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JEON

"So... any complications?" I ask.

The doctor doesn't look at me. Just keeps the wand pressed in slow circles over her glistening belly, where my child curls beneath the gel like a secret.

"Um...No, Mr. Jeon, None."He pause, then— "She's four months in-perfectly healthy."

I watch her.

Not the screen.Not the flickering heartbeat dancing like rebellion inside that small dark womb.

Her eyes burn - sharp, wild - fixed somewhere past the ceiling, past these walls, past me. Hands curl in fists around the sheets-eyes sharp enough to eyesmy skull. Not a word. But her eyes tell me one thing:

She'd rather die than look at me.

The doctor's hand rolls again—-gentle—-and she tenses.Fingers claw into the sheets until it tears at the edges.Like she wants to rip everything apart and run with my heir still inside her...

"Mrs. Jeon—" the doctor carefully- Her head snap at him

"You should rest more....eat properly... stress isn't good for your condition."

Her eyes fire. The same fury that, when I dragged her back through those front gates, she's screaming "You can't do this!"

"I'm fine" she spits coldly. Voice cracked from holding back screams or sobs—-I know which one I prefer.

The doctor gulps.

The machine beeps steady.

Two strong heartbeats now visible on screen-one hers.One mine? No...

Ours.

Mine by force? Maybe.

But still beating because of me.

Doctor glances at me nervously—-"We'll send full report by tonight..."

"You're done?" I ask flatly.

"Uh almost- sir." The doctor rolls the device over her stomach-

Room silent except for that sound- the soft thump-thump-thump of my blood pumping life into something built from fire and hate and heat between thighs after forced kisses turned into moans neither of she wanted to admit.Her top pulled up just enough so half breast peeks under fabric drenched from procedure gel... belly slicked shiny under dim lights-as if marked already by my name before first breath is drawn.

You think you can hide him from me-Even here... even now..

She doesn't move- just stares ahead, fists still clenched, tears biting in corners, refusing to fall where I can taste them.

Good girl...

Don't cry yet...

Just rest...and keep feeding what's mine.

"She needs to take it easy. Sleep, rest, eat healthy." The doc mumbles.

The ultrasound device roams slowly across her belly. She gripping the sheets too tight — to keep from punching the doctor...or me.

The doctor places the device down. "And...We're done."

She sits up fast—-too fast.

"Tsk-tsk-—Mrs. Jeon... slow, slow!" the doctor says, hands half-raised like she's a startled animal.  "You need to take it slow. This hurry... it's bad for you."

I grit my teeth. What rush does she have?Like I'll ever let her go far enough to run.

She pulls her top down slowly-—fabric catching on damp gel on skin.

Her tight jaw, clenched thighs under white sheet... that fire in her eyes that dares me to speak first.

Then the doctor turns to me— nervous twitch in his eye- "Mr. Jeon... can I speak with you?"

I frown. But nod slightly.

We step into the corner - just far enough so she can't hear but still see us whispering like conspirators in her fate.

The doctor glances back at her —- as she sitting there rigid as steel, glaring at the walls like it owes her freedom-

"Her vitals are strong," he says low -"baby's perfect... development on track."

Pause.He swallows hard.

"But... her blood pressure keeps spiking and dropping unpredictably—"

I look at him.

His throat bobs."It's anxiety—severe."

I don't move.Don't blink.

"Just stress?" I ask.

He shakes head slightly- "No, it's not just stress—-it's—" he clears his throat, eyes drops. "Its fear—Chronic fear response. Elevated cortisol levels consistent with trauma exposure... prolonged emotional distress."

A beat.

Silence thickens.

I look at her across the room.Still watching walls.Still fighting through silence with my heir inside and fire in veins-—and somehow still thinks to escape—

"She's anxious." The doctor mumbles.

Fear?Of course she fears...

Because fear keeps those hearts beating -for me.

"Um anxiety like too much" The doctor says it like it's fragile. Like I won't crush the word between my teeth.

Sigh.

Coat turns warm.Gold lighter tapping against my palm like a ticking bomb.

"Her blood pressure...nonstop unstable, Spikes and drops without cause... no physical reason." He lowers his voice further- "It's anxiety-induced... extreme stress... possibly PTSD..." he glance back at her.

She's sitting now spine straight- glaring at me like she wants to burn me down with her eyes while My kid shifts inside her and she flinches-—not pain. But frustration. Like its belong to someone else.

My teeth grits."So?"

"So? Mr.... this isn't normal for a healthy pregnancy-her stress levels are dangerous. High anxiety can lead to early labor... or worse."

I glance at him "Worse?"

He gulps but nod, slightly.And im amused by how far he dares go.

