067

Y/N

In the mirror—my reflection distorted by layers of silk and tulle, the dress tight across my bump.

"Layla… I look too fat in this,"

She gasps behind. "No no no, Mrs. Jeon! You’re glowing—like a queen."Her fingers work fast on the back strings, tightening gently. "This isn’t fat—it’s life. Look at you."

I shift in unease.The bump strains against the fabric—round, high, undeniable.And my breasts… full, heavy, they almost don’t look like mine anymore.

The strings pull taut.I wince— wincing again when she accidentally brushes my swollen breasts.

"But this dress... and my bump—This dress… it’s meant for a bride” I whisper. “Not a prisoner."

—she cups my breast— I gasp, step back fast— "Layla!"

She smirks—unfazed—and laughing Loudly"Oh come on Mrs.Jeon—How many times have I seen you naked during your ultrasounds? Huh? Belly oiled up and squirming under that cold machine?"

Then she picks Lucas up from his crib—he's fussing—and bounces him lightly"And from this little monster—Who changes your stained nightgowns every damn morning after he feeds?" She winks  "And whose tits aren't off-limits around here anymore anyway?"

My face burns—not from shame—but something else close to embarrassment.

"Stop it"

She hands Lucas to me—and he tries latches on my breast right there without warning—

"Bub, go play with your toys. Mama is tired."

I gently push him away—instantly his tiny lips trembling—but I don’t relent. Can’t. Not now. Not in this dress that feels like a cage stitched from roses and lies.

Layla snorts but says nothing—just opens the toy chest near the window. She puts him gently on a playmat.

He pouts at first—unsteady legs wobbling as he reaches for his favorite.Grabs an elephant plushie near him, immediately chewing on its long trunkAnd babbles nonsense into its neck…

Layla sighs dramatically, smooths the train of tulle behind me—then brushes my shoulders gently—"Finally, my tired queen is ready"

I glare at her—"Stop calling me that."

She smirks.

I brush my tangled hair with slow, tired strokes. The mirror reflects someone I barely know—hair wild, eyes shadowed, skin glowing in a way that feels like fever, not beauty.

Sigh.

“This dress –It’s not… me.” I tugging at the tight fabric across my bump.

Too white. Too laced. Too expensive.

brushing tangled strands over one shoulder— i breath—

The dress too tight across the hips.Straps digging in shoulders.

And the fabric? Too stiff. Too shiny—I saw the price tag earlier.Six figures.For one dress.In my name.

Of course he'd buy something this expensive—like guilt can be measured in yen and silk.I adjusting the neckline again—one hand pushing up where it slips down on my breast—"It’s not even comfortable. And why would he pick this? It's... grotesque."—it’s uncomfortable as hell. Scratchy lace biting in skin.Nipples throb under cotton-lined silk—milk pooling, leaking through layers like quiet betrayal.

I shift again—trying to cover myself—but nothing fits right anymore.

Not this dress.Not this life.Not his idea of love wrapped in gold thread and forced smiles…

"Mrs. Jeon."

"Hmm?"

"Cover yourself properly! I can literally see your nipples leaking through!"she bursts out laughing.

My face burns—I instinctively cross one arm over my chest—she bursts into loud laughter again— "You’re giving free show to every hidden camera Boss installed in here!"

I gulp.

She doubles over near Lucas—who looks up confused mid-chew— she gasps in laugh "They're like big spotlights under there! Be honest—it's part of the outfit now?"

"Layla!"

But she just wipes a tear from laughing."What? Boss spends millions on a gown—and you're worried about comfort?" She gestures dramatically: "This is evolution, Mrs.Jeon! You’re perfect now!"

I roll my eyes and turn at the mirror.

Then—Lucas stands up unsteadily—elephant still clutched in hand—and waddles toward me with a determination look.

He pats my leg—Then points at his mouth.As if saying: "Stop fighting them all… come feed me instead."

Layla bursts in laughter again.

I sigh- "Bub...I just fed you."He pouts, still holding out his mouth.I turn brush my hair with one hand pressed to my chest—

Tap

Tap

"Now Mama can't," I whisper—

But he doesn’t care, just whines—high pitched like a kitten."Lucas—Not now, baby. I'm busy."

He pouts harder—lower lip trembling like it's the end of the world and stomps one tiny foot.

I glare down at him "I just fed you!"

His eyes get misty—on the verge of crying.He hates when I refuse. He doesn't understand my breasts are sore, aching, leaking.He doesn't care anything.He just wants more.

I exhale—rub my temples. "Mama can't"

I reach a hand down ruffle his hair.He grabs my wrist—clinging like a little koala.

Then tries crawling up my thigh."Mama…up-" he whimpers, reaching up with both hands, elephant forgotten on floor.

Layla watches, smirking again—"He knows when you're full. He smells it."

Of course he does.They all do.The way my body betrays me now—swollen, leaking, aching at every shift.

Lucas grabs my dress and pulls himself up—wobbly but determined—and presses his face into my thigh with a muffled cry.

Not angry.Just needing.

