........ How could you do this taehyung How could you? You are a sinner.you will pay for this. ( holding his collar) Taehyung.- shut up. You don't have any right to blame me because you yourself is a sinner. ( removing hold from collar). The married life of college sweetheart taehyung and yn take unexpected turns. Read to find out how their love life turns upside down because of their destiny or did someone change their destiny?.Dive in to explore the story of love, obsession, betrayal and many more. Warning Contains 🔞

"Promise me you won't leave me Tae" Y/N pleaded "I'll never leave you Y/N" Taehyung answered kissing Y/n's forehead. . . . "Today I'm wearing the smile that you left me with Taehyung" Y/N spoke while tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm sorry" That was the last word I heard from him before leaving him. . . . "Let me go" Y/N yelled and tried to get out of his grip. "Y/n Please just listen to me first, I've changed Y/n...I regret everything, please give me a chance please..." He pleaded holding her hands. _____________________________ Thank you for reading, and I appreciate your support (even if you chose to suffer through this mess).

"Run as far as you want. I'll still be the one you end up with" " I woul_d kill myself rather to be with a monster like y__ou" tears escape from her eyes she pointed gun near her head . " EVEN DEATH NEEDS MY PERMISSION FOR TAKING WHATS BELONG TO JEON JUNGKOOK . He said chocking her making her feel how weak she is in front of DEVIL.

❝ 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒅𝒐, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 ❞ ❝ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚❞ ~𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐰. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐲𝐧)🔞 ® All rights reserved.

Raisa and Ved had been married for years, and together, they had a 12 -year-old daughter. When they first married, Raisa had dreams of pursuing a successful career, but she decided to put those ambitions aside to focus on her family. She devoted herself to being a supportive wife and a caring mother, believing that her sacrifices would lead to a happy and fulfilled life. However, as the years passed, things began to change. Ved, who once showered Raisa with love and attention, started to drift away. He became increasingly engrossed in his own life, focusing on his work and personal interests, leaving little time or energy for Raisa. The warmth and affection that once defined their relationship slowly faded, replaced by a cold distance that Raisa couldn't understand. Their daughter, who had always been the center of Raisa's world, began to grow up with a sense of entitlement and disrespect. She frequently misbehaved, spoke harshly to her mother, and showed little appreciation for the sacrifices Raisa had made. Despite Raisa's efforts to instill good values and maintain a loving home, her daughter's behavior became more rebellious and dismissive, adding to Raisa's growing sense of isolation and sadness. Raisa's world, once filled with the hope and joy of building a family, now felt empty and unappreciated. Her husband no longer showed any signs of love or care, and her daughter, the person she had given up so much for, treated her with disdain. Raisa found herself in a lonely place, questioning the choices she had made and wondering if the sacrifices were worth the pain she now felt. This story paints a poignant picture of a housewife who gave up her dreams for her family, only to find herself neglected and unloved by those she cherished the most. It's a tale of unspoken struggles, quiet despair, and the often-overlooked hardships faced by women who dedicate their lives to others, only to be left feeling invisible in the end.

" I can't wait to take you to my place and fuck you till dawn," his hand reached to her panty. Pulling it to the side, he caressed her labia. She struggled to free herself. " Stay still!" He snapped. " Your family killed my family, now your womb ( inserting his middle finger in her vagina ) will carry the blood of Valadimirs. You will be the one who will give birth to them but they will be raised by a pure women not by a woman like you, who whore around and fucks random dude... I can't wait to fill your vagina with my seeds" After giving a hard stroke he removed his finger out of the vagina and touched her womb. " Soon this womb of yours will have the blood of mine," he said and a tear slipped from her eyes. Eva Miller, 23, was finally free until Rafael Vladimir walked back into her life. After an one night stand she learns the truth: the man whom she had fucked hours ago was none other than her family's bloodthirsty enemy, fresh out of prison after thirteen lost years. Worse... he is the man she was promised to as a child. Rafael returns for revenge, not mercy. He wants back everything stolen from him, his name, his legacy, and his bride, Eva. They despise each other. They burn for each other. Every glance is a threat, every touch a surrender. The marriage is forced. The desire is not. Trapped between vengeance and craving, Eva and Rafael collide in a dangerous dance of power, learning each other's scars and finding solace in forbidden closeness. This is not a love story built on tenderness. It's forged in fire, vengeance, and desire. When he comes to collect what is his, neither of them will survive unchanged.

