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༺ ☠︎ †  𝖁 𝖎 𝖘 𝖎 𝖔 𝖓  𝖎 𝖓  𝕯 𝖆 𝖗 𝖐  † ☠︎ ༻

—EVIE'S POV—

What is life?

They say life begins at birth and ends at death, but in between, it's nothing but a series of choices.

The choices we make shape everything - our happiness, our suffering, our destiny. Some choices lead to joy, others to regret.

And then, there are those choices that don't just change your life... they destroy it.

Just like mine did.

I am Evie. Nothing more than a joke- a cruel , pathetic joke in the story of my own life.

I had a choice once.

A chance to live , to be happy, to hold onto the bright and beautiful things life had given me.

But I ruined it.

I ruined myself.

And now, my once golden world has turned to nothing but ash and coal - cold, suffocating, lifeless.

One mistake. That's all it took. One wrong choice.

Now I sit here, on the cold balcony floor, staring at the endless night sky as it looms above me, mocking me with its beauty. The stars shine as if they hold the answers I desperately want, but I don't bother wishing upon them.

Wishes are for fools. And I've already been enough of a fool.

The air is cold, but I don't shiver. The house behind me is grand, luxurious even, but it feels empty, hollow–just another cruel reminder of the darkness that consumes me. I don't bother turning on the lights.

Nothing can chase away this kind of darkness.

Nothing at all.

And now, there's nothing left for me to do except sit here, cursing my life, cursing my own choices—cursing myself for choosing him.

Him.

The man I once trusted, the man I once loved.

The man I gave my heart to, only to have him crush it beneath his feet like it meant nothing.

I chose him, and now my life is like this.

A never-ending nightmare. A prison with no bars, no walls, yet still in-escapable.

I may not be in an actual jail, but this house, this room-it is worse than any prison cell. At least in a real prison, you count the days, knowing there's an end.

But here? There's no end. No escape. No freedom. I am trapped, and I will remain trapped until the day I die.

Until he dies.

And for what? What was my crime? What terrible sin did I commit to deserve this?

I loved. I trusted. That's all.

That's my fault. This fucking love. This fucking trust. It ruined me.

A bitter laugh escapes my lips, but there's no humor in it-only pain, only anger. And the worst part? I'm not even angry at him. No, the rage burning in my veins is for myself. For my foolishness, for my blind faith in a man who never deserved it.

I hate myself more than I hate him.

My thoughts going deeper with out end, the suffocating darkness swallowing me whole, until...

Click.

The sound of the lock turning from the outside broke the silence. I don't move. I don't turn around. I don't need to. I already know who it is.

A voice–soft, hesitant–fills the cold air behind me.

"It's been long enough... You haven't eaten anything. Please eat now. Don't make things harder for all of us."

Maria. The housemaid. A servant in this godforsaken mansion, just another pawn in his twisted world.

I hear her step closer. She sounds worried, desperate, even. It's been more than a whole day since I last ate.

But how am I supposed to eat when my entire life has become a cruel joke? When I can barely breathe without feeling the weight of my own mistakes crushing me?

I don't answer. I don't even acknowledge her presence. I have no energy to waste.

Maria sighs, her voice growing even more pleading. "Please eat."

I hear her move behind me, then feel the hesitant touch of her hand on my shoulder. A gentle shake, an attempt to get me to react.

But I don't.

Because I won't.

I would rather starve to death than eat food from this house. From him.

Still, Maria doesn't give up. "Please," she tries again, her voice now trembling. "Sir will be very angry if you don't eat. He will get mad at us. Please don't be stubborn... Otherwise, sir will be disappointed."

And that's it.

That one sentence. That one fucking name.

Sir. Him.

The audacity.

After everything he has done, after destroying me beyond repair, he still dares to have demands? To command me?

To control me?

A storm of anger crush through my veins, so violent, so blinding that I can't hold it back. In an instant, I push Maria's hands off me-hard.

She stumbles back, startled, but I don't stop there. My hands reach for the plate of food she brought, and with all the strength left in my body, I throw it across the room.

The loud crash echoes in the silence as the plate shatters against the floor, food spilling everywhere.

