18. "A Doll in the Devil's Grip"

43 3 2
                                    

The faint morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Yn stirred awake, her body aching, and her heart heavy with pain. Memories of the night before flooded her mind—the anger, the force, the way Jungkook had claimed control over her. Tears pricked at her eyes as the horrifying images replayed over and over again.

She curled into herself, burying her face into the pillow, her sobs muffled but relentless. The weight of her situation bore down on her, making it hard to breathe. She wanted to scream, to run away from it all, but she felt trapped in every way—physically, emotionally, and mentally. After what felt like hours, she forced herself to stop crying. Summoning every ounce of courage, she pushed herself out of the bed, determined to face the day.

She shuffled into her own bedroom, needing some semblance of space. The walls of this mansion felt suffocating, but at least here, she could be alone. Yn stepped into the bathroom, letting the warm water from the shower wash away the remnants of the night, though the scars on her soul remained untouched. As she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out, her heart froze.

There he was—Jungkook, sitting on her bed, waiting for her. His presence loomed over the room like a storm cloud. He sat with his legs crossed, one arm draped casually over the backrest, but his face was unreadable. Cold. Empty.

Yn’s breath hitched, her hand instinctively gripping the towel tighter against her chest. Panic surged through her veins, and she took a step back, her back colliding with the cold bathroom doorframe. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the air between them was suffocatingly still.

Jungkook’s gaze flickered over her, taking her in from head to toe. His expression betrayed nothing—no anger, no regret, no softness. Just cold indifference. Yn was frozen in place, unable to speak, unable to move. Her heartbeat drummed loudly in her ears as he stood up, his tall frame towering over her small figure.

He took a step toward her, and instinctively, she stepped back. But there was nowhere left to go. Her back hit the wall, trapping her. Jungkook stopped just a step away, his presence overwhelming, his scent invading her senses. Tears started forming in her eyes, her fear palpable.

She lowered her gaze to the ground, desperate to avoid his piercing eyes. But his hand came up, startling her. Instead of hurting her, he cupped her chin gently, tilting her face up to meet his cold stare. His thumb brushed away a stray tear, the softness of the gesture contrasting with his tone.

Jungkook: (calm, cold) Be ready by 7 p.m. We’re attending the wedding of my business partner.

Yn blinked, her mind scrambling to process his words. She opened her mouth to respond but found no strength to speak. Her silence was enough to irritate him, and he raised an eyebrow, his tone sharpening slightly.

Jungkook: (sternly) Understood?

She nodded quickly, her fear evident in the way her body trembled. She was too afraid to refuse, too afraid to say anything that might provoke him again. His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer, searching for something in her expression, before he stepped back.

The weight of his presence lifted slightly, allowing Yn to exhale a shaky breath. Without another word, Jungkook turned and left the room, the sound of the door clicking shut behind him echoing in the silence.

Yn slid down the wall, her legs giving out beneath her as she clutched the towel tightly. The tears she had been holding back spilled freely now, the fear and exhaustion too much to bear.

At jungkook 's office - - - -

Jungkook sat in his office, staring blankly at the papers in front of him. The numbers and charts blurred as his mind drifted back to the encounter that morning. Yn’s frightened face lingered in his thoughts—the way she clutched the towel around her trembling frame, her eyes refusing to meet his, the tears threatening to fall but held back by sheer fear. His chest tightened.

REVENGE BRIDE Where stories live. Discover now