Disclaimer/Author's note: This book is a work of fiction, born entirely from my imagination. The characters and events depicted are not intended to represent real people or events. If any character engages in morally or ethically questionable behavior, it is not meant to be romanticized or condoned in any way.
The narrative focuses more on the villain than the hero, delving into complex and darker themes. Reader discretion is advised. If you find any content troubling or problematic, I encourage you to stop reading.
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Sincerely,
ParkAaimin.
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Chapter 1: (Aaira's pov)
17 August, 1818.
My body was already so weak from the horrors I'd faced living as her. Every day had been a fight for survival, a battle against the pain and fear from the old scientist couple tried to do horrible experiments on me.
Their cruelty and endless torture had drained all my strength. My mind felt empty, everything about me was so empty. Unable to form any thoughts, unable to understand any move. I was exhausted, really really very exhausted, unable to move, walk, or say anything.
Deep inside, I felt a terrible ache that went beyond just my body. Memories of the cruel experiments haunted me: the cold metal restraints, the sharp pain of the needles, the uncaring look in their eyes.
I had lived in constant fear. And now, I had a feeling that I might barely survive. Even if these were the last moments of my life, even if I'm gonna die today, Right now, right here, I wanted to spend each and every one of them with the love of my life, with Jungkook. Still and forever with him.
Thinking of him brought me a little peace. I remembered his gentle smile, the warmth of his hugs, the affection in his care. During the worst times, the memory of his love was the only thing that kept me going.
With a sudden fall, we tumbled into a corridor. My heart raced as I recognized where we were: the Jeon Mansion's corridor. Our Mansion's corridor.
It was as if my body got a new life for a moment. I was back. Back to my home, back to my world, back to my house, back to my palace, back to my husband, my family.
From afar, I could hear his frustrated voice. I could smell his scent. He was somewhere near me. With every bit of strength left in me, I stumbled towards the open door.
Every part of my body refused to move. It felt as though every muscle and bone had been broken and reassembled with glue.
My legs wobbled beneath me, threatening to give out at any moment, and my breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. It was as if my entire being was rebelling against the mere act of walking, convinced that I would collapse and die with the next step.
Yet, somehow, driven by the faint hope of seeing him again, I forced myself onward through the searing pain. Even if I was going to die, I wanted to die in his embrace, my last moments belonging to him and only him.
I couldn't walk properly, my legs buckling with every step. I called out in a not-so-loud voice,
Aaira: Jungkook.
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