My chest heaves, my fists tremble, my vision blurs with the sheer force of my rage.

How dare he?

How fucking dare he ?

Maria stares at me, eyes wide with disbelief, but I don't care. I don't fucking care.

Anger still courses through my veins, as I glare at her. My hands tremble -- not with fear, not with regret, but with rage.

How dare she?

How dare she speak his name in front of me like it holds any power over me? How dare she think I would bow, would cower, would obey?

I step forward, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the thick tension. "Don't you dare come here again."

Maria stiffens, but I'm not done. "Because next time, it won't be the floor this plate shatters against - it will be your head."

She gasps, stumbling back, her face draining of color. She looks at me like I've lost my mind, like I'm mentally retardant. Maybe I am. Maybe he made me this way. Maybe I don't care.

"You're insane," Maria breathes, her voice laced with shock. Then, with forced confidence, she straightens and spits out, "I'll inform sir myself. He will handle you."

Her words should scare me. They should make me flinch. But they don't.

They only fuel the fire already raging inside me.

A bitter, humorless laugh escapes my lips as I shake my head. "Go ahead. Call him." My voice drips with venom. "Tell that coward to come here himself. I'm not fucking scared of him."

Maria flinches, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

"Do it," I taunt, stepping closer. "This time, I broke the plate on the floor. The next one? I'll break on him."

I see the fear in her expression now - the hesitation, the way her fingers twitch at her sides, as if debating whether to argue or to let it go.

She chooses to let it go.

Without another word, Maria spins on her feet and rushes out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

I stand there, chest heaving, hands clenched, my entire body still trembling with fury.

And all I feel is anger.

Nothing else.

Only the kind of rage that crush in your bones, consume you whole , and refuses to be extinguished.

Because I have nothing else left. Not anymore.

I sit on the bed, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the wall. I don't care if he comes.

Let him think he can get what he wants.

Minutes pass, silence stretching through the room, but then - footsteps.

Loud. Measured. Powerful.

The sound echoes through the hallway, each step laced with an authority that makes my stomach turn. I already know who it is.

The door swings open in one sharp movement.

And then he's here.

Jeon Jungkook.

Dressed in his usual formal attire, his sleeves rolled up as if he was in the middle of work and had to rush here. Like it even matters.

His sharp jaw clenches as his gaze sweeps over the mess- shattered glass, spilled food, chaos. And then his eyes lock onto me.

I don't look back.

I refuse.

I turn my head away, my fingers curling into the sheets. I won't give him the satisfaction.

His voice cut through the air, dark and sharp. "What the hell is this?"

I scoff, keeping my eyes fixed anywhere but on him. "What the hell do you think?"

A heavy sigh follows. Even without looking, I can tell he's trying to calm himself in, trying to keep that simmering anger beneath the surface.

His voice drops lower, tight with anger. "What is this, Evie? Why are you so fucking stubborn?"

He takes a step closer, frustration laced in every word. "She brought you food to eat, and you threw it? Are you even in your senses?"

I don't answer.

"How long do you plan to do this, hmm?" His voice sharpens. "Starving yourself? I hate this attitude of yours."

He keeps talking, saying things I don't care to process. His irritation grows with every second of my silence, every moment I refuse to acknowledge him.

And then he snaps.

I hear his patience snap like a thread stretched too thin.

Before I can react, he's on me- his grip tight on my shoulders as he yanks me up, forcing me to stand, to face him.

But I won't.

I shove him away, my voice laced with pure anger. "Don't you dare touch me with your filthy hands again."

His jaw ticks, fists clenching at his sides. I can see it - the internal battle, the way he's forcing himself to stay in control, to not lash out.

But I don't care.

I don't feel anything except anger.

Jungkook exhales sharply, his patience hanging by a thread. His voice is tight, laced with frustration and barely controlling anger.

"You're really making this hard, Evie. For me. For us."

His words drip with exasperation, like he's the one suffering.

His gaze darkens as he steps closer. "How long are you going to act like this? Like some pathetic child throwing a tantrum just because things didn't go your way?"

I freeze.

Disbelief surges through me like wildfire.

Pathetic? A child?

