The evening sun cast a golden hue across the sky, painting a breathtaking scene outside Jungkook's window. Birds flew in graceful formations, returning to their nests, embodying a sense of peace and finality. Inside, the atmosphere was markedly different, filled with a tension that contrasted sharply with the serene view.Jungkook stood silently in front of the large glass window, his steely cold eyes fixed on the beautiful panorama before him. The sky, awash in shades of gold and amber, seemed almost too perfect, a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. He reached into his pocket, retrieving a cigarette and lighting it with a practiced flick. Inhaling deeply, he allowed the toxic smoke to fill his lungs before exhaling slowly, watching the wisps of smoke dissipate into the air.
His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more consuming than the last. The weight of recent events pressed heavily on his shoulders, but one thought dominated above all others: Emma. His wife. The woman who had captured his mind, his heart, his very soul.
Jungkook's thoughts turned to Emma, the woman who had become his entire world. She was going to be the mother of his child, a revelation that had filled him with an almost unbearable happiness. He recalled the moment he saw happiness in her eyes fo the child her eyes shining with a mixture of fear and joy. That single moment had brought him more contentment than he had ever thought possible.
"Emma," he whispered to himself, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Our child."
The thought of starting a family with her, of holding their baby in his arms, was a dream he had scarcely dared to believe could come true. His happiness knew no bounds when she told him that she had decided to bring their child into the world, and she was happy about it. That knowledge filled him with a sense of possessive satisfaction. Now, there would be no escape for her. She was his, bound to him by the life growing inside her.
Jungkook's smile widened, but there was a dark glint in his eyes. He knew he was selfish, even manipulative, but he couldn't help it. He was built like this. He has never learnt to give up on the things that belong to him; he would do anything to get what he wanted. And the only thing he wanted was his Emma .His heart beat only for Emma, and he would do anything to keep her by his side. He had made terrible mistakes in the past, mistakes that had hurt her deeply, but now he had a chance to make amends. He was ready to do whatever it took, even if it meant giving his life for her happiness.
Yet, a part of him remained wary. He had hidden the truth about Taehyung's fake death, knowing it would devastate her when she found out. But he reasoned that by then, it would be too late for her to leave. Their child would bind her to him, ensuring she stayed by his side.
"She'll be devastated," he thought, "but she won't be able to leave him. His child will keep her with him forever."
Emma was pure and divine, the kindest soul he had ever known. She would never let their child stay away from him. He would use that to his advantage, ensuring she stayed with him forever.
When she wanted a divorce, from him he really thought about her happiness. He knew it wasn't with him , but with Taehyung. She loves .So, I let her go. He left her for her happiness
He had stayed away, watching from a distance, until Lia revealed Taehyung's betrayal. The revelation had shattered him, igniting a rage that knew no bounds. He had believed Taehyung won Emma’s love genuinely, only to discover his deceitful intentions. That was when he decided to fight back, to take Emma for himself by any means necessary.
Just like Taehyung played behind his back. He did the same. He'll keep her with him, no matter what.
Jungkook's love for Emma was dark and possessive, but it was real. He would do anything to keep her by his side, even if it meant using their child to bind her to him.
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His Vicious Love
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