"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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The soft fragrance of lavender and vanilla filled the room, her gentle scent clinging to every surface, calming yet profoundly haunting in its familiarity. Y/N sat propped against the headboard, her delicate figure almost ethereal in the dim light, a peacefulness covering her as her hands gently traced the gentle curve of her growing belly.
She closed her eyes, letting the quiet fill her senses, grounding herself in the warmth and life that pulsed beneath her hands. Despite the turmoil and pain that had shattered her world, this was her one anchor, the one reason she still found strength to endure. Each caress over her baby bump was a promise—a vow to protect and cherish this life, even if the world around her felt like it was crumbling.
Her thoughts drifted, bittersweet and conflicted. Memories of her mother’s smile, Hoseok’s quiet support, Yoongi’s steady presence—all of them echoed faintly in her mind, offering some solace against the dark storm that Jungkook’s menacing figure and Lia’s scheming presence had cast over her.
Opening her eyes, she took a deep, calming breath, softly whispering to the child within, "No matter what happens, little one, I’ll keep you safe. You’re my hope... my light in all this darkness." The words hung softly in the air, as if filling the room with a sense of quiet strength, an unwavering bond that no one could break.
Her voice quivered as she spoke, a faint smile trembling through her tears. She gently stroked her belly, her touch filled with a motherly warmth, a bond already growing between her and the tiny life within.
“How are you doing in there, hm?” she murmured softly, her voice barely a whisper. “I hope... I hope you’re feeling safe, my little one.” Her fingers traced small circles over her bump, her touch light and tender, as though the slightest pressure might disturb the precious life she was carrying.
The tears she tried so hard to hold back slipped free, warm droplets tracing silent paths down her cheeks. But even through the sorrow, there was a small glimmer of joy, a precious spark of hope that wouldn’t fade. She closed her eyes and pressed her hand over her heart, steadying herself with a shaky breath.
“No matter what happens out there,” she whispered, “I’ll be right here, protecting you... loving you.” Her lips curved into a gentle smile, finding strength in this quiet moment, an unwavering promise in her words that no one could take from her. “You’re my everything now.”
As the room fell silent again, her heart beat softly in rhythm with the new life inside her, a steady reminder that even in her darkest days, love would keep her going.
A pang of hunger rumbled within her, pulling her back from her swirling thoughts. She shifted carefully, pushing herself off the bed, and grabbed a glass from the nightstand before heading to the kitchen.
The soft fabric of her nightgown brushed against her legs as she walked, the dim light casting gentle shadows in the quiet house. She moved slowly, her hand instinctively resting on her belly, seeking a steadying comfort in its familiar weight.
