"The heart will break, but broken live on"
                                                  -Lord Byron

Note: This chapter contains sexual scenes.

The thrusts became unbearable. The sloppy sounds of their skin and the painful, screeching moans of hers filled the steamy bedroom. It looks like Yoongi didn't notice that Y/n's tears were streaming down as he gripped onto her hips tightly. Or more like, he didn't want to notice, he didn't care. Why would he?? The deal was supposed to be only satisfying him. He shouldn't care for her pain. His pleasure was all that matters.

"Ah ah!! A-ah i-it hur-hurts!!"

It was shockingly true that Yoongi felt extreme pleasure whenever he fucked her. Whether she was on her fours for him or whether they made out in the bedroom. And the thing which usually turns him on more is that she never disobeyes his needs. Her eyes may seem glossy at his harsh words but her mouth never utters a word when Yoongi grabs her wrist and throws her on the bed.

Her beautiful curves, her shiny hair which falls at the end of her back, her milky smooth skin, her curly eyelashes, her luscious looking lips that trembles whenever his cold hands roam around her body, it all makes him want more. Everytime, he just can't get enough of her.

The sounds escaping her mouth was clearly audible all around the house. Y/n seemed to nearly pass out when Yoongi pulled out of her after a final thrust inside her fragile honeypot. She quickly got up from the bed and tried to reach her already torn clothes lying on the floor. Limpering, her weak frame found it difficult to walk out of the room swiftly.

"Why are you still here??"

"I-I was j-just ab-about to l-leave.."

Trying her best, she carefully twisted the door knob, so that she don't disturb him who's eyes were shut and one arm was on top of his face while the other rested on the side of the mattress. She thought, 'why does he look frustrated??' brushing the worries, she was about to step out when the cold voice called her.

"Y/n"

Her body flinched with the sudden sturdy voice. She turned around and looked at him, orbs almost popping out of her enchanting eyes.

"I want breakfast at 7 tomorrow"

"Y-yes"

Perceiving his orders, she ran to her bedroom as fast as she could and locked it. So that no one will be able to hear her cries, her sufferings, her tortures, her fears. She would do this every night whenever Yoongi reached for her flower.

Loosing her v-card was supposed to be something magical. But she called it terror. Her tears once again fell down the rosy cheeks and her optics searched for the moon which was shining bright tonight. But did she had a choice?? No she didn't. Would crying her heart out help?? No it wouldn't. So, she thought, it was the best to hit the soft mattress for now...

Y/n's P.O.V

My eyes fluttered open when the sudden beep of the clock hit me. I yawned and looked around the window. Two birds were singing. More like chirping. It made me smile by seeing them look so happy. But looking at the window reminded me of Yoongi's breakfast. Oh shoot!!

I hurriedly rushed down the stairs, feeling a deep pain inside my inner thighs. Nevertheless, I reached the living space and saw Irene cleaning the sofas. She was the only person in this house who ever helps me. She's a dear friend of mine.

"Heyyy Y/n, good morning. I bet Mr. Min told you to make his breakfast again, isn't it??" Smiling, she asked while dusting the cushions. I nodded.

"Yes. He did. Now I better go and start doing it before that sinister comes down" we giggled and parted our ways.

Even though Irene is 2 years older than me, she used to call me Mrs. Min when I first entered this mansion. I did kinda felt uneasy at that name being called by every staff in the house. It didn't really suit me. We weren't even official....

So one day I told her to stop calling me with mrs and to call me by my name. She gradually became the closest friend in this house. Sometimes, when I break down, she comforts me quietly, so that Yoongi will not be able to know.

Speaking of the devil, I saw him coming down the stairs, with the usual cold look and his hands on his pockets. He was quite attractive, with his black suit on. But his character would just make everything worse. He sat down on the kitchen counter without even looking at me.

"Can you be fast!!??"

His sudden angry yell made the breakfast plate fall out of my hands and the food smeared all over the floor. I looked down as my hands slowly went down to pick up the broken pieces. I felt him standing up and pushing the chair indignantly. He harshly pulled my hair and made me face him.

Anger infuriated through his eyes and it felt scary when his strong grip on my hair and my body tightened up. Irene rushed to the counter as soon as she heard the bang and her hands covered her mouth when she saw me in his clutch.

"Can't you even do a work properly whore?? Huh??!!! Answer me!! You're such an useless human being. You're father is destined to die!!!!"

He threw me on the cold tiles and my tears already flowed down.

"Just stop crying!!! Ughh I'm even late for this bitch!!"

"Now stop it and clean your mess!!" His presence soon disappeared from my sight. He walked out of the house without thinking twice that how much his words cut through me.

Irene ran to me as soon as his boss left. She hugged me tightly and patted my back. My cheeks went dry after sometimes and slowly I released myself from the hug.

"I'll help y-you.." my cracked voice was almost like a whisper and my little sobs where still to be heard. I tried to reach her but she just made me sit on a chair.

"Don't worry Y/n ah. I'll help you with this" her sweet smile always left an impact on my ripped heart. He never cares for me, never talks nice with me. He's only need on me is his desires. And I'm powerlessly here to fulfill it.

Thinking about him, the recollection of that day came into my mind.

"Don't even think yourself as Mrs. Min. You're nothing to me. You're just my wife only in bed."

But even though I forcefully agreed to this statement before signing the papers, my heart do sometimes beat for him..

End of Y/n's P.O.V