"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍"

A MONSTER

I chose to disregard his presence while I gathered the items from the first-aid kit. My focus was broken by his chuckle.

Of course, He chuckled as I glanced in the mirror and noticed him approaching, engulfed in the unsettling aura he exuded.

I couldn't help but wonder who had given you that first-aid kit. A smirk appeared on his face, and my eyes widened in fear as I considered the implications.

No! What if Jungkook found out who provided it? She would face serious consequences, and I didn't even know her name to defend myself. The woman was the purest soul I'd encountered in this house, and I couldn't let her suffer because of me.

I quickly closed the box and stood up, trying to ignore him. But he seized my wrist forcefully, causing the first-aid kit to drop to the floor. As I stumbled back as his solid chest collided with mine.

"What the hell?" I hissed in annoyance, but he merely chuckled, slipping away like a sly fox. I met his deep black eyes, filled with an identical animosity towards me.

They glimmered in the moonlight, captivating me with their intensity. A smirk adorned his striking face, and his tousled hair falling over his forehead only added to his allure. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing broad shoulders.

His sculpted features were striking, and he looked almost devilish in his black tuxedo. Under different circumstances, I might have found myself utterly infatuated with him.

He must have broken countless hearts to end up married to me. A man like him certainly isn't single, considering how obsessed the entire country is with him. Surely he had a girlfriend. But did he sacrifice that love for the sake of revenge? It made me wonder just how beautiful she was.

Lost in such thoughts, I suddenly felt his hand on my nape, drawing me closer. His touch sent chills down my spine as I noticed him examining the bandage around my neck, still fresh from where he had nearly sliced it.

"I love torturing, you" he whispered with a wicked grin that made me want to wipe that smirk off his face. Every time he looked at me with that intensity, it stirred something inexplicable within me. Shaking off my thoughts, I shot him a glare. Torture me? What was I, a plaything for him!?

I wanted to slice you into pieces He spoke making me raise a brow as I smirked at him

An urge to retaliate surged within me. "Then why don't you?" I retorted with a sassy grin, confident he wouldn't harm me. To my surprise, he smiled and replied,

"Not at all. I want you to kneel and beg for your death, darling." His voice was low and husky, sending a shiver of fear down my spine.

Begging? For death? What kind of twisted fantasy was he immersed in?

He had already tormented me enough, but somehow that wasn't enough for him? I gazed back at him with a mixture of anger and confusion.

As he caressed my chin, I felt the chill of fear rising. "A person like you doesn't deserve to live happily," he said as he grabbed my jaw tightly, making it hard for me to breathe. I struggled against his grip, but he seemed to revel in my discomfort.

"You've turned me into the deadliest monster alive."

He spat the words, his eyes darkening with disdain, as if I were nothing more than trash to him. His remarks always cut deep, trapping me in a spell of my own making.

I knew I wasn't in the wrong, and no one, least of all him, had the right to belittle me. Yet his disdain made me question my worthiness, crafted a bond that was almost impossible to break.

What had I done to deserve his wrath?

I blinked back tears, determined not to let them fall, feeling resolute and unwilling to show my vulnerability to him. My gaze remained fixed on his dark, intense eyes as I sensed his desire, feeling the weight of his gaze on my skin.

As the pressure mounted within me, I stood frozen, his intimidating presence both alluring and threatening. The pain in my chin intensified under his tightening grip.

I bit my lip, fighting back tears.

He released my chin roughly, leaving red marks in his wake. I glared at him, but he turned away, heading to his wardrobe, making me feel insignificant and frustrated.

I sighed as I picked up the first-aid kit, fully aware that I couldn't expect happiness from this house, especially not from him.

Descending the stairs, I handed the box over to another maid, trying to take in the vastness of the mansion that felt like a world unto itself.

Just imagine living with someone who adores you, freeing you from insecurities...

Yet I knew I may never find that happiness in this life.

As I climbed the stairs toward his room, I wished for a space of my own, feeling a flicker of fear about what he might do. I pushed the thought away, biting my lip in frustration at Jungkook's actions.

His words haunted me; it felt as though he cast spells on me. I swore if he uttered another cruel remark, he would come to regret it. Sniffling, I wiped my nose and walked back to the room, letting my racing thoughts lead me. The longer I waited for him to sleep, the more peaceful my rest would be; otherwise, he would watch me like a hawk, giving me nightmares.

Finally, I entered his room and found him in his pajamas, looking incredibly attractive. Wait, what was I thinking? He was my enemy; I needed to focus. He could melt an iceberg with that look.

But where would I sleep?

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