There's no mercy when I f*ck you pretty one. Dominance is what I CRAVE the most."
Synopsis :
A tragic love story of a boy who fell in love with a wrong one who tainted his mind with his own cunning lust that was carried forward by the tough male...
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Taehyung was sound asleep, so I didn't bother waking him. I got out of bed at 5:30 a.m., took a warm shower, and began my morning skincare routine. We've been staying in the wonderful wooden cabinet created by my late husband. Our modest wooden cabinet, originally a luxurious residence, is perched on the hilltop. This was a present from Jungkook to his son Taeho. This place holds a lot of bittersweet memories, yet I adored it. I assumed bringing Taeho back to this spot would make him anxious, but nothing occurred, therefore I feel he may have no memory of his true father because he never mentions him at all. Taeho is now 25 and works. He was living with his girlfriend, who will be visiting today. Taemin is now 20, and he clearly resembles his father, Kim Taehyung. Life was fine, but returning here felt like a distant past I never wanted to recreate. But after the procedures are completed, I will legally hand over this house to Taeho and never look back. Perhaps this region reminds so much of Jungkook, and it fits his mysterious dark vibe as well. It was quite serene and peaceful here. But at night, it seemed ominous, but nothing worried us. With Jungkook gone, all of his rivals vanished. I grabbed my shawl and decided to go for a walk in the vast garden resting in front of our house.
"Such a peaceful day." She says this while caressing the border of her arms. "It has been years since we lost you, Jungkook, yet I still feel grateful. If you hadn't sacrificed yourself, I wouldn't be alive and happy today."
It was the tall brunette's death anniversary, so Y/n planned a supper to share among the destitute and donate some to the orphanage where the tall brunette grew up. Namjoon was visiting his brother alongside Jimin and Jin. Kim Taehyung, Y/n's spouse, was the gracious one who welcomed them all for a meal and requested them to stay the night. He was a nice man, and she was pleased that he embraced both her and the tall brunette's baby. The tall brunette's spirit manifested itself through the dream of having a normal family. He left, yet his energy remained in her life. The tall brunette's smile, fury, and poker face may always be seen in the doe eyes of their little son Taeho. Taeho's resemblance to his late father grows stronger as he grows older, which hurts her heart at times. Y/n disliked him his entire life, but since his death, she has been torn between forgiving him and his sins and holding a bitter vengeance against him till the day she dies.
"Good morning, love. What are you doing here? It's quite cold." Taehyung put his coat around her warm body and held her affectionately.
"I'm just sore you naughty boy." Y/n boop the nose.
"Let me check where it hurts my baby?" Taehyung winks at her, shamelessly.
"There's no need. I know you're going to appreciate touching me so intimately.
"So what if I enjoy touching you, Y/n? You are my wife, and I am deeply in love with you. Don't you think it's good for me to do whatever makes you happy?" He leans closer for a kiss, but she refuses.
"Stop it, Taehyung; we have a guest coming today, and I need to prepare everything. We need to visit Jungkook as well." Y/n informed him.
He broke the hug. "Honestly, I don't like it when you speak of him after whatever misery he put you through."
