Y/n finished her morning hair routine with ease. She couldn't walk around in disorder since she was the wealthy man's wife; even when they went outside, paparazzi trailed them. According to her chart, makeup should be applied in the morning by her or a maid who has been designated to do so. She was a simple girl before she married, with basic hairstyles and stunning, wonderful attire.

"Ma'am, Sir is calling you downstairs."
Jissul came announcing to her as she turned to the door to see how much the maid was respecting them.

"Okay, here we go. Don't address me as Ma'am, Jissul! I told you. When you call me that, I feel like we've lost our link.
Jissul said standing up from the stool.

"But sir!"
Jissul's face stiffened mentioning his name. Y/n interrupted her.

"Don't say  his name, don't mind him when we are alone you can call me by name or Y/n and don't add 'Jeon' with that."
Y/n whispered to her as she mounted the steps down holding her dress.

"Jissul please be aware of the house and other staff here while we go."
Jungkook spoke as he waited for Y/n to descend.

"Yes sir, Ma'am is here." Jissul helped y/n from the stairs.

Jungkook muttered. Y/n hesitated briefly as he approached the steps, wearing her heels and bag. Her stunning white flowery dress emphasized her curves perfectly. When Jungkook discovered this, he gritted his teeth and dragged her over to the car. Jissul sighed and left the dining area.

"Jungkook you are getting angry out of no reason!"
Y/n pleaded to relieve the grip.

"No reason?"
Jungkook stated after covering the blackboard and providing them with the desired solitude from the driver.

"You know how to make me angry, and how to please other men by this fucking dress."
Jungkook's anger was evicted in those words.

"Huh?"
She couldn't digest his words as Jungkook continued to shout.

"And this is the last warning for you, mind it!"
Jungkook hushed her as she held back her tears as possible she could.

"Please, Jungkook, I am suffering from headaches. Please, don't holler!" Jungkook grasped her neck with a balled-up hand. Her lips shake as his hot breath rips across her skin, forcing her to weep again.

"Clean away your tears. I would prefer not to see it.
Jungkook annoyingly snapped his head to the seat as he gripped more to her neck.

"Sorry..."
Her words came out barely.

"It's hurting Jungkook please leave me."
Her begging is all wasted. Her words barely came out of his grip as gasp and muffled cries.

"It's hurting right, you caused it and you suffer now."
Jungkook kissed her harshly, biting her lips and smudging her lipstick like a devil who was holding his thirst for the blood and flesh of innocent souls.

After a hard kiss, he ate her lips and the lipstick she had applied. She didn't oppose it because she couldn't understand it all. She did not prevent him from doing anything. All of it is melting and burning within her heart, like tears. The kiss was passionate, but when he began removing her dress, she gasped.

"Jungkook not now, please we are going to your parents."
Y/n tried to hold his hands in the middle of it but Jungkook yanked it away and pushed her to the seat under him.

"I don't care." 
His angry words and harsh moves made her shed tears silently accepting his cruel actions.

Jungkook inserted right in and began moving before he even had a chance to speak with her. She snapped her mouth together and grabbed the seat.
"Yes close your mouth that's better for you."
Jungkook said enjoying the crime pleasure she has to take.

Her tears kept falling as his passion and rage roused the beast inside of him. "Fuck this!"

He sighed as everything finished, and she nudged the seat since she was so uncomfortable from the force he had applied just now. She used a tissue to dab at her tears and smeared her lipstick. She spotted him straightening her dress. He didn't care what he had just done; he was just staring out the window.

Her heart erupted, filled with grief, hatred, and anger. It was too much for any girl to bear. He is once again ahead in life, and she was just twenty-two. She let out a sigh and peered out the dark window, observing the gloomy sky outside. Not as dazzling as everyone claims—it's blue. Her hours are marked by physical and psychological abrasions and bruises. Before Jungkook noticed, her eyes started to get wet once more. She immediately wiped them, sniffling. After Jungkook got out of the car, the driver opened the door for her, and the automobile stopped. She caught sight of the enormous mansion with the fountain. The horror that gave birth to Jungkook the beast. There were security personnel at every turn. The door opened to the home's main hall by
 a maid bowing at them.

She hadn't seen mom since their wedding; she couldn't see or communicate with her once they moved into his mansion, which was distant from his own house. The maid girl didn't smile back at her when she did. She realized it was also the rule at her home.

"It's okay," she muttered.

As Jungkook turned to go to the guest hall, she smiled back. Mrs. Jeon arrived with her father, Mr. Jeon, as she saw everything. He shares the same parents. They will earn everyone's esteem regardless of the circumstances in exchange for money. While doing cosmetics on the day of the marriage ceremony, she heard them disparaging her mother.

She was aware of how much she could have kept it to herself and suffered in secret. She didn't blame her parents even though they forced her to accept his marriage proposal. Mrs. Jeon hugged her, making her thoughts hazy.
"You are lost somewhere sweety, come sit."
But now their behavior was sweet.
She sat next to Jungkook, but she felt something in her stomach, Jungkook who was seated on the golden leather couch, with their backs to Mrs. and Mr. Jeon. Her hands started to tremble once more as she sensed something gripping her stomach. She clutched her stomach with the pain arising from her abdomen.

"Y/n sweety, how is your travel and how ...."
When Y/n noticed that the blood coming from her leg inside of her dress was blending with her white dress, she couldn't stand it.

Y/n mumbled as everyone watched as Mrs. Jeon abruptly stood up.
"Mom....!"

"Sweety, what happened!"
Mrs. Jeon gently grabbed her hand standing from her chair.
Her eyes moved down as Y/n's eyes met her. The urge to close her eyes engulfed her brain. Stumbling on foot Y/n tried to grab the table but she couldn't as she fell into the hands of Mrs.Jeon unconscious.

Jungkook was watching all these scenarios with fear, guilt and certain emotions that he couldn't explain.

"Take her to the hospital what are you staring Jungkook."
Jungkook ran to the car as he said to the driver to start the car to the hospital. Mrs. Jeon and Mr. Jeon helped y/n tk entertainment the car.

Mrs. Jeon entered the car and softly stroked Y/n's head while she was profusely perspiring.
"What happened Jungkook, why is she like this."
"I don't know mom..."
His eyes watched her bleed as she lay on his lap, allowing her blood to mix with his suit, he stared at the blood pressure engulfing him and his heart, he didn't hear his mom's continuous question, his eyes never left those stains, which was his fault. Feelings tightening within him, he clutched her dress.
"No I don't sympathy anyone nor I love anyone."
He took his hands away from her dress and gazed outside pretending his emotions.

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