"P-premature birth... complications during delivery..." He swallows, under my stare. "She needs calm environment—-less tension."

A beat passes.

Then another.

"So you're saying...I'm making her sick?"

His eyes widen—"No, no...I'm saying, if this continues..."He swallows "High BP could lead to preeclampsia... premature labor..." His eyes flicker toward the monitor still glowing faintly with two heartbeats.- "...It could cost her or the child."

Silence.

A beat.The doctor gulps.She's glaring at me.

And something cold twisting inside me—-not guilt-

No...

Possession sharper than ever before: She can hate me all she wants-but she won't lose what's mine.

"...and?"—- "what do you suggest?"

"I...S-she needs rest," he stammers "-real rest... psychological support maybe? A calm environment..."

I cross my arms."And who exactly do you think provides  a calm environment, Doctor?"

His breath catches.He knows what walks behind those doors when no cameras watch.What happens when my men whisper too much about what they saw inside my room...

He looks down "Boss, my job is keeping mother and child alive," he says quietly -- "not choosing sides."

Good man.Stupid-but good.

And i know my little lawyer is too busy to hate me from her heart.

"So now what do you advice doctor?"

He swallows and nod "Mr.Jeon keep her almost in light situation or keep in check that she's not taking any tension."

My fist clench.Now how can i do that when she hates me the most in this villa.

I step forward-—His face pales instantly, he backs into the wall-"You keep her breathing.""You keep that child growing, And if either of them bleeds wrong..."your clinic vanishes by morning."

A beat.

He opens mouth but nothing comes out except quiet tremble in hands.

He gulps—then nod.

I turn back smoothly as if nothing happened "Give Jisun all the reports."And i past him straight toward her— leather shoes silent against tile.

When I reach the edge of the bed.I don't touch her.Just lean one hand beside her— she tries to move back, but fails-

I speak low so only we hear—"You want to make yourself weak?""Fine.""But if our baby sheds one drop of blood because you refuse peace—I'll lock you in underground until my kid learns their first word is 'father.'"

Her eyes wide. Breath ragged.

I straighten up-as calm as winter dawn.

Silence.

Just her breathing. Mine restrained.

The machine still humming faintly- two heartbeats echoing like a quiet countdown.

She sits there, head low-

I clear my throat"You-—What do you think huh?"

Her head snap to me.

Shit. Its sharper than intended.

Her eyes wide, wary. Scared? Maybe. But not broken.

Not yet.

The flicker of confusion in her gaze—I clear my throat- "I mean..." My voice rough- "You have to take care of yourself from now on."

She frowns immediately - sharp, defiant even sitting half-dressed with gel drying on skin, like she can't believe i just asked her opinion on anything beyond how tight to bind her wrists when I take her at nig—

"And who are you?" she whispers—"who are you to decide?"

This attitude!This stupid fearless way-makes me want to ruin so she remembers whose hands broke her last.

"Don't—Don't argue with me, Y/N."

She scoffs "Or what?" She steps down.. comes closer— and I smell milk and sweat and that soft floral scent that drives me mad every time i sneak in beside her—

"Or what? Huh? You'll kill me?"

One step.Then another.Until we're close enough for-who hates more? Who wants more?She scoffs again "You think I'm scared of you?"

I close my eyes.Fist tight at sides.Jaw locked so hard it aches.

Now I'm scared... of you.

My eyes open. Her eyes fury. breath ragged—even if she denies everything right now:That nothing will hurt my kids while I live. "Stop playing martyr and Start eating." I step back "Stop trying to bleed your soul out while carrying mine inside your womb—"

"NO, I WON'T"  She steps forward- glaring—-- those lips pink open like a wound for me to kiss or ruin.

Fingers burn.

Spine tightens.

Fuck- i pull her against me. Her breath hitches, Breasts pressed-chest heaving against mine.Every instinct screams to pin her there... take what's mine until she forgets every name but Jeon.

But no.

I can't. Not now. Not when the doctor just said-

"What happened, huh?" Her voice cuts like shattered glass. "What happened to the scary big Jeon?" A bitter laugh escapes her, tears already biting at corners but refusing to fall- "Come on... kill me—Do it now."

"Don't. Push. Me. Y/N."

"Oh really?" Her chin lifted"But i want you to Kill me!— Do it!" Her hands slap against my chest-weak-but defiant. "Do it" — "Do it right now-" Before thought or control—-I slam her against the wall—

Gasp tears from her throat.Eyes widen.Chest heaves under mine-—our breaths tangle in war, heat and something else that makes my blood boil-

"I told you not to PUSH ME."