The audacity.

I snap my head toward him, my blood boiling. "Me? You think I'm pathetic?" My voice shakes-not from fear, but from rage. "You dare stand there and call me an pathetic child when you're the one who did this to me?"

My breath is ragged, fury burning through every inch of me. "I ask for my freedom, and you call me a fool for it?"

I look at him in pure disbelief, but his eyes are cold- no emotions . "You are nothing but disgusting, arrogant bastard."

I don't hold back.

I throw insult after insult at him, my voice rising, the year of pain, betrayal, and helplessness exploding in a storm of words I don't even think to filter it .

Jungkook's jaw clenches. His entire body tenses as he stands there, unmoving, absorbing every venomous word I throw at him.

Then, I shove him.

Hard.

His foot lands on a shard of the broken plate, but it doesn't faze him - he's wearing shoes. Of course, he is. He's always fucking prepared.

His patience finally snaps.

"Enough."

His voice is low. Dangerous.

I can see the storm brewing in his dark eyes, the warning clear.

"Stop this bullshit. It's pointless."

He takes a step forward, closing the distance between us. " You can scream, curse, insult me all you want - I don't give a flying fuck about your complains or your goddamn opinion ."

His voice is cold, cutting deep through inside my heart.

"But this?" He gestures to the mess around us - the shattered plate, the spilled food, the chaos. "This childish stubbornness? It ends now."

His gaze locks onto mine, cold and totally unbothered. "You will not pull this stunt again, Evie. Do you hear me?"

I glare at him, my fists clenched at my sides, but he doesn't wait for an answer.

"You can fight me all you want, but it won't change a damn thing."

I look at him in disbelief, like he is acting like I am in fault and he is victim here.

I take a step closer, my hands curling into fists at my sides. My voice shakes with rage.

"How can you be like this? How can you look me in the eye and call me a child when you're the one acting like you fucking banged your head somewhere and lost your ability to think?"

I look at him in disbelief as my chest moving up and down from simmering anger within me. "You call me childish, yet you're the one who locked me up in the first place."

Jungkook exhales sharply, his patience slowly slipping down . "Stop this bullshit."

"Bullshit?!" My voice cracks, filled with fury and pain. "Is that what this is to you? My life? My feelings? My fucking existence?!"

I'm screaming now, my body trembling as the weight of everything crashes down on me. "You ruined everything, Jungkook! Everything!"

I don't stop. I can't stop.

"I loved you. I trusted you. I married you because I believed in you. I loved you selflessly, without holding anything back - and this is what you did to me?"

Tears burn at the edges of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. Not for him. Not anymore.

"Was this all just a game to you?" My voice drops, but it's no less sharp. "Just a twisted, pathetic way to get your revenge?"

I shake my head, my whole body burning with rage. "How disgusting. I have never seen a man as shameless, as worthless as you."

Jungkook remains silent, his face unreadable, and that makes it worse.

I need him to react. I need him to feel the pain he's caused me.

I step forward, grabbing his collar, yanking him down so we're face to face. "You are a disgrace. A pathetic excuse for a man." My voice is venom, raw and broken. "Pretending to be strong when all you are is a coward, excuse to mankind."

He doesn't flinch. Doesn't move. Just stands there, unmoved, unaffected.

The tears I promised myself I wouldnt cry are about to fall.

How can he stand there so coldly? So unaffected?

I tighten my grip on his collar, yanking him closer, forcing him to look at me. He needs to see me- really see me -because I'm done screaming.

My breath is uneven, my vision blurring with unshed tears, and no matter how hard I try to hold them back, they spill.

"You destroyed everything I had. Everything I held close, you ruined-" My voice cracks, but I push through it. "And for what? Revenge? Because your fragile ego couldn't handle the truth?"

My fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt, my knuckles turning white. "You broke everything, Jungkook."

I search his face for any sign of remorse, for any flicker of regret. But he just stares back, unreadable, untouched. Like always.

I shake my head, my lip trembling. "You're nothing but a liar. A manipulator."

That should've been enough. I should've stopped there. But I don't.

Because I know exactly what will get to him.

