As the wedding went on, Yn forced herself to smile and pretend that everything was alright.
She danced with Jungkook, trying to ignore the way he kept glancing at other women, the way his eyes lingered on their curves.
Jungkook eyes went on her cleavage and she hated it, she hated his gaze, she hated everything about him, she wished she had never met him, she wished she had never married him.
"Can you stop staring at my chest like that? It's so disgusting!" Yn snapped, her voice trembling with anger as she glared at her new husband.
"Why do you want me to look at other women clevage ? " Jungkook asked, his voice cold and indifferent.
He grabbed her waist tightly and said "And don't you dare to talk in that tone with me, now Mrs Jeon. You'll learn your place soon enough." His fingers dug deeper into her soft skin, causing her to wince in pain.
She tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. "Let go of me," she hissed through clenched teeth.
"You'll learn your place, Mrs. Jeon," he said coldly, his words dripping with contempt. "And as for your father, he should have thought about that before he made such a foolish bet."
Yn felt her anger building up inside her as she struggled to free herself from Jungkook's iron grip.
She hated him, hated him for everything he'd done, hated him for forcing her into this marriage.
But more than anything, she hated herself for not being strong enough to stand up to him.
Finally, she managed to break free, stumbling backwards and nearly tripping over her own feet.
She wiped the tears from her eyes, taking in the sight of Jungkook standing before her, his face twisted into a sneer.
"You are my husband ,and you have to protect me from everyone" she said, her voice shaking with anger and desperation.
She took a step forward, her shoulders squared as she confronted him. "I didn't ask for this life, but I will not be treated like property. I am not your possession, I am Yn."
Jungkook grabbed her wrist and dragged her outside , ignoring the shocked gasps from the guests.
He pushed her against the car, his body towering over hers.
Yn felt the cold metal dig into her back, but she refused to show any fear. She stared up at him, her eyes blazing with anger and determination.
He pinned her wrists above her head, pressing her body against the car, and leaned in, his hot breath fanning her face.
"You dare to defy me?" he hissed. "You think you can tell me what to do?"
Yn winced as his weight bore down on her, but she didn't flinch. "I am not yours to command," she spat back, her voice shaking with rage. "I am my own person, and I will not be treated like your property."
"You will be treated with respect , Mrs.Jeon" Jungkook's voice was cold as ice, his grip on her wrists tightening.
"Or I'll make sure you're punished." He leaned in closer, his hot breath brushing against her neck. "Do you understand me?"
Yn closed her eyes, trying to steady her breath as she felt the warmth of his body against hers.
"Really?" Yn glared up at him, her green eyes flashing with anger. "Then why don't you let me go?" She struggled against his hold, but it was useless.
He was too strong, and his grip on her wrists was like iron. She could feel the blood rushing to her fingers, but she refused to give in.
"You're right," he drawled, leaning back a bit. "You are not mine to command. You are mine to break." His words sent a chill down her spine.
"And I will break you, Mrs. Jeon. I will make you beg for my attention, for my touch."
He released one of her wrists, only to grab her chin roughly and force her to look up at him. "You will learn your place in this marriage, and you will learn it quickly."
His grip on her face was painful, bruising her skin. "Or I'll make sure you suffer the consequences."
Yn closed her eyes, tears of anger and frustration burning behind her eyelids. She wanted to scream, to fight back, but she knew it would only make things worse.
Instead, she bit her lip and tried to keep her breathing steady.
"Very well," she said, her voice trembling with barely controlled rage. "Then let me make something clear to you. I will not be your toy, your plaything, or your possession.
I am Yn, and I will not stand for this treatment. If you want me to respect you, then you must show me the same courtesy."
Her words seemed to pierce the air, and for a moment, Jungkook's grip on her slackened. But only for a moment. He leaned in closer, his lips curling into a cruel smile.
"My yn ..." Jungkook breathed, his voice thick with desire and possessiveness. "You're so brave , so defiant. It's intoxicating."
He leaned in closer, his breath fanning her cheek. "But you must understand that this marriage changes things. You belong to me now. I will protect you, cherish you, but I will also discipline you when necessary."
Yn felt her heart race as he spoke, his words sending a shiver down her spine.
She knew he meant what he said, and part of her was terrified by the thought of crossing him. But another part of her refused to back down.
"Inform our parents that we are going home early. Tell them I am not feeling well." Yn said, her voice shaking.
Jungkook leaned back, . "Of course, my love. I'll take care of you." He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle despite the strength in his fingers.
"But you must understand that I need to make sure you learn your place in this marriage. I can't have you disobeying me like this."
Jungkook's words sent a chill down Yn's spine. She knew he was serious, and she couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and determination welling up inside her.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she met his gaze.
"I understand," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"But I want you to know that I will not be your puppet. I will not stand by and let you control me like this. I am still my own person, and I will not be treated like your property."
Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, Jungkook looked surprised by her defiance. He studied her face, his expression unreadable.