Her pupils shrink with shock.She didn't mean for this-not fully -the pulse in her neck fluttering wild yet still she doesn't look away...

And God help me...

My eyes drop lower.

Lips pink from biting all morning trying not to scream at me...

More lower.

How much heavier will she get? 10kg? 15? With rounder cheeks?Softer hips spreading wider just to carry Lucas-—or my another one with my eyes.

More flesh for my hands.More warmth beneath blankets when winter comes...More weight waddling down hallways while carrying two of mine inside and on hips?

The image burns bright behind skull- her swollen belly under morning light... Lucas holding one hand while she rests other on stomach where our second stirs insidd.I could build a kingdom inside and call it peace wrapped in pain built only-—

"You're hurting me Jeon-"

I snap back—-with fingers dug in soft flesh—- Her eyes red-rimmed-—not just fear now-but pain... betrayal?Tears silently rolls down flushed cheeks-one drops between us.

My grip loosens. I step back, Heart pounds once— "From next time...be within limit." Or else- you'll get worse.

She breathing hard against wall.Tears falling unchecked, Body trembling.

I turn sharply at the door- and walk out. It closes behind softly.

I run hand through hair, hard-fingers clenching at the roots. Fuck—How the hell do I protect her... when I'm the one breaking her?

Keep her calm?Lower her blood pressure?Make sure she eats, rests... stays safe...

And yet every word from my mouth is a threat.  Every touch-a bruise. Every look-a storm.

She's trembling.Crying.And I put it there.

Again.

How the hell am I supposed to keep her safe. when I'm the storm that never leaves?

"Keep her from stress."

Like I can erase myself from this room. "I'm supposed to be keeping her steady...And instead... I'm the goddamn earthquake."

Footsteps walks beside me.

"Boss." Minho says "Mr. Kim sent updates..."I walk faster.

"Scorpions were spotted again near our downtown club—Three men in black sedan- tried bribing staff for surveillance blind spots and-"

"Fuck them—Come in my cabin, we have a major discussion."

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"So you really want to be gentle?"

Sigh.I down a neat shot.

In front their shocked face-—It's been over an hour and I can't make these assholes understand.

Wooshik stares like he's seeing the world burn. Max frowns like he can't work out a math question. Minho frowns at me like I just shot his dog- it's a struggle not to throw the bottle at his face instead.

"But boss....why?"

Jisun smacks his head lightly. "You idiot, Boss is trying to be a nice person after all these years and you're questioning him."

I close my eyes, feeling a headache crawl in like a venomous snake.

Silence.

"But... boss... how we-"

"Are you stupid?!" Jisun growls  "He's trying to protect Mrs. Jeon! Her health and The baby!"

"Boss"  His voice soft- "You... want us to help her stay calm?"

I exhale-

Grip the glass and down the last few drops and glance outside-

I rule this city with silence and fear-—But that woman upstairs? Carrying my heir, She doesn't need fear right now.

A beat.Silence. Aquiet where even shadows hold their breath.

"So boss— um, We just... stop being who we are?" Wooshik mumbles, still confused as hell-

I lift my gaze.The idiots staring like im a zombie.

"No"-cold, final. I set the glass down"I'll carry the fear. You carry silence."

They blink.

-"From now on-any operation near her presence stays clean. No blood where she can hear it."

"No threats within earshot. No weapons visible when she walks by.If someone disrespects her, handle it quietly before."

They nod.

"And if any outsider tries...Then burn them alive-but make sure she never sees the smoke."

They nods fast- they gets it now.

I stand— the coat falling straight like a blade unsheathed.

A Pause.

"And if she asks why everything suddenly feels quieter....tell her nothing changed."

Or..Just me learning how to care without leaving marks.

I walk to the balcony-—the evening light blurring through glass like a memory. Wind whispers against the steel rail, cold, quiet.

Maybe...

Just maybe- i should ask her.

How she wants to be treated.

My fingers curl tight around the railing-—

But how, I don't even know how to speak without threat?To touch without leaving bruises? To care without chains?My eyes closes- Maybe... I should softly touch her?

A beat.Silence swallows me whole- As if air doesn't believe me yet—-I turn from the edge...

And start walking toward her room.No guards.No threats.No backup phone ringing with blood deals waiting on mute.

Just me with no weapon but these hands learning they can hold more than violence...

one fragile step at a time.

What if... when she looks at me and flinch?

No—No-I'll try asking, like-"Y/N, how do you want me to love you?"

But if she spits fire or silence...Don't worry. Fuck- Everything will be fine.

Step.

Another step.

The man- who rules hell- Will finally learn- Some kingdoms aren't taken...

They're given.

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