​"I'll paint you with my blood. Every inch of your skin, red and marked" He burned her world to the ground just to see if she would rise from the ashes. Now, the smoke is starting to choke them both. What started as a calculated game of vengeance has spiraled into a toxic lifeline. He thought he was the architect of her misery, the one who broke her spirit and reshaped it in his image. She became a beautiful, jagged mess-a masterpiece of his own making-fueled by the same hatred that kept him alive. But the cage he built for her is no longer his. New players have entered the arena, and the game has evolved into a war he never prepared for. When the hunter becomes the protector, the lines between obsession and survival blur. In a world where hate is the only currency, keeping her caged is no longer an act of power-it's a death sentence. Happy reading ahead 🍓🍀

She was the kind of woman love was written for - gentle, faithful, and innocent. She loved quietly, believing marriage was sacred and loyalty could hold everything together. Her devotion lived in patience, in trust, in the way she gave her whole heart without fear. And him... he was cold, arrogant, and cruel beneath the surface. A man who believed he could have whatever he wanted. To the world, he was ruthless and untouchable, but with her, he wore a perfect mask - the devoted husband, the soft kisses, the careful words that made her believe she was his only truth. She believed him. But behind that mask, he was living a second life. He thought loyalty was guaranteed, that she would never leave. And then the past returned - not just another woman, but a chapter he never closed. Secret meetings turned into stolen nights, nights spent in another woman's arms while his wife waited at home, unaware that betrayal sat beside her every day. He came home carrying lies like perfume, never thinking of consequences. Arrogance convinced him he was untouchable, that forgiveness would always be waiting. But no betrayal stays hidden forever. Somewhere ahead, the mask will slip. The truth will shatter her innocence, and his world of control will begin to collapse. Because betrayal doesn't just break the one who is cheated on... It becomes the punishment of the one who thought he'd never be caught. And when that moment comes, the question will remain: Will she forgive the man who destroyed her loyalty? Or will she rise from the ruins, leaving him to drown in regret? This is not just a story of love. It is the beginning of a storm - of innocence meeting cruelty, of forgiveness standing at the edge of revenge. Until he is caught. Until she must decide... Will she remain the wife who loved quietly... Or become the woman he will regret forever?

⋆｡°✩ 𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑯 ✩°｡⋆ - 𝑽𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝑹𝒖𝒊𝒏 - ⋆⟡⋆ "Stop..." her voice trembled, breaking under the weight of everything she was feeling. "We can't do this... this is wrong... you're my-" "I don't care what I am to you," he cut her off, his voice low, controlled, but dangerous in a way that made her chest tighten. "Say it again and I'll still do the same thing." Her eyes filled with tears instantly, shaking her head as she stepped back. "This is a sin... what you're doing... it's a sin..." A dark smile touched his lips-not soft, not kind. "Then be sinful," he whispered. She stared at him in disbelief, hurt flashing across her face. "How can you say that so easily... how can you not feel anything..." "Because I don't pretend like you do," he replied, his gaze locking onto hers with something sharp, something consuming. "You feel it too. You just don't have the courage to accept it." "I don't," she said immediately, her voice cracking. "I hate this... I hate you..." "Liar." The word came out calm. Certain. "You hate what this makes you feel," he continued, stepping closer, slow, deliberate. "But don't confuse that with hating me." Her breath hitched as he closed the distance. "You should be ashamed..." she whispered, tears slipping down. "You're destroying everything..." "No," he murmured, his voice dropping even lower. "I'm taking what was never meant to be his either." Her lips parted, but no words came out this time. "Go ahead," he added softly, almost mockingly. "Call it wrong. Call it a mistake. Call it whatever helps you sleep." A pause. Then- "But don't pretend you don't feel it." Her silence said everything. And that's what made him smile. "Some sins don't feel wrong... until it's too late."