Like they all need something from me—even if they say they don’t—the boss with his roses and parties nobody asked for… Layla watching close… the baby inside kicking hard like it wants out now…

And this boy—

This sweet boy born from violence and surviving anyway—

All he wants is milk.Warmth.Mama.But right now…

Right now—I can't give anything else without breaking myself open completely.

So I lean down slowly—one hand under his arm—and kiss his forehead softly:

"No more now... okay? Mama’s tired."

His eyes glisten—but no tears fall yet.

Layla finally steps in "Come here little monster—I’ll warm your bottle," she says gently scooping him up before he starts screaming—  “And Mrs.Jeon? Breathe” She glances back at me: “You don’t have to stand so straight all the time.”

Sigh.

Silence—only broken by Lucas' whines and soft distant music drifting through balcony cracks—the party already starting early— among black roses and armed men.

I turn at the mirror—each inhale is a battle.

My body… it doesn’t feel like mine anymore.Bulging.Stretched.Heavy.

The dress strains at every seam. My breath comes short—not from weakness, but from pressure, like the baby’s kicking up against my lungs now.

I can’t walk far without stopping.Can’t lie down without help getting back up.Can’t even breathe deeply without feeling something shift dangerously inside.

And in the mirror…I don't see me.But someone used. Changed. Trapped beneath layers that weren’t asked for—even if they carry life itself.

My eyes sting. I turn from my reflection.

"L-Layla–I‐–" My voice cracks. "I... I just lost myself."

A beat.

Silence.

She sighs, takes my hands in hers ann turns me around to the mirror once more my eyes meet with the reflection.

"Mrs.Jeon—Look." She pauses."Not how you see yourself—But how we see you every damn day."

Her fingers tighten around me, tears stream down my face. she forces my gaze higher—

"You are beautiful" she says firmly—"Not because you’re soft or glowing or pregnant, But because you're still standing."

She lifts one hand and trace along my jawline —"Still fighting with your back bent instead of broken.”

Tears fall hot, silent—I try to blink them back—but fail.

"And yes—this baby might be his blood…maybe even part of his plan…”Her voice steadies— “but this child also made you stronger than ever before.”

Tears roll slowly down my cheek—and lands silently on her hand still holding mine

“You feed three lives now,” she murmurs “and carry wounds that no dress could hide.”

Lucas gurgles across floor—with milk smeared mouth from the bottle.I swallow—He looks at me with wide bright eyes and giggles.

She smiles faintly."Mrs.Jeon you're here walking through fire yet... looking like nothing less than a war goddess who forgot she was winning.”

I turn—pull her into arms—Tears stream hot, relentless—my breath hitches , breaks. She holds me tight.Loud sobs rip outta me—the kind that claw deep inside chest, i hold her if I let go, I’ll shatter completely.

This is the first real hug in this villa.The first time someone held me not because they had to…but because they saw I was breaking—

I want to slump. To fall to the floor and curl into nothing. Just cry until there’s no water left in my body.

I sob—she doesn’t let go.Just stands there—strong arms around me—soft pats on my back.“Shhh… shhh… it’s okay.”

Silence not cold or heavy now.

Fragile—full of something human.Something almost safe.

"Mrs. Jeon," she whispers softly, "It's time to go,"

My mouth tightens around a sob.

"I-I don't want to."

She hugs me tighter. "Boss is waiting…"My heart sinks.

"I...I don’t want to." My voice cracks—I bury it deeper in her shoulder— "I... i don't... want to see his bloody face."

Slowly she pulls back—“You won't have to look long,” she mumbles quietly —"He'll be too busy pretending he owns heaven tonight.”

A beat passes.

I gulp, fingers grip hers desperately."Layly—Can’t you just… poison his drink? Or—or spike his tea?"

Her eyes widen at first—Then—a slow grin spreads across her lips. Dangerous. Darkly amused.

"I would gladly," she murmurs low  "But trust me—everyone tastes everything before he does.”

Sigh.She wipes my tears under lashes.

Then her smile widens—"But hey, If he dies naturally? Then maybe even hell will throw us an invitation."A choked laugh bursts out of me—even mid-sob—

A beat.

She fixes my smudged eyeliner—dabs under my eyes, Adjusts a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Her touch is soft. Not a servant’s. Not quite.

"Mrs. Jeon."

"Hm?"

She leans close.  "Just...Don't mess anything tonight."

I stare at her "Layla, I—"

Click.The door creaks opens—a younger maid peeks through.

"Unnie... take Mrs.Jeon downstairs— Boss is waiting."

My breath catches—the baby kicks hard.

The door shuts fast.

Silence.Room heavier now.Charged.

She sighs—deep, like she's carrying my fear too.

"Come on, Mrs. Jeon."

She takes my hand—warm, firm—not letting me pull away—"It’s time to go."

My gut sinks.

I stare at her—wanting to beg don't make me go, wanting to run to any corner.

I don’t want to see his face.Don’t want to smell his cologne.Don’t want to feel the way he looks at me like I’m something sacred.

But no choice.

Never was one.

