My Mafia Husband |JK FF| Poheli

|Chapter 36: Betrayel's Grip|

The figure stepped closer, a cold smile playing on their lips. "Surprised to see me, Y/N?"

Shock and betrayal coursed through me. This person, someone I thought I could trust, was the mastermind behind my abduction. "Why? Why are you doing this, Jhope?"

His smile widened, a chilling glint in his eyes. "Let's just say I have my reasons. And you, my dear, are a crucial part of the plan."

I struggled to comprehend the situation, my mind racing with questions and fears. "What do you want from me?"

He tilted his head, considering the question. "It's not just about you, Y/N. It's about JK. He needs to understand that he can't have everything he wants without consequences."

My anger flared, and I took a step forward, fists clenched. "You're using me to get to him, isn't it?"

He shrugged, his expression unrepentant. "You could say that. But don't worry, as long as you cooperate, you won't get hurt."

I felt a surge of defiance rise within me. "And if I don't cooperate?"

His smile faded, replaced by a steely glare. "Then things will get much more unpleasant. And I don't think you'll be foolish enough to test that."

Fear and anger battled within me, but I knew I had to stay calm and think strategically. I couldn't let him see how terrified I was. I needed to find a way to turn the tables, to find a weakness in his plan.

For now, I decided to play along, hoping to buy myself some time. "Fine. What do you want me to do?"

He seemed pleased with my response, his smile returning. "Good choice. All you have to do is stay here and wait. Your cooperation will make things much easier for everyone involved."

As he turned to leave, I felt a glimmer of hope. If I could gain his trust, even just a little, I might find an opportunity to escape or contact JK. I just had to stay strong and keep my wits about me.

The door closed behind him, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room once more. But this time, I had a plan. I would bide my time, gather information, and look for any chance to turn the situation to my advantage.

Because no matter what it took, I was determined to find a way out of this nightmare.

A few hours passed, though it felt like an eternity in that dimly lit room. I kept pacing, my mind racing with plans and contingencies. Every noise made me jump, but I forced myself to stay calm and think clearly.

The door opened again, and J-Hope stepped in. His expression was as cold as ever, but there was a hint of impatience in his eyes.

"It's time," he said, tossing a phone onto the small table in the center of the room.

I stared at it, my heart sinking. "Time for what?"

He sighed, clearly annoyed by my questioning. "Call JK. Tell him to stop looking for you. Tell him you don't want to be with him anymore."

The weight of his words crashed down on me. I didn't want to say those things, didn't want to lie to JK. But I knew I had to play along if I wanted to find a way out of this.

"I don't want to do this," I whispered, my voice trembling.

J-Hope's eyes narrowed. "You don't have a choice, Y/N. Do it, or things will get a lot worse for you."

Taking a deep breath, I picked up the phone and dialed JK's number. It was from an unknown number, which I hoped would add to his confusion and alert him to the fact that something was wrong. As it rang, I felt a lump form in my throat. How could I make him understand without giving myself away?

When he answered, his voice was filled with a mix of relief and worry. "Hello? Who is this?"

"JK," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "It's me, Y/N."

"Y/N? Where are you? Are you okay?" His tone shifted to one of urgent concern, recognizing my voice immediately.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to speak the words J-Hope demanded. "JK, don't look for me. I don't want to be with you anymore."

There was a pause, and I could almost hear his heart breaking on the other end. "What are you talking about? This isn't like you. What's going on?"

Before I could say anything more, J-Hope snatched the phone from my hand, his eyes cold and calculating. He ended the call abruptly, leaving me to grapple with the turmoil of emotions raging inside me.

I stared at the closed door, my heart aching with the weight of the lie I'd just been forced to tell. I could only hope that JK would understand, that he would see through the facade. Our bond was strong, and I believed he would feel the truth behind my words.

I sat on the cold floor, my mind racing with a million questions. "How did I get into this mess? How do I get out of here?" The room felt smaller with every passing minute, the walls closing in on me.

I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in my chest. It was all too clear now: this was a trap, meticulously planned to lure me in. And I had walked right into it, blinded by my concern for JK. I had to find a way out, to let him know the truth.

I glanced around the room again, looking for anything that could help me escape. My thoughts were interrupted by the weight of the situation. I had no idea where I was or who else might be involved in this. J-Hope's betrayal stung the most, a harsh reminder that trust could be easily shattered.

"Think, Y/N," I whispered to myself. "There has to be a way."

I walked to the window and peered outside, trying to gauge where I was. The landscape was unfamiliar, a mix of dense woods and an empty gravel lot. Not a single soul in sight. I turned back to the room, my eyes scanning every corner for something, anything, that could be used to my advantage.

My thoughts drifted to JK. I hoped he had picked up on the desperation in my voice during the call. He had to know I wouldn't say those things willingly. I closed my eyes, focusing on the bond we shared, praying it would guide him to me.

"Stay strong, JK," I murmured. "We'll get through this."

Determined not to give up, I started testing the door and the window, looking for weak spots. My hands trembled slightly, but I forced myself to keep going. There had to be a way out, a way to outsmart J-Hope and whoever else was behind this.

As I worked, I couldn't help but replay the events that had led me here. The mysterious call, the hurried drive to the supposed hospital, the eerie figure in the shadows. It all seemed like a blur, but one thing was clear: someone had gone to great lengths to separate me from JK.

I had to hold on to the hope that he would find me, that he wouldn't give up and I believed in him.

But for now, I had to rely on myself. I had to stay sharp and vigilant. Every second counted, and I couldn't afford to let fear paralyze me. I continued my search for a way out, refusing to let despair take over.

I would find a way back to JK. I had to.