A newlywed couple from another country moves in, welcomed by a friendly neighbor who hides a deadly obsession. After he kills her husband and takes his place, how can she tell who is real and who is lying after she lost her memory? inspired by the movie: secret obsession 🤫

I rest my head on the desk, with tears slowly flow down my cheeks.I shut my eyes tightly.The words that he just spilled just now, succesfully made my heart shattered into pieces. My whole body ached. I'm so exhausted because I only had the chance to sleep for 2 hours. Minutes after, I fall asleep. Not bothered with Jungkook who is yelling, mad at me like he's insane. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Turning the doorknob and open the door, the first thing I see is Jungkook standing thereㅡ couple steps away from me, admiring the view from the rooftop. "Jungkook-ah!" I greet. He turns around to face me but his expression is not as happy as mine. "Jungkook-ah..Saengil chutka hamni-" "Let's break up!" "Huh?" °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° Kim Yoona's life was miserable. She had no one left to call family after her parents died in a car accident. Had no friends to lend her the shoulder to lean whenever she's walking through her dark times. School? Was like a living hell to her. She has been bullied most of the times by the one and only, Jeon Jungkook. The boy who basically had everything he wants, Jeon Jungkook is living his best life along with his bunch of great friends and a pretty hot girlfriend. Not to mention he's also super rich and was blessed with the handsome face that basically melted all girls' hearts away. And he also had one thing that he loves to do whenever he's at schoolㅡ making Yoona's life even miserable. No one knows why did he hate her with passion when all she did was breathing. He had promised himself, to make sure that Yoona is not going to survive the high school peacefully. And that he had to ruin her everytime he got the chances to do so.

❝𝗜 𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗬𝗻..𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲❞ he whispered to me, his eyes held no regret but a slight guilt. With a heavy breath, I asked him,❝𝗪𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲?❞ he looked at me for a moment and sighed.❝𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗬𝗻..𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲?❞ my heart was scattering and tearing apart at each moment, how did I manage to love this man? He is not the man I married.. 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: BTS fanfiction, Angst, smut 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲: cheating, second woman, guilt and anger, second chance, love triangle, smut 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 : 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸! ⓄⓋⒺⓇⓋⒾⒺⓌ Jeon Yn a good wife who always intended to live a happy life with her husband Jeon Jungkook until he starts falling out of love and finds himself cheating on her with his secretary.As he knew his wife would never leave him, he faked his death. However, the circumstances change each time him tries to pursue his wife back who chooses to move on and start a new life. 🇹​🇴​ 🇰​🇳​🇴​🇼​ 🇲​🇴​🇷​🇪​ ʀᴇᴀᴅ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄? By @fianawr. Instagram: @fianaaww

Jeon Jungkook never asked for an arranged marriage-but as the heir to a powerful family, duty outweighs desire. Forced to marry Jeon Y/n, a kind and devoted woman who tries her best to be the perfect wife, Jungkook finds himself unable to let go of his past. His heart still belongs to Lee Jia, his ex-girlfriend and first love, who left him behind but never truly left his mind. No matter what Y/n does-her cooking, her patience, her quiet love-Jungkook can't help but compare her to Jia. To him, Y/n is not her. He treats her with cold indifference, blinded by nostalgia and unresolved love. But while Y/n quietly suffers, she begins to question her worth and whether loving someone who refuses to see her will ever be enough. As truths unfold and hearts begin to crack, the question remains: Will Jungkook realize the value of what he has before it's too late?

"High schooler? What are you doing studying at a strip club like this?" I was skeptical whether to answer or not as he continued staring at me. Considering an unknown man just forced his way in this room only god knows what could occur. Unaware of what to do, I remained exactly where I was. Ready to run inside the club if he tried anything weird. I believe he sensed how uncomfortable I was, hence what he did next made me feel at ease. Well a little. "Jeon Jungkook, son of this damned club owner", he extended his arm. Warning: explicit content, coarse language, violence, sensitive subjects.

" not even death can do us apart " __ 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮 : angst, tragedy cover picture credit : ardhagaruda on Instagram. © kooffeecup - 2 0 2 3