We step into the hallway—the doors open slowly—and walk down the stairs. Slowly. Carefully.

Each step heavy with dread.The bump makes balance impossible, I sway once and instantly two maids appear beside me—one grips my elbow, if I slip—More follow.Quiet.Watching every movement of mine like they’re guarding treasure or containing disaster.

They don't speak.But their presence is thick—a wall of silence around me as we descend: protecting not because they care but because he would burn them alive if anything happened to his "queen."

Red petals line the staircase now—from above? From drones? Or did someone just spend hours arranging them by hand?

Music rises from below—strings and piano again—too sweet for this moment—for this body forced into white silk and false smiles—

Layla doesn't let go of my hand until we reach the last steps—

And there—

Living room lit with floating lanterns shaped like roses... men in black standing still as statues...Champagne fountains flowing red-gold under moonlight...

And him.Standing in center with that same unreadable look .

Waiting.

Just for me.

In his—usual.Black suit.Crisp. Impeccable. No bowtie. Top buttons undone like always—like he doesn’t believe in rules even at his own parties.Not a single rose pinned to his lapel.No festive glow on his face.Just silence wrapped around him like armor.

I gulp as they guide me slowly down the last steps—the maids’ hands light but unyielding under my arms, afraid if i might collapse… or run.

Every eye is on me.

Same cold smiles. Same hollow laughter trapped behind wine glasses.Men in expensive suits. Women draped in jewels.The same faces from Lucas’s birthday.Lucas—Where is he?

I stop dead— halfway across the marble floor.The maids freeze with me.I turn at them."Where's Lucas?"

Silence.Their heads dip down—one by oneThe music stutters for half a second before playing on like nothing happened."Tell me, Where is he?"

Again, silence.No words.No glances exchanged—not even a blink.I search the room desperately.But no sign of him.No wild curls bouncing near legs.No chubby fingers reaching for mine…

"Why aren't you saying anything?" My voice cracks—They don’t speak.Can't speak?

Or won’t?

But then—The cold realization hits—He's here.

Behind me.

Standing so close the heat from his body warms the back of my neck.

I swallow—every muscle tense, heart pounding faster—

I can't think.Can't breatheEverything else fades.

Layla’s voice echoes in my skull—"Just... don't mess anything tonight."

And I already messed up.

And every pair of eyes watching me.

The room is dead quiet.

Slowly i turn... and there he is.Black eyes locked on me. Unblinking.Face hard. Jaw tight. Not a flicker of warmth, not even false charm for show.

Air thick.Champagne flutes pause to lips.Laughter died.

Everyone feels it—the shift, the danger—I can taste it in the back of my throat.

the sting behind my eyes sharper now—but I hold his gaze anyway—

"Whe...where is Lu—"

"Nursery," he cuts low. Rugged. Final—

A beat.Air tightens.

I swallow —Lucas in nursery? But—he always stays on my lap… never steps down unless asleep… how will he stay there all evening and—Rough, cold fingers grip mine—I flinch— look down—his fingers curl mine: veins standing against black sleeve...

I look up. He stares at me, hard, silent…Holding my hand.I try to pull back—but he grips tighter.I swallow- His hand ice—rough, cold.He doesn't blink. Just stares.

Looks different.Not just the usual cold control.

But something… else.

Sweat glistens at temple—just a trace—forehead damp. His throat bobs?

Why he's sweating?

I look around. We’re in the center of it all—the living room stretched wide around—Every eye is on us. Behind him—his men—all standing rigid.No smirks. No hidden glances.Just silence.H

olding their breath like they know something—

suddenly—

He drops before me.

I flinch- Gasps break out from every corner—

I gulp- He’s on one knee?–My heart slams in my throat—I try to pull my hand free but his grip is iron-cold, relentless—He stares up at me—not smiling, not speaking—but sweating and swallows hard again— What is going on—what is thi— "Little lawyer—"

I freeze.

His voice hoarse, rough."I want to say something.." His voice cracks—He looks at me—eyes darker than I've ever seen, jaw trembling. Sweat beads at his temple again. He's… shaking? "I... I want..."

No—not shaking.Breathing hard.

My heart hammers loud I can't hear anything but blood rushing through ears—

"I...i..." he looks down—at our joined hands—

A beat.Long.Tight.Then—His eyes snap up to me."I love you."

Gasp rips through the room.

Time still.

—not even a breath—

His eyes locked on me.

"I...love you" -he whispers again..

Eyes slowly moist—glistening under the lantern light.

His grip loosens just slightly, then he moves.Slow.Deliberate.Hand dips into his jacket pocket.

And pulls out a small blue velvet box.

My lungs lock.

He opens the box—

A big diamond gleams.that oval stone catches the light like frozen moon…

My throat dries—

He lifts it from the box carefully.Then reaches for my hand again—

My vision blurs.Slowly—He slides the ring onto my finger—

I can't see—

The ring fits like a handcuff.  heavy.So heavy.Fits too perfectly—That’s worse than pain.

Tears spill down fast my cheeks—Vision blurs until all I see is him kneeling there,the ring burning bright against pale skin, my swollen belly pressing forward between us.

and behind every heartbeat?