⚠️ Content Warning This story contains extremely dark themes, including: assault, attempted rape, depression, domestic violence, miscarriage, sexual abuse, stalking, statutory rape, suicide, torture, and violent death. It is a work of fiction exploring obsession, manipulation, and control. This story is not intended to romanticize or glorify abusive behavior. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Alex grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, his eyes burning with possession and danger. "You're mine now," he growled. "My wife. My hidden bride. My possession. I'll take you whenever I want, however I want, wherever I want. And if you even flinch... you'll regret it." He pressed closer, his body radiating heat and dominance, his voice dripping with obsession. "Take off your clothes, Lara. Now." She trembled, frozen, tears streaming down her cheeks as he shoved her against the wall. "This isn't a cage," he sneered. "This is hell. And I'm the devil who will take you as I please. Whenever, wherever, however. Because you belong to me." Her fingers shook as they moved toward her blouse, every motion filled with fear, shame, and an impossible desire she couldn't name. He grabbed her roughly, pushing her onto the bed, climbing over her like a predator claiming his prey. His lips crashed against hers - not gentle, not forgiving - a kiss that punished, bruised, and demanded. "Spread your legs, my little wife," he hissed. "Or I'll make you." Every nerve in her body screamed. Every heartbeat betrayed her. And yet... she couldn't look away from the dark fire in his eyes. Because with him, fear and desire were inseparable.

................ "yn... please. I'm sorry for everything."he had begged but sometimes apologies don't mean anything. Five years ago, Jungkook never imagined he would say those words. But now he stood in front of the girl he had destroyed years ago. "Your sorry can't change the past..." ______________ _________ "Mommy... is he my daddy?" The little boy asked innocently, eyes full of curiosity. YN gently held him closer. "No, baby." ''then why do they said we look alike'' ______________ _________ "I hate her so much." And some betrayals are never forgotten. But what happens when the past comes back? When secrets refuse to stay buried? Will forgiveness ever be possible... or will everything fall apart again? 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆🛑: This story contains sensitive themes including rape, family rejection, and emotional abuse which can be a sensitive topic for some readers. Just walk away if you don't like it but don't ❌ report my books Hope you enjoy!

----- "P-please let me go," she sobbed, her entire body trembling as tears streamed down her face. Jungkook let out a dark chuckle, his grip tightening around her wrist. His eyes, were wild with obsession. "Let you go?" he repeated, his voice dripping with amusement, as if the thought was ridiculous. He leaned in, his hot breath against her ear. "Oh, angel... you still don't understand, do you?" His cold fingers trailed down her cheek, possessively. "You're mine. You belong to me , your soul, body and mind, it's all mine. And no one's, get that!" She whimpered, trying to pull away, but he only pulled her closer, caging her between his strong arms. "You think you can push me away ?" he whispered darkly, his lips brushing against her ear. " go on, fight me, cry, beg but in the end, angel, you'll always end up right where you belong..." He tilted her chin up, forcing her teary gaze to meet his. "In my arms..." ------- 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⚠️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞. English isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes Enjoy !!

She walked into the lion's den for help. He closed the door and locked her fate. When Y/N enters the chairman's office seeking mercy, she doesn't expect to meet him- Kim Taehyung, the cold, untouchable billionaire she once slapped in a crowded restaurant. He remembers her eyes. He remembers her fear. He remembers the sting of her palm. And tonight, she needs something only he can give. Taehyung agrees to help her- on one condition: "Your pride... or your life. Choose, baby." She chose survival. He chose her. Now Y/N is bound to a man who hides his cruelty behind tailored suits and gentle smirks- a man the world knows as a philanthropist, but the underworld knows as V, the most dangerous name whispered after midnight. She thought she was asking for help. She didn't know she was stepping into his chains.