Divorcing My Royal Highness||JJK FF||

Chapter 11-Rules

Y/N pov:

He said, unbuckling his belt,

"You do not seem to have learned your lesson."

I tried to get away from him because I was so afraid.

However, he growled angrily and tugged at my feet.

He began beating me mercilessly.

I felt as though I was out of breath.

He kept hitting me.
and I thought I was immobile.

I felt numb.

I could not breathe.

I was devastated.

I was in more mental pain than physical pain.

The man I live with is beyond my comprehension.

Why must he be so toxic and envious of me?

He does not even have a heart.

After he was done with me, I lay on the chilly floor while he went to sleep.

I could tell he was intoxicated just by that.

After I stopped crying, I just stared out my window at the moon while contemplating how I would approach Taehyung.

Even though he did everything for me, I was unable to feed him.

I had a lot on my mind, including

"Why do women always fall behind men?"

"When is inequality going to stop?"

"Why am I constantly ignored?"

"I know that I am not as fair and slender as the other gorgeous girls that Jungkook dated, which is why I think I am ugly."

I thought this as I slept.

I was kissed wetly on the neck by someone as I woke up and felt the warmth of the bed.

I sensed that Jungkook was doing this when I opened my eyes.

I took a small step back from him, but he simply gave me a hug and said,

"Sorry."

I answered him,

"For what?"

He gazed into my eyes with tears once more.

"I know I am wrong for hitting you, and you can keep hitting me as long as you want, but please pardon me because I was intoxicated."

I simply stepped back from him to use the restroom and get some fresh air.

Jungkook was not in the room when I returned.

I walked out of the room and into the royal consort as well.

Everyone, even Jungkook, was staring at me.

Lisa was staring at me jealously as I sat on my throne.

The Courtier was presenting the King with all of the issues.

I was listening quietly and glancing around without being bothered by any of the cases until,

A case arose in which an elderly man sold his fifteen-year-old daughter to a wealthy man. The wealthy man purchased the girl on the condition that she bear him a boy, and he would divorce her if she did not.

And by the way she looked, I thought the girl I was looking at was young and naive. She was also extremely thin, and her wealthy husband was standing next to her.