One word:

Trapped.

The party music starts again softly... But nobody moves.Nobody breathes.And yet—he stays there. Still kneeling. Still holding my hand. Breathing hard.

Like he thinks this changes everything.Like he gets to love me.Like all this mine to accept.

He gets on his feet.

Another cage. Another claim.

I wipe my tears—rough. Hard.

He’s standing in front of me now—towering—eyes soft, heat rising from him— chest almost touching mine—

I grit my teeth.

He moves down-He leans down—

Slowly.Too slowly.Hot breath brushes my lips—"AGGHHH!"I push with all my strength—he stumbles back, losing balance—

A sharp gasp rips through the crowd.

Silence.

Everyone frozen.

Music cuts this time—But more importantly—

He is stiff.Eyes widen. Lips parted in shock—

Shock?Real shock?He's shocked?

After everything—he is shocked?He built this prison, he carved his name in my bones with roses and blood—and now he's shocked because I didn’t kiss him back?

My breath comes fast—heavy—I yank the ring off—throw straight at him—It hits his face before clattering on marble.

Gasps rise again—not loud—but horror.

But he doesn't flinch.

Just stands there.Eyes cold, darker.Something worse.

The filthy diamond lies on cold floor.

I gulp—heart pounding loud "I…" my throat clogs— "I… I…nev—" The words won't come out

"I HATE YOU."

It tears out of me—raw. Shattered.

Tears stream down my face.

The only truth I have left—

“I hate you.”

Silence swallows the room.

He's stiff—Eyes black voids.Unblinking.Unmoving.

I gasp— can't catch my breath—ugly, gasping sobs rip from my chest —"I... could never...Lo‐" —words dies in my throat. I grab the stupid dress hold up the heavy fabric—and storm.Up the stairs as fast as this body will allow—My eyes burn—Footsteps behind me—heavy urgent—but not his.Layla? A maid?

Doesn’t matter.

I don’t stop—

“Mrs. Jeon!”

“Stop!”“Don’t run!”

But how can I? This villa has been swallowing me alive for months—and tonight was supposed to be another lie served on silver platters...

Instead—it cracked open. Because of three words.

Stairs blur beneath feet.Lights smear into streaks across vision. My breath ragged—lungs burning

Behind me—the voices grow louder "Mrs.Jeon!"

"Don't run! It's dangerous!"

But danger is already here.

I run—as fast as i can

Loud "Stop! Stop!" around me—Hands reach out, trying to grab me.I push everyone away.Run—Legs burning, breath tearing through my chest, the baby shifting hard like it feels my panic too—

They reach for me—"Mrs. Jeon, stop!"

Hands grab the dress—silk tears at the shoulder but I don’t care—I shove one maid aside, another stumbles back—

I run—Anywhere.

Just not down there.Not with him. Not with that ring on the floor, his voice in my ears saying I love you like it means something.How dare he?

I burst into the room—his room—and slam the door shut behind me—Silence. My back against it— chest rising heavy, falling like waves about to break.

Breath.Just… breath.

The darkness around.Heavy velvet curtains drawn.No lights.Just faint glow from cracks under door.

Tears roll hot on cheeks.

BANG— BANG— BANG

"Mrs. Jeon! Open this door!"

"Please!""Don't be afraid!""It's not safe!"

Layla’s voice loud—"Open up! Don’t stay alone!""Open the door!""Mrs. Jeon—please, open the door, please!"

But I can't move.Can't speak.

"Mrs. Jeon—please, just open the door, please!"

Silence—except my breaths—

The dark walls watch me.

They’ve seen everything before.

They remember every cry muffled into pillows.They know what he is.

What this place is.

The silence isn’t empty anymore.It's full of him.

The banging continues—louder.

I swallow—walk deeper in darkness.Still they knocking—voice calling my name.

BANG— BANG— BANG—

voices muffled but desperate, like they care, like they’re not just protecting his property—

Silence stretches thick.

Tears streaming down my face. Every shadow feels sharper now. The mirror, the bed we’ve never shared unless forced… everything soaked in him.

How could he?

How dare he?

How can he even dare to say—

How could he even think that…

Love?

Love?

Him?The man who took my freedom. Took my life, my everything. He said I love you like it absolves everything?

Never. Not in this life. Not in any world.I slump on bed—Tears roll fast silent at first… then sobs rip out of me—

I grip my belly—He has no right!No right to say those words!To kneel! To look at me with wet eyes as if he’s suffering!

And yet—he did.He said it. In front of everyone. Like love isn't earned—it's claimed!

Sobs wrack through me—I curl forward, forehead pressing into knees— "Stop…" I gasp—"Stop… stop…"

But it won't stop.

The audacity.

It's impossible.Impossible to even think of him like that. Sorrow anger fear rise together. Sobs echo off the walls—

He thinks I could love him?

After everything—he has the audacity to say it again?

The only thing I want is to spit on his face—to claw those words out of his throat.

Burn seethes through me—hot, sharp.