My voice drops, sharper now, cutting through the thick tension. "But what about him?"

That's it.

His entire body stiffens. His jaw clenches, and I see it - the flicker of something in his eyes before he hide it down, replacing it with that cold, indifferent darkness he always hides behind.

But it's too late. I saw it.

I press on, my voice trembling but cold and stern. "You didn't just lie to me, Jungkook. You manipulated him and betrayed him too."

His expression is stone, but I feel the shift in the air.

"You used him," I whisper, my tears falling freely now. "The one person who gave me happiness. The only one who ever stood by me-" My voice catches, my chest tightening. "And you took that away from me. Just like you took everything else."

Jungkook's breathing is heavier now, controlled but uneven. Good. Let him feel even a fraction of what I feel.

"He considered you his closest," I say, forcing him to listen. "He trusted you. Just like I did. And you still manipulated and betrayed him. You lied. You made me look weak- pathetic in front of everyone."

My eyes are filled with tears but I didn't look away from him from his emotionless eyes. "Especially him."

Jungkook's fingers twitch at his sides, his entire frame rigid. I hit the nerve.

"And now you stand here, calling me childish?" My voice rises, laced with anger. "You ruined my reputation, twisted everything to make me look small, and you have the audacity to call me pathetic?"

I glare at him, my breathing ragged. "What if he finds out, what you will going to do?"

The moment the words leave my mouth, I see it- the snap.

Jungkook moves before I can react.

His hands shoot forward, grabbing me with a force that knocks the air from my lungs. I barely have time to process before he slams me against the nearby wall.

Pain shoots up my back, but I refuse to look away.

His grip is tight. His fingers clamp around my chin, forcing me to look up at him, his dark eyes looking into mine.

"I'm saying this for the last fucking time," he hisses, his voice dangerously low. "This is between you and me. Do not bring anyone else into this."

I don't flinch. I don't even blink. I meet his gaze head - on.

But he isn't done.

"He's not here," Jungkook grits out, his jaw tightening. "And I don't want to hear his name. Especially from you."

His fingers press harder, and I gasp, but I don't break.

"You're mine, Evie." His voice drops to a whisper, but it's no less sharp. "You have always been mine."

"Yours?" I said, eyes burning with anger and disbelief. "You call this love?"

His gaze darkens, his breath heavy as he leans over me.

"I loved you," he mutters, voice thick with something unrecognizable. "I still fucking love you."

I swallow hard, my heart pounding against my ribs.

"And in love and war," he breathes, "everything is fair."

I stare at him, my chest heaving, my mind spinning.

Jungkook exhales sharply, his grip loosening just slightly. His voice wavers for the first time.

"You want me to justify myself?" His dark and intense eyes bore into mine as he said into low voice. "Fine. I'm a pathetic man. A worthless man. I admit it."

Jungkook's grip on my chin tightens, his fingers pressing into my skin with a force that sends a ache through my jaw. His dark eyes looking into mine, unwavering, filled with something raw -something terrifying.

"Damn it, I admit it." His voice is low, but there's an edge to it, sharp and full of dominance. "I am cheap. A fucking excuse of a man. A pathetic, worthless piece of shit. And what I did?"

He shaking his head. "I'm not justifying anything."

I stare at him, my heart beating against my ribs, my breath uneven.

He was looking at me intensely, full of dominance and confidence. "I did wrong. Unforgivable wrong." His voice drops to a whisper, but it cuts through the thick air between us. "And I know it. I fucking know it."

He leans in closer, his breath fanning against my face, his body pressing me further into the wall.

"I did it to you, and I did it to him."

There it is. The truth.

Jungkook's expression doesn't waver. There's no guilt in his eyes, no hesitation in his words. Only confidence. Only dominance.

"But this?" He tilts my chin up, forcing me to hold his gaze. "This is about you and me. Nothing else. No one else."

I feel my chest tighten, my fingers curling into fists at my sides.

"You better forget about him," Jungkook continues, his voice laced with something terrifyingly possessive. "Or any hope you still flicker inside that he'll come to save you."

I inhale sharply, but I don't break eye contact.

