Jeon Jungkook, cold-hearted, dominant, and emotionally closed off, is the only son of Korea's top business tycoon. Trained abroad for years to take over the empire, he returns home only to be met with a cruel condition from his dying father: marry YN, or forget the company. YN is his father's best friend's orphaned daughter, abandoned by her stepmother after her father's death. She's soft-spoken, innocent, kind-hearted, and completely alone in the world. Taken in by Mr. Jeon out of loyalty and compassion, she's raised under the same roof but always treated like an outsider by Mrs. Jeon. When Jungkook returns, he sees YN as nothing but a burden. A silent girl with no place in his glamorous, dominant world. But he agrees to the marriage for the company on one condition: she will belong to him completely. Behind closed doors, Jungkook uses YN like his personal stress reliever. He never speaks kindly, never shows affection, and only touches her when his frustration peaks. YN, with no one else in the world, quietly takes it all never complaining, never fighting back. In public, Jungkook is the perfect husband. At home, he treats her like a possession. But YN's silence hides wounds deeper than he knows. And her obedience might not be a weakness it might be her shield. As their nights grow darker and more possessive, Jungkook begins to feel something he's never allowed himself: need. And when the obedient bride starts to matter more than he expected, everything begins to fall apart..

The woods were silent, cloaked in mist and mystery. Twigs cracked beneath his boots as Jeon Jungkook walked with calculated steps, the chill of the forest matching the cold in his eyes. But something shifted-an instinct sharpened by years of distrust. He halted. There was someone behind him. In a blink, he turned and slammed the figure against a tree, one hand gripping the collar while the other drew a gleaming pocket knife from his coat. Its blade kissed the soft skin of the person's throat-threatening, precise, unflinching. His cold gaze met wide, terrified eyes. It was her. But he didn't move. His expression remained carved in stone-emotionless and cruel. The knife stayed near her neck as his breath hitched, not from shock, but from something darker. "Why the f*ck are you following me?" he growled, his voice low and venom-laced. "I-I... y-young m-master, I-I was a-afraid t-to stay there a-alone... t-that's why I f-followed y-you..." she stammered, her voice trembling like the rest of her. Fear shimmered in her eyes-but he didn't care. He didn't flinch. Instead, with no warning, no mercy, he leaned in and crashed his lips onto hers-rough, demanding, and overpowering. It wasn't love. It wasn't gentle. It was a storm. prince x maid

" you shouldn't have do this th...is is wrong . I can't accept i..t " Fragile girl and crying in front of her obsessed love who have claimed her like personal property " He smirked and pull her closer enough to let her feel their breath mixing and whisper " your destiny is not bounded with prince sweetheart, you deserve a devil like me to take care a flower like you "

Yn: Happy birthday, Mr. Jeon. Jk: YOU ARE FIRED!! Yn: I will make you eat lunch. He throws the tiffin box into the dustbin. ?: MR. JEON SLIPPED!! Yn: W-What?!! Namjoon: Nurse or Yn? Jk: ....... Yn: Don't tell me you haven't bathed all these days. Jk: I haven't. Yn: I hope you can wash your precious private parts, or do you need help there too? Jk: ... Yn: My resignation letter. Yn: I never thought caring for you would be considered so low. She wipes her bleeding lips, her eyes filled with tears. Jk: I am s-sorry. Namjoon: Leave it to fate, Jungkook... Yn: Would you not like to see my baby bump? She moves forward and whispers, "Open my blazer, Mr. Jeon."

They said the devil doesn't walk among humans. They lied. Jeon Jungkook is not just a name... it's a warning. They call him insane, but even insanity would tremble in his shadow. He's a storm in human form, ruthless, sadistic, utterly untouchable. He doesn't play games...he writes his own rules, and the price of crossing him is more than blood...it's your soul. Alena never asked to be here. She was dragged into his world, where monsters wear human faces and loyalty is bought with blood. Her life was stolen the moment he laid eyes on her. 'Do you know what happens to those who defy me, Alena?' he whispered, his voice chillingly soft. She trembled, but didn't waver. 'They die.' His sadistic smile was a blade against her sanity. 'No, They beg to die.' Every corner of his world is drenched in blood, the deeper she goes, the more she realizes the true horror isn't just him...it's the secret he guards. Secrets that could shatter everything. He's willing to kill, destroy, and manipulate to get what he wants. This isn't a love story. It's a battle for survival. Because in his hands, even the strongest wills shatter. And in her heart, one question haunts her... Can she escape the devil, or is she destined to burn with him? Surviving in Jeon's estate isn't just about staying alive.... It's about not losing your mind. Welcome to this game of bloodbath And pray you make it out alive... JJKXALENA (Season 1) ✨📚Credits Storyline to dialogues, everything in this book is entirely my own creation. Please do not repost, copy or claim any part of this work as yours. 📕 Book cover: Petalnprose (DO NOT COPY) (Everything in this book is imaginary, only the BTS members are real and used as a muse for this book, they're the exact opposite of how they're portrayed)

"I'm trying so fucking hard to be gentle, angel... but the way your tight little cunt keeps squeezing my cock...fuck!" Jeon Jungkook's voice was low and strained as he rolled his hips slowly, pushing his thick length deeper into her soaked heat. She was impossibly soft everywhere. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him like velvet, pulling him in greedily even as her body trembled from the stretch. Her hands clutched desperately at his shoulders, nails digging into his tattooed skin. Those big, innocent eyes were half-lidded and glassy, tears slipping down her flushed cheeks every time he bottomed out. Her breasts bounced softly with every thrust, full, perky, and so sensitive that even the brush of his chest against her hard nipples made her whimper. "So soft," he groaned, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. "Look at you... taking every inch like a good girl even though you're shaking. Your pretty pussy was made for this, wasn't it? Made to get ruined by me." She let out a broken moan, thighs quivering around his waist as she clenched tighter around him. The sight of her, shy, overwhelmed, and dripping wet just for him, made something dark and possessive twist deep in his chest. He kissed her tears away, then whispered against her ear. "Don't cry, baby... I'm only getting started."

"You might be my wife but my heart belongs to her" Jjk ~ "I was so used to your negligence that your desire for me scares me now." Yn ~ He hated her till he bled until he couldn't anymore and faded in her memories Happy Reading Ahead~ Highly Angst

The man with power, who was domineering each business world doesn't seems to know how to show his affection, all he know was to protect his love one but what if he couldn't make it.! He couldn't protect his love! The heart heals but it never forgets the ache, you wasn't even sad anymore, you were numb and you knew somehow that numb was worse, he kissed your forehead for the last time and close his eyes forcing each emotions to bury deep inside the darkness into the corner of his heart.! ♡Sad - Love Story♡

The saddest kind of sadness is when your tears can't even drop and you feel nothing, It's like the world has just ended, you don't cry, you don't hear, you don't see. And you don't Talk!