His sheets. His scent. His pillow. This bed.

I move back.I don't want to touch anything of his.

I sit up—wince the baby shifts—and something cold hard, flat beneath me.

I shift back slowly.

Its Layla’s phone.

Sigh.

I toss it aside—

But… pause.

The black screen stares back at me. Unblinking.

Fingers trembling—I unlock it.Goes through the apps.

No messages. No calls. Nothing.

I swallow- Thumb clicks before mind catches— Google. Search bar: "scorpions underground network"

And there it is—

A dark web link masked behind layers of code and alias forums—the same one Layla whispered about.

My hands shaking. I click on the email option—

Type:"Hi… Where are you?" —send.

A beat.

No reply.

I try again."Hi. I’m Mrs. Jeon." —send.

I bite my tongue—eyes sting.

Type again— "I’m Mrs Jeon…"

Send—

Silence.

Still nothing.

My chest tightens.

I type—faster, desperate:  "I just wanted to—""Are you done?"

I freeze.Fingers hover above the screen.

A pause.

Air thick.

Slowly… I turn my head back.

And there he is.

Stands behind—

Arms crossed. Suit still perfect despite everything—eyes dark as sin— boring on me.

I hold the phone tight.Breathe stuck in throat.

Silence thickens.

His jaw clenched, towering like an impenetrable mountain.

I gulp—slowly move back."G-Get out."

A beat.

His arms uncrossed,

He steps closer.

My heart sinks."Stop—stop there—" I point at the spot but he doesn't—"G-get out." I inch back—

He follows—Slow, steady steps—Eyes dark. Not blinking.

My back slams against the headboard.

"Don't—Don't come closer—"

One step.Then another.

I shrink into myself—"Stop! Stop right there!" Tears spill faster—

He keeps moving—closer— towering over me

"No—Don't—Stop"

He stops—but only for a second.Dark eyes glaring me.

"Stop—stop there—"Before I can move—he crawls onto the bed.Slow.DeliberateCloser— one hand either side of me, pushing deep into space—

I yank the duvet around me, clutch the phone so tight it bites into my palm.

His face inches close.

I look down—

Hot breath on my lips.

Silence. Heart races-

"So…you hate me?" his voice gravel.

I gulp, try to pull away— "Don't come near—" My chin snaps up—Fingers tighten.

He tilts my face.

Dark eyes bore into mine—veins tight along his forehead. Not calm anymore.

Not even pretending.

"Tell me—is my wife really hates me?"

"I'm not your wife—Never was"

His eyes darken—a flicker flashes.

A beat.

"Then who are you?" He growls "Who are you?" I swallow—his gaze drops—to my lips, then to my eyes—"Sitting on my bed? Carrying my child? Wearing my money? Eating at my table?"

I grit my teeth "T-Take everything—"

The grip tightens—

I bite another sob. "Take it all and get out!"

Silence swells.

"Do you know who I am?" He whispers.

Yes—I know exactly what you are: a monster who smiles at funerals,a bastard wrapped in silk,the man who thinks love is ownership…

But I don't say it loud— just glare at him—and pray for strength.

"G-get...out."

His face harden. Grip loosen.

i look down, pulse pounds in skull—can’t lift my eyes—heavy breath on my forehead.

A beat.

then—

Shuffle.Soft sounds–Plunk! Something hits the carpet—I look up. my heart drops.

He's…taking off his clothes—

"wh-what are you doing?"

one by one—he strips.black suit jacket on floor.then his shirt—buttons undone with calm fingers—  i clutch that phone tight.

His muscles taut, dark tan across broad chest, veins standing like maps of violence.

trouser down in one motion—with underwear beneath—

Thud—a heap of black cloth at his feet.

I swallow- he stands there fully exposed—not hiding anything—

I shrink against the headboard pulled the duvet tight around. He stands raw. unashamed.

My tears fall faster in quiet sobs.

The flesh soft between his legs, unseeing repulsive—I turn my face away—he yanks my chin back.."Ugh...leave me!"

"Never. Never look away from me."

His jaw clenches, vein jumps on temple.

Sharply he grabs my hand—slam my palm open, the phone falls down. The cold diamond shoved into my ring finger—

"No! I won’t wear it!"

"You. Have. To."He holds tighter.

"No…No.. I won't…"

"Then I'll engrave this diamond in your skin...Until you remember who’s wife you are."

"FUCK YOU!"

"THEN FUCK ME."

Silence.

Tears burn hot, endless.

He leans—our noses touch, breath mingling.My heart slams—faster, louder—His eyes black. Unblinking.

He reaches out—I shove his chest—"MOVE!"  He flinches—in a split second he pins me hard against the headboard.

The ring—the diamond cuts into my skin as my hand grinds against the headboard. "Ughh- MOVE YOU BASTARD —"Pain bites deep.My dress tangled around me too tight to fight properly—

"MOVE! GET OFF ME!"

but I can’t move. Dress twisting around my waist, fabric tangled, useless—He buries in my neck hot breath skates over pulse point.

"AGHHH! MOVE BACK! LET GO!"