"Because he won't." Jungkook's lips part slightly, and there's a dangerous glint in his eyes. "He never will."

My stomach twists at his words, fear creeping up my spine.

Jungkook exhales through his nose, his gaze darkening. "I ruined him."

A cold shiver runs down my back.

"Even if he finds out everything, it won't matter." Jungkook's grip on my chin loosens, but his other hand moves to my waist, keeping me trapped. "He won't be able to do a damn thing."

The air in the room is suffocating, his presence overwhelming me.

"Because what's mine is mine." His voice is unwavering, absolute. "And I will do anything to keep it that way."

A lump forms in my throat, but I force myself to swallow it down.

Jungkook tilts his head, his eyes searching mine. "Even if I have to do the worst fucking things in this world just to keep you with me."

A sharp pang of anger shoots through me, but I can't move-not when he has me caged against the wall, his grip unrelenting.

He inhales deeply, his shoulders rising and falling. "I admit it," he mutters, more to himself than to me. "I am the worst man. No one deserves a crazy beast like me."

His eyes flicker with something almost hollow, something broken. "I ruin. I manipulate. I destroy. I lie. That's what I do."

My breath catches in my throat as his voice grows heavier, his words thick with dominance and confidence.

"And I ruined you."

Unknowingly a single tear slips down my cheek.

Jungkook watches it fall, his jaw tightening.

"I ruined everything, Evie." His voice is barely a whisper now. "I ruined your life. I ruined... you."

His fingers twitch against my skin.

"And now, I'm going to be the one to fix it."

I let out a shaky breath, my body trembling against his hold.

"Damn it, I will fix everything." His voice grows more forceful, more desperate. "I ruined it, and I will fix it. I will make it right. I will make it how it used to be."

I stare at him, my vision blurred with tears. My lips part, but only a broken whisper escapes. "You can't."

Jungkook's gaze darkens. His grip tightens.

His hands - warm, firm, unyielding -hold me in place, refusing to let me go.

"I will," he growls, his voice carrying an unsettling finality. "I will do it. Whatever it takes, I will fix it."

He leans forward his forehead presses against mine, his breath heavy, his body rigid.

"But," he murmurs, voice dangerously soft, "it doesn't give you the right to leave me."

My heart stops.

"And it sure as hell doesn't give you the right to think about him."

The raw intensity in his voice sends a shiver through me.

"Believe me, Evie." His fingers trail up to my cheek, his touch deceptively gentle. "I can do anything to keep you with me."

I feel a tear slip down my face, but he catches it with his thumb, his touch lingering.

"And to erase him from your thoughts."

His lips brush against my lips, a chilling contrast to his cruel words.

"If you don't want me to do that..." Jungkook's breath was warm against my lips, sending a shiver down my spine. His voice had dropped to a low, almost dangerous whisper, each word are firm, unwavering. "Then don't even fucking mention him again."

Silence between us, thick and suffocating. The weight of his warning pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe.

My body tensed, every muscle frozen in place as I struggled to process the chilling finality in his tone.

And then-

"You are mine, Evie."

His voice was softer now, but just as intense. There was a quiet possessiveness in his words, wrapping around me like an unbreakable chain. His fingers lightly traced my skin, but his grip stayed firm - a silent reminder that I could never escape.

"You have always been mine."

I swallowed hard, my throat burning as the weight of his declaration sank with in me . His gaze never wavered, dark and consuming, pulling me into a world where I was nothing but his possession - his to keep, his to control.

And his dark eyes are warning me that - escape is never an option for me.

"From the start..." he murmured, his lips brushing dangerously close to my lips, his voice laced with something almost reverent. "And until the very end."

A pause. A long, quiet, terrifying pause.

"Until I die."

My breath caught in my throat. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, fast and loud, but I couldn't move. His words left no room for argument, no space for doubt - they were final.

Jungkook pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his expression impossible to read. His thumb traced my jaw, the touch soft but suffocating, just like his presence.

"No one can change that," he said, his voice calm and certain.

His fingers lingered for a moment before his grip tightened slightly. His gaze locked onto mine, sharp and unrelenting, making my stomach twist.

"Not even you."

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—𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍···୨ৎ