scurry out of the room like scared mice, leaving me alone with Jeon.

I gulp.

Silence descends like a heavy shroud. Just the two of us now.

I clutch my dress tighter.

Air hangs heavy- tense, silence between us almost deafening.

He walks slowly— closer, eyes never leaving me.I instinctively scoot back—my back pressed up against the headboard. Heart races faster-

He stands beside the bed, looking—as a predator toying with his prey.

Then slowly sits down next to me,I try to move away, but the hard headboard prevents me from doing so— "Ugh-"  He pulls me closer—our foreheads touching, heat radiating off his body, gaze locked intensely on me....

I try to distance myself, But he's too close-his eyes close, breath heavy, ragged "Don't-" he whispers "Don't... make me go crazy..."

I gulp, trapped in his grasp, his hot breath against my face.

I try to pull back— but he holds me tighter, forehead still pressed against mine...

"I'm leaving tonight" he whispers "So don't...make me do something that would stop me from leaving"

Chill run down my spine.Fuck i can't miss this chance. I glance down "F-For How-how many days you—?"

"2 days"

My heart sinks. Just two! its too less.He pulls me tight against him, his eyes darkened, fingers dig into my skin with bruising force.

"And don't you dare think about escaping," he grits.

"I...i...im...not...thinking abo—"

"Better." He kisses my lips, hot- smoky breath filling my mouth. My stomach churns.He slowly pulls back, gaze locked on mine. "Anyway, I'll know if you're trying anything."

My heart stops-  "h-how?"

His eyes glint. "So you're planning to escape?"

Shit.

"No..no... Im..im just a—"

He turns me around and pulls me on his lap, my back pressed against his chest. I squirm, trying to escape his grip, but he holds fast, trails kisses down my neck, licking and licking,

I shiver—a growing hardness against my butt.

Tears start to pool in my eyes.He kissing, licking down my neck.I close my eyes, tears streaming down "Please...sto-"

He pointing upwards as wet strips rolling down my neck.. I look up, following his finger to the wall and there's a red light, then he directs to the other corner. Another red light.

Small red lights in every corners of the room.

And my last shred of hope vanishes, tears stream silently down my face.

He had placed cameras in my room!

My entire life is under his surveillance..

Teeth sinks deep in my shoulder, marking me. I whimper— trembling in his arms.

"My eyes will always follow you"His hold tightens, tongue traces paths down my neck and shoulder.

I swallow. Tongue drags down my neck. "Every place in this damn villa, is gonna be under my eyes."

He turns me to straddle his lap. Our eyes lock. His face dark, lips glistening, breath heavy. "You are carrying my child now" he growls hot breath against my skin. "So don't do anything that would make me to punish you"

Tears stream silently down my face, I can't believe he is this type of insane.

"Why?" I ask, my voice trembling. "Why are you doing this Jeo-"

"Jungkook"

I fall silent.

"Call me Jungkook" he demands "My wife should call me Jungkook."

A lump form in my throat. "I'm not your wife"

His eyes darkens—almost black, fingers dig into my back with force. I wince.

"You. Are. My. Wife." He grits, glances down "And my offspring is growing inside you."

"I will kill you Jeo—"

"JUNGKOOK"  he barks, I flinch. He holds me tighter.

Room goes quiet, only our heavy breaths fill the silence. I can't help but feel the fear bubbling up inside.

"Everyone in this city calls me Jeon. Do you know why?"

I hold my breath, blood running cold.

He leans to my lips "Because I own them. Every.  single . one . of . them."

I gulp- His eyes burn in mine, veins on his forehead visible.

"No one knows my real name" he hisses "cause i crush them under my boot."

I look down—

He lifts my chin."But you" he whispers, hands spreading wider on my back "You own me."

I freeze—

"And now my heir is inside you...so don't...don't make me lose my mind"

Shiver runs down my spine. Heart thumps faster-  "Or what? You will kill me right?"

His jaw clench, grip on me almost unbearably tight. I stare back in his eyes defiantly.

Silence in the room feels oppressive. Air tense.

He remains silent, eyes boring in mine.

Time still as silent threat hanging in air.

I gulp- seconds seem to stretch on indefinitely.

He gently places me on the bed. I crawl backwards, my back presses against the headboard.

I look down, trying to avoid his intense gaze, but I can feel his eyes on me—mostly focused on my stomach... Where his nasty cum had taken a root.

He stands for moments.

Tears streaming down my face, I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out everything...

Then. Sharp footsteps echoes in the room.

Thud! Door shuts forcefully.

I slump down, feeling heavy, constant stream of tears flows down my face, Why...why is this all happening to me? I can't.. i really cant escape?

I sob, silent tears rolling down my cheeks like a waterfall.

Click. The door opens—

I quickly sit up. A stern-looking maid walks in.

"Mrs. Jeon, eat your food" she says coldly  "Or else I'll force feed you,"

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