"Never" he growls — "Never...til im breathing"

a wet lick up to my ear.

"UGH—FUCKING ASSHOLE MOVE–"

"You think throwing this ring at my face would make me stop?— Make me stop loving you?"

"This isn't love!" I gasp—"This is prison! This is violence—I don’t love you!"

"Doesn't matter."

Teeth graze sharp on neck—i gasp-

"AGHH stop- "

"I love you."—"I want you, And that’s enough."

Tongue traces up my throat, up my ear—

"AGGHH STOP—I don't love you—I NEVER WILL!"

Thumb presses into the ring on my finger—forcing it deeper into flesh.

"I HATE YOU!"Tears burn—I push against his chest but he’s solid, unmovable stone.The weight unbearable. I can’t breathe—can’t move— "I HATE YOU, JEON!"

"Jungkook."He sucks on my pulse point

"AGGHH STOP"

Lips press to my ear. Wet. Another hot kiss on my pulse point.I gasp. Another sharp suck."AGHH STOP—"

"I told you to call me Jungkook..."

"JUNGKOOK MY FOOT!"

He stops.His head lifts slowly.I gulp—

"Yes—I’m your foot… Your whole foot." His thumb drags across my lower lip.

A beat.

"And these feet..will always walk on me. On my words."

"Never..." I slap his chest again, weak but wild— "NEVER!"

He grabs my hands. Pins them above my head—my body arch against the headboard—stomach pressed against his abs.

"You think few slaps gonna get me off. No."

His grip tightens—I gasp, He moves closer—The scent of him envelopes me. Leather. musk.

"Do I look like that kind to let my wife go?"

"NO—I'LL NEVER BE YOURS!!"

"WHO DO YOU BELONG TO!— ANSWER ME."

"I DON'T BELONG TO ANYONE."

His eyes flash."You. Belong. To. Me." He snarls  "You. Are. Mine"

A beat.

He leans down until our lips touching.

"Who do you belong to?" He repeats, voice rough. "Answer me." I spit in his face.

He doesn't flinch. Just stares. Unblinking.

Then—slowly—wipes with the back of his hand.And drops it on my neck.

"Again" he rasps "Do it again."

"I–I will never be yours!" I swallow "I hate you— I wish you were dead!"

Silence.

His breath heavy on my neck- "You can hate me all you want."A suck— i gasp- "You can curse my name. Pray for my death."

I squirm.Another suck—

"And still… every night—you'll sleep in my bed."Another—

"Every morning—you’ll wake up beside me."His hand slides down, rests on my stomach."And every child… will carry my name."

My blood turns ice—I try to twist away—but he holds firm.

"You think this body is yours?" He growls— "It feeds from mine now. It grows from what I give."

Tears streaming down my face "I don’t need anything from you!" — "I could’ve lived without YOU!"

"But you did." Thumb presses hard into the ring—"You didn’t live at all until I found you…"

I gulp- "My life was better before your shadow touched me!"

"Liar." He whispers "Liar." His knee pushes between mine—forcing them apart slightly beneath the dress "You were nothing but a ghost hiding behind law books and silence..."

He lifts his head.

"And now look at us now..." His voice low—"We burn together—even if one of us wants to die in flames.”

“I’M NOT BURNING WITH YOU!”

“You already are.” —he kisses me.

Hard.

With teeth and tongue—as if he could make truth out of violence, make love out of war, make a wife out of terror.I struggle—His lips move down my throat.

I twist into him— my head falls backwards, exposed—He kisses my neck tongue trace a path down my neck—

"Stop—Stop—please."I slap his face. "STOP!!"

He flinches finally—eyes flash—small red mark form on his cheek.

I breathe hard.His jaw works—clenching.

"Come on—hit again"He tears my dress—fabric rips with one pull— cold air hitting my skin.

"Ughhh—STOP!"I thrash, but the sound drowns in his mouth.

Then the bra—one snap, gone.My breasts spill free— His eyes burn over them like fire over dry grass.

Panties next.A sharp yank down my hips—torn at the seam.

I’m exposed.Full belly rising with breath,clit exposed. nipples tight in cold—

And him?

stares.Not moving.

"You think you're still pure?" He growls, hand sliding up my thigh—"You carried my child...This body already belongs to me."

"NO!" — "Get off! GET OFF ME!"

He pins my wrists now—one hand hold me down as his other drags up my inner thigh—

I can't—  This is not happening—

"No—You can’t do this—"

He leans down between my thighs, parting them wider with rough hands.

My belly rises like a wall between us, the baby shifting — head low now, almost at the edge. Almost ready to come into this cruel world.

Breath hits my clit — hot, wet.

"You think this isn't mine?"  Breath against my flesh— "Even now? Even like this?"

I gasp—"get off—i....im—"

"Pregnant—i know" fingers trace slow along my outer lips "you're full—close to labor—it could come any moment!" Nose nuzzles the swollen lips.

Tears sting sharp. "NO! Stop!"

