A girl Y/N who lost her mother after birth, her father got married to another women who never think of Y/N as her daughter, she hit her called her useless, but Y/N's grandmother raise her but she died when Y/N was a child...
She gets young as a simp...
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She felt her breath hitch, her chest tightening as if the air had been sucked out of the room. Her fingers trembled slightly as she gripped the edge of the couch, frozen in place. And then her heart plummeted.
It was him....It was Yeon-Joon.
I shouldn't have opened the door... The thought screamed inside her head, but it was too late.
A lump formed in her throat, and she instinctively took a step back. Fear clawed at her insides as she felt the weight of his presence.
The past came rushing back the pain, the torment, the countless nights she had spent trying to forget everything.
Her hand moved to her swollen belly protectively, her heart hammering against her ribcage.
His eyes darkened as he followed her movement, and then, as if confirming his suspicion, he spoke.
"It's mine...right?"
His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it, something sinister lurking beneath. His sharp gaze locked onto her demanding an answer.
Her breath hitched. Panic surged through her veins as she quickly shook her head. "No."
The endearment felt like a blade against her skin. He had no right to call her that. Not after everything he had done to her.
She stepped back instinctively, but her lower back met the couch trapping her. He was in front of her now, towering over her, the scent of his expensive cologne mixed with something darker something dangerous.
Her heartbeat pounded against her chest as he leaned in his breath ghosting over her hair. His fingers brushed against a strand and then he inhaled deeply.
"Ahh… how much I've missed this" he murmured, wrapping a firm arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
A shudder ran down her spine.
She pushed against his chest, her nails digging into his jacket but he barely moved. Instead, his other hand shot up to her neck gripping just enough to make her feel the power he held over her.
She gasped, panic tightening around her lungs as she struggled against his grip. Her hands clawed at his wrist but it was useless. He was stronger.
"Tell me it's mine" he whispered, his voice like poison, his fingers flexing against her skin. "I knew it but I just want to confirm."
She shook her head again, tears brimming in her eyes. "No" she choked out.
His grip loosened slightly, but only to move his fingers under her chin, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to meet his dark gaze.
