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?

"𝘼𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄'𝙢 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 .!" ~His words are printed in my heart like a picture.. Wang Y/n, a heartless mafia with past traumas and the mysterious death of her father that still haunts her and Jeon Jungkook, innocent, fragile, mysterious boy who's 2 years younger than her who accidentally came into her mafia world but now his world revolves around Wang Y/n.. From a lost boy to being a journey of her Sugar Baby, Forbidden Thoughts, erotic nights, warm feelings, being eachother's comfort and a heartbreaking departure, then meeting again after being more mature for their feelings.. Will both of them be able confess their feelings? Will she ever be able to come out of her trauma? Will the puzzles of her life ever be solved? Will they both be able to unite in the end? ★__"Play with yourself infront of me darling, I wanna see it.." ★__"Lay down on the bed and keep your head on the headboard, let me please your body today, my pretty babyboy" ★__"I don't like when anyone touches my precious things, you're just mine, pretty boy.." ★__"Noona, I don't want to leave you don't push me away from you.." ★__"You're going to stay close to me even if you go far away.." "Mommy's Babyboy" ||JJK(18+) ~Miinsluvyn on Wattpad Instagram ~ @meeraverse_ <3 No copy, repost!

"𝗔𝗮-𝗮𝗵𝗵 𝗱-𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗶-𝗶𝘁 𝗜-𝗶 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁-𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝘁-𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀-𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗶𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝘀..." -𝖸𝗇 𝖲𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖢𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖡𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖴𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖻 𝖮𝖿 𝖴𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖩𝖤𝖮𝖭 𝖩𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖪𝖮𝖮𝖪. "𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗼 𝗨𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬" -𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗒. 𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖸𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍? 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅? 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 🔞𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: -𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓. -𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗.

"Still acting like you hate me?" His voice was venom as two fingers drove in, knuckles deep, relentless. "Then fucking hate me with your legs wide open." Jeha's head snapped back, a cry torn from her throat. "You're sick." He grinned, teeth grazing her jaw. "No, I'm yours. And you? You're fucking mine." He curled inside her, slow and punishing. "This wet little cunt says thank you every time I ruin it." "Go to hell," she spat, nails carving red down his back. "Already burning, baby." He shoved deeper. "And you're coming with me, dripping and ruined." She moaned - unwilling, furious. His grip tightened. "Yeah, make that sound again," he growled. "Louder. Let everyone know who fucks the fight out of you." "This means nothing," she hissed, defiant even through the tremble. He slammed into her with a twisted smile. "It means everything. That's why you're trembling like a whore in heat." She whimpered - helpless, furious, undone. And he leaned in close, mouth at her ear. "You begged for the monster." A brutal thrust. "Now choke on him." Tears burned in her eyes - not from pain, but fury. Shame. Lust. All tangled into something she didn't have words for. He smiled. Dark. Triumphant. "That's it," he whispered. "Break for me. Cry for me. Come for me." Another thrust. "And when you do, remember who owns the fucking wreckage."

This is the season 2 of "MR PERFECT'S BABY WIFE" If u haven't read season 1. U can go and check it out. I promise u will have a fun time reading it. Y/n:"where's my gift?" JK:"what gift?" Y/n:"oh come on everyone's boyfriends and husbands gifts their partner something on thier graduation day. Sooooo where's mine?" JK:"i didn't bought any gifts for u." Y/n:"u are lying. I know u got something for me. So show me." JK:"i will show u. How about the gift my Princess have been wanting all this years."

A story where a girl would do anything to get rid of her studies including getting married with a Mafia king but fate played opposite of it even after getting married she had to continue her studies.... Y/n: but u said I don't have to study anymore Y/d: well that was lie Y/n: WHAT... u lied to me Y/d: yes and I know now that u are with JUNGKOOK u will do a lot better in ur studies . . . . . Y/n: sometimes it feels like that after he was born instead of honey they feed him coffee that is why he's so cold and rude always talking bitterly JK: oh so I always talk bitterly huh.... Y/n: d-daddy... JK: princess didn't u knew that back bitching is a bad thing and u shouldn't do that Y/n: I a-am sorry..... _______________________ ⚠ the female lead in this story is childish and immature so if u don't like this type of stories than stay out. ⚠

" 𝐏-𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦-𝐦𝐞" "𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝" || 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 || 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫? 𝐎𝐫 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭? 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭>> 🔞🔞 ╰⪼𝐣𝐣𝐤 x 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐲/𝐧)🩰

⚠ EXPLICIT CONTENT ⚠ ❝ Show me those tears baby- ❞ he menacingly cornered her, ❝ You have grown some claws, I should chop them ❞ slamming her against the edge of the cruise ship . The evil in his dark eyes glinting under the stormy night. ❝ I will make your life a living hell Jeon Yn, MARK MY WORDS. ❞ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 🚫 THIS STORY IS NOT FOR THE WEAK HEARTED. THIS CONSISTS ABUSE, FORCED INTIMACY, MENTIONS OF SELF HARM. @lilac_bangtanfics97

⚠️ They told me monsters lived in the dark-I never knew I'd marry one, A man who kissed me like a prayer and broke me like a curse. Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Y/n swore she'd never bow to the mafia world. But he thrives on breaking rules-especially hers. Every punishment tightens the chains, every touch blurs the line between hate and hunger. In the end, only one question remains-who survives the contract of sin? Warning : This story contains themes of violence, abuse, strong language, sexuality and other mature themes. ❌️DO NOT COPY MY WORK

❝Stop judging me so hard, Mr. Jeon. People have 𝘴𝘦𝘹. Get over it!❞ "I'm not judging you; I'm judging him," his dark voice went traveling down your sweet panties. "He came in two minutes." "So?" Hot embarrassment. That's what is on your face. "I can fuck way better than that." He casually cleaned his firearm before putting it back in the holster. His formal shirt stretched over his muscular pecs, the on-guard position, and his always attentive eyes. Your bodyguard's sex appeal ran miles, and you had never not noticed. He made you feel hot. One wrong move from anyone towards you, and he looked like he would break and skewer limbs. You felt so...𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙. So cared for. So his. "No one cares about how you fuck," you shoot back. He drops his eyes, a swishing glance at your body. Emotions hardly betrayed his face. He assessed me like he could see my body and feel me. Break down the actions of my young body and read them like an open book. "Your nipples tell a different story, babydoll."