He nuzzles deeper—one long lick from bottom to top—

"Bastard—"

"My child is innocent down there"Fingers spreads me wider—thumb press my clit. I struggle—he buries his face in deep.

"And I'd never hurt them or You"Tongue lashing over clit hard.I gasp-

Lips slides over my flesh—slow, deliberate—tongue delving furiously.

"Stop-"

"I could get you pregnant again...if I wanted"He nuzzle deeper— i gasp—

"If I didn't have a sense of restraint—You could bear another child for me right now"

"NO...stop" I struggle—legs trying to kick him away from me.

He licks—slow, deliberate—

I twist—"No—stop!—please— you can't—you shouldn’t!"

He doesn’t stop.Instead—his hums vibrating through my core.My tears spill endlessly—Nose nuzzles deep in my clit—one long inhale.

"You think God cares what I do in this room?" A lick— "You think fate spared you for kindness?"

Other lick.Then another.

"Ughh‐ stop—"

"You smell like me already," he growls. "Even your fear tastes like us."

"UGHHH—NO!" I arch off the bed, trying to close my legs—but he holds them open with brutal strength.

"FUCK—FUCK YOU—"

"Shhh" tongue flicks hard over my clit —once—twice—lips press fully against me —  "Let yourself hate me while you come."

"NO! Move—get off-"

His face buries in —tongue lashing slow circles around the swollen bud—"I’m worshiping what’s mine—even if it curses me back."

A long suck on my clit—i gasp- "Feel that?" His voice guttural—"Your body remembers even when you lies."

"I HATE YOU!"

"Liar." One finger slides down slowly along slick folds— "You're wet, after all of it...even now..."

"N-no—no..."

"My love makes your pussy pulse" he kisses right over the trembling bud, eyes lock on mine.

Another kiss.

Then another.

He lifts his head slightly—i breath—lips glisten under moonlight seeping through blinds.

He moves up suddenly—lift me and flipping me onto my side, i gasp—he presses against my back, solid- unyielding, one arm around my swollen belly. His other hand drifts lower—circling slow over ass-rim.

"No- p-please! Don't—"

He tightens his hold even more—I can't even move—

—"please—stop!"

He licks behind my ear.

I sob—trying to break free as slow firm circles around my puckered flesh.Tongue tracing over my pulse.

“shh—You’re shaking.”

I struggle weakly— his grip tightens, fingers splaying over my bump. Thick erection presses against the small of my back.

“Stop fighting” His breath scalds my skin. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

"Stop—move–"His thumb presses harder—i gasp—just a teasing pressure—before slipping lower, dragging slick between my cheeks.

“Stop—”

Teeth graze my shoulder.Thumb circles once more—closer this time—before dipping slightly inside.

I jerk forward—his arm pulling me flush against his chest. "Ugh—stop—stop—"

Tongue licks up my neck. “You’re mine—Every inch.”His finger sinks deeper—I whimper.

He breaths in my ear. “Tell me you hate me,”

I grit my teeth. “I...hate you—”Thumb rubs slow, torturous circles— my breath hitch.

“Your body doesn’t lie” His nips my ear “Neither do mine.”A slow thrust—deeper this time— my nails dig into the sheets.He groans, forehead pressing between my shoulders. “You feel that?”

I bite back a whimper.

"Say it—" His breath ragged. “Say my name.”

I swallow, grit my teeth—

His finger curls up—

"AGHH-"

"say .my .name"

“J-Jungkook—”

“Again.” he growls

My vision blurs—His thumb presses harder. I gasp.

"One more time.”

“J..Jungkook.”

His breath stutters against my skin. “my wife”

Tears burn hot down my cheeks—his finger twists deeper inside, thick and unrelenting, stretching me open in a way that aches.I choke on a sob, tears soaking the pillow—his chest flush against my back, trapping me in the heat of his body.

"please, no—"lips trail up my neck—tongue flicking over my pulse point before teeth sink gently into my earlobe. "I have to."

Finger curls—slow—pressing deeper until I feel the ridge of his knuckles.I jerk—breath ragged—but his grip tightens.

"You think I want to?" His voice rough— "You think I don't know what this does to you?" Another twist—deeper"But my child is right there—at the edge—and I won't risk them."

—"STOP—please, STOP—"

He doesn't.

Fingers pump inside my ass. I gasp-

"You feel that?" He groans against my neck. "Your body taking me."

—"I HATE YOU—"

"Then hate me harder."

Finger thrusts—deep—once—twice—then—presses in a second.

I scream.choking on tears—thick fingers work deeper, stretching me obscenely.

"No—please—not there—"

Lips trace my ear—hot breath curling. "Shh...you'll take me here."

I sob—finger twists, knuckles pressing in deeper past rim.

"UGH—STOP"

"I know, love—The baby's too low—I can't risk your cunt right now."

A second finger presses inside—I whimper—back arching.

"Stop—please—I can't—"

"You can." His hand splays over my belly—"You will."The stretch burns—fingers sinking deeper—my legs tremble.

"J-Jungk—"

He hums—lips dragging down my spine—fingers twisting slowly inside me.

