"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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Y/n pov ;
I stepped out of her embrace, the weight of my emotions still heavy in my chest as tiny tears continued to brim from my cold eyes. My hands trembled as I wiped at them, but the tears didn’t stop, falling quietly down my cheeks.
Mom's eyes softened with a mixture of concern and sympathy as she looked at me, her own tears threatening to spill over. Yet, despite the sadness, she managed to smile through them, her expression full of love and reassurance.
"You’re so strong, Y/N," she said softly, her voice full of tenderness. "No matter what happens, we’ll get through this together."
Her smile, though tinged with sorrow, was a reminder that, even in the darkest moments, I wasn't truly alone.
I smiled softly through my slow, shaky breaths, trying to ground myself in the moment. But as my eyes darted toward my stepdad, a chill ran through me. The sight of him, standing there calmly, triggered a rush of memories—memories I wasn’t ready to face.
"Your dad is the one who killed my brother. Your mom is the one who planned to kill your dad."
Jungkook's venomous words echoed in my mind, sharp and unforgiving. Each syllable felt like a dagger, the weight of his accusations pulling me deeper into a pit of confusion and fear. His words haunted me, tearing through the fragile peace I had been clinging to since I arrived here.
My breath hitched, and for a moment, everything around me seemed to blur. I tried to shake it off, but his anger, his hatred, felt real—too real. And the idea that my family might be connected to something darker, something more dangerous, made my heart race.
I forced myself to focus on the present, on the people around me, but Jungkook’s words lingered, unsettling and impossible to ignore.
"How are you, mi lady?" he asked, his voice smooth but cold, as if he were speaking to a stranger rather than someone he cared about.
I rolled my eyes internally, trying to push down the surge of emotions rising in me. His tone, so detached and formal, seemed to only amplify the anger building up inside me. It wasn’t just the coldness in his voice—it was everything that had happened, all the lies and the tension that had been brewing for so long.
I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to stay composed, but the frustration swelled. The memories of Jungkook's harsh words, his possessive anger, the bitterness—everything seemed to fuel the fire in my chest. I was done with the manipulation, the games, and the false civility. I wasn’t going to let this moment slip by without confronting it.
"I am fine, Dad," I said, my voice steady but carrying a sharp edge. "Nothing’s wrong. I’m just going to become a mother soon."
I emphasized the last part, letting the weight of my words settle between us. I could feel the tension rise in the room, the air thickening with unspoken truths. His coldness didn’t faze me anymore—not with everything I had just shared, and not with the storm that was brewing inside me.
