"you are only mine babygirl you can't escape from me you are mine to love mine to fuck mine to destroy all your body and soul mind and heart is mine little girl got it " the male said
Jeon jungkook is a rich billionaire in the country and under gro...
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Jungkook pov
The sound of her shoes tapping lightly against the floor echoed as Lia stood in front of me, her presence heavy in the air. Her eyes, a striking shade of siren blue, shimmered with unshed tears, but her face remained hardened, the tension palpable. She stood tall, every inch of her radiating defiance, her scoffing expression fixed firmly on her face. Her gaze was locked onto him, a silent challenge in the way her eyes hardened, as if daring him to make the next move. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension.
"Are you happy now?" Lia's voice rang out, sharp and clear, cutting through the thick silence between us. The words hung in the air, heavy with accusation. I stood still, my face an impassive mask, offering nothing in response. Her eyes searched mine for a sign, for any hint of emotion, but I gave none. My blank expression only seemed to fuel the frustration in her gaze, as if my silence was the answer she feared the most.
"Where is that Jungkook? The one who always cared about me, who loved only me? Where is the Jungkook who treated me like I was the only one? The one who stood by my side, who made me feel like I was his whole world?" Her voice cracked with raw emotion, rising until it was almost a yell, her breath coming in harsh, frustrated gasps. She stared at me, waiting, hoping for some reaction, any sign that I cared—but I just stood there, showing nothing. My expression remained cold, unmoved, as her words hung heavy between us.
Her eyes, rimmed red and filled with unshed tears, gazed up at me with a depth of pain I could hardly bear to see. She placed one hand gently on her stomach, where there was nothing to show yet—just a subtle promise, a life that had only just begun. “Can you feel it?” she whispered, her voice trembling as she took my hand and pressed it softly to her cheek, her warmth mingling with the dampness of her tears. “Can you?” she asked again, her voice breaking as tears spilled silently down her face, one after another, each one cutting deeper than words ever could. And yet, I stood there, speechless, unable to find anything to say, feeling the weight of her sorrow but powerless to reach back.
Without a word, I pushed her away, breaking the fragile contact between us. She stumbled slightly but managed to steady herself, her legs trembling beneath her. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and wounded, holding herself together even as her composure began to crack. The silence between us felt like a chasm, her hurt palpable in the air, but I refused to let myself falter, holding firm as she struggled to stay standing in front of me.
"Why are you pushing me away?" she cried, her voice raw with hurt and desperation. Her words echoed, but I steadied myself, my expression cold and unyielding.
"It's all because of you," I snapped, my voice laced with bitterness as I spat the words at her. "If you hadn’t shown her the way, she wouldn’t have left the mansion. I wouldn’t have had to chase her at all." The harshness of my tone cut through the air like a knife, and I watched her face fall as my words landed, wounding her in a way I couldn't take back.