"You feel that?" He rasps "That's where I belong."

A third finger presses—I cry out—body bowing against him—he holds me firm, fingers thrusting deeper—stretching me for what comes next.

"Breathe" he murmurs—kisses my shoulder— "Just breathe..."—he takes his fingers out.I gasp- breath in empty.

But then—the thick flesh pushes inside.My vision whites out—a scream lodged in my throat—

"Shh..." He strokes my belly—"shhh, I've got you."

"Stop—please—"

He presses in, inch by inch inside my butt.Tears spill—He stills, fully sheathed—forehead pressed between my shoulder blades.

A beat.

I sob in pillow.

"Now—Tell me...you hate me." His voice rough—strained—

I sob—trembling around him—

He thrusts—once—

"Say it."

My nails claw the sheets—

"I—hate—you—"

He groans—hips snapping harder—"Liar."

"Ple- please—"

*thrust*

The bed creaks—hands grip my hip—*thrust*

"You love this," he snarls—"You love me."

*thrust* —deeper—my body arches—

"Say it."

I choke— "N-never—"

*thrust*

Air thick with the sound of skin slapping—his cock pistoning relentlessly— each thrust deeper than the last. *thrust*My breasts ache in his rough grip, he kneads them possessively.

"You think I don’t know?" he growls. "You think I don’t feel how tight you clench around me?"

*thrust*  my breath catches, toes curling.

*thrust* Teeth scrape my shoulder. "Every inch of you belongs to me" *thrust*  "even when you scream otherwise."*thrust*Thumb flicks over my nipple—pinching hard—I cry out.

"You like that?" *thrust*  "Or should I bite instead?"

"Stop—"

He does the opposite. Teeth sink into the curve of my neck—claiming— drives impossibly deeper.

"I could fuck you raw every night," he snarls, "fill you until you’re dripping with me—and you’d still lie."

Another thrust—my fingers twist in the sheets.

His hand slides down, fingers pressing against my clit—rubbing rough circles —I sob into the pillow.

*thrust* *thrust**thrust*

Deep, relentless—each one punching broken gasps from me. *thrust*Hand slides up, squeeze my breast roughly—pinching my nipple—I whimper.

"You hate me?" He growls *thrust*—"Then why does your body cling to me like I'm its only salvation?"

"St-stop-" *thrust* Fingers twist my nipple— "why does your ass squeeze around my cock like it's begging me to stay?"

"N-never—" *thrust*

I sob. He bites down my shoulder. *thrust*Hand leaves my breast—slides down my trembling belly—between my legs— "You're dripping," he murmurs, fingers rubbing slow circles over my clit—I jerk  *thrust*  fingers press down rough on my clit— *thrust*

I choke—tears streaming—pleasure coils tight despite myself.*thrust*He groans—hips snapping erratically,  "Take my everything—ruin me—"

*thrust*

Thumb flicks clit once—twice—*thrust*Sobs wrack through me, my body betrays—clenching around him as white-hot pleasure sears through every nerve.

He follows with a snarl—burying himself deep, grip bruising on my hip as he spills inside me.

Silence.

He pants—forehead pressed to my spine, I can't speak—can't move—just tremble—

A beat.

Lips graze my shoulder—almost tender.

Another growl—spilling deep again—i close my eyes.

Wave after wave fills my inside, liquid leaking down my thighs.

Silence.

Lips brush my ear.

Cock twitches inside—thick, pulsing—so full I feel every vein dragging against my walls, like i might split open. —wet, obscene sound fills the air—liquid dripping down my trembling thighs.

I bite my cheek hard and taste copper—eyes squeezed shut. But he doesn’t move. Hands roam over my swollen breasts, fingers kneading my tender flesh roughly—milk beading at the tips, dripping onto the ruined sheets beneath.

My body clenches instinctively around him—fingers still kneading my breasts roughly, squeezing drops out.

"Look at you" he rasps, thumb swipes over my nipple—before pinching hard. "Even your body knows who owns it."

I whimper. He squeezes again—and another slow trickle leaks out.I bite my cheek hard—eyes squeezed shut as he shifts slightly, still buried deep inside.

Hand slides up my chest—palm pressing flat against my heart. "You feel that?" His voice low—dangerously soft. "Even now, it beats for me."

Never! i bite my cheek—but my traitorous body betrays me, pulsing around him again—milk trickling anew.

He hums—fingers twist my nipple, another drop roll down.

"You’ll feed my kids with these," he growls, cups them possessively. "And every time you do—you’ll remember who put them here."  Hand drags down my belly—

A slow thrust—i gasp—just to remind me he’s still there.

I gulp—clench around him—hate burning alongside the warmth pooling between my legs.Teeth sink into my shoulder—not hard enough to break skin, but enough to brand—the cock twitches deeper, spilling the last of himself inside me.

Silence.

His breath steadies against my spine—his grip slackens slightly—but he doesn’t pull out.

And I—Lie there, milk drying on skin, his seed dripping between my thighs—Palm splays over my womb.

Cock twitches inside—still hard.

And I know he’s not done.

Not even close.

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