The Seoul skyline shimmered through the penthouse’s glass walls, a dazzling cage for Y/N. She stood by the window, her breath fogging the cold surface, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision. Behind her, Jungkook’s presence was a storm—Jeon Jungkook, billionaire CEO of Jeon Enterprises, a man whose charm was as dangerous as his obsession. His dark eyes burned into her back, tracking every subtle shift of her body.
“Y/N,” his voice was a low growl, laced with possession. “You’re distant again.”
She didn’t turn. “I’m done, Jungkook. This isn’t a marriage—it’s a prison.”
He stepped closer, the scent of his cologne—sandalwood and power—invading her space. “You’re my wife. My everything. How is that a prison?”
Y/N spun, her eyes blazing. “You monitor my calls, my movements. You’ve isolated me from everyone—Mina, Taehyung, even Seokjin. I can’t live like this. I want a divorce.”
The air froze. Jungkook’s jaw clenched, his handsome face twisting into something feral. “Divorce?” He laughed, a cold, bitter sound. “You think I’d let you go?”
“I’m not asking,” she said, voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. “I’m telling you.”
His hand shot out, not to hurt but to cage her against the window, his body inches from hers. “You’re mine, Y/N. You don’t get to walk away.”
**Three Months Earlier**
Y/N met Jungkook at a gala, her nonprofit job a stark contrast to his world of wealth and power. He’d been magnetic—tall, inked muscles hidden beneath a tailored suit, his smirk promising danger. Their romance was a wildfire: lavish gifts, private jets, a wedding that made headlines. But the cracks formed fast. Her best friend, Mina, vanished after Jungkook deemed her “untrustworthy.” Her brother, Taehyung, warned of Jungkook’s ruthless business tactics, only to face veiled threats. Her coworker, Seokjin, once a close friend, was fired after Jungkook’s jealousy flared.
Y/N’s world became Jungkook’s domain, and though his touch set her alight, his control suffocated her. She loved him once—or thought she did. Now, she saw the truth: his love was a chain of obsession.
**Present Day**
Y/N had planned her escape in secret, using a burner phone to meet lawyer Hyejin and draft divorce papers. She thought she’d outsmarted Jungkook’s surveillance, but he was always watching.
That morning, Y/N woke in their shared bed, the sting of last night’s fight lingering. Jungkook had left early for a meeting, giving her a window to act. She slipped out to meet Taehyung at a discreet café, her heart racing with the weight of her decision.
“He’s dangerous, Y/N,” Taehyung said, gripping her hand. “I’ve heard rumors—blackmail, shady deals. He’s got enemies like Namjoon circling, but Jungkook’s untouchable. You need to leave now.”
“I’m trying,” Y/N said, voice shaking. “I’m meeting Hyejin today to file the papers.”
But Jungkook’s private investigator, Hoseok, had followed her. He reported her movements, and when Y/N returned to the penthouse to pack, Jungkook was waiting, his eyes cold with betrayal. He held her burner phone. “Sneaking around, Y/N?”
“Jungkook, let me go,” she pleaded, backing away.
He stepped closer, his fingers brushing her cheek, voice soft but lethal. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Y/N slaps him as she speak “I’ll go now” she strom out
**The Fight**
Y/N moved to Taehyung’s, ignoring Jungkook’s calls. She reconnected with Mina, who confessed Jungkook had threatened her family to keep her away. “He’s a monster,” Mina said, eyes wide. “Even Seokjin lost everything after Jungkook targeted him.”
Y/N’s resolve hardened. She met Hyejin again, finalizing the divorce papers. But Jungkook’s shadow loomed. His rival, Namjoon, a tech mogul with his own dark past, reached out after hearing of her plight. “I can help,” he said at a hidden café. “Jungkook’s empire is built on lies. I have proof—offshore accounts, coercion. Give me time.”
Y/N nodded, hope flickering. But Jungkook’s private investigator, Hoseok, had eyes everywhere. He reported her meeting with Namjoon, and Jungkook’s rage exploded.
He ambushed her at Taehyung’s apartment, his security team restraining her brother outside. Alone with Y/N, Jungkook’s voice was lethal. “Namjoon? You think he can save you?”
“He’s not you,” Y/N spat. “He doesn’t treat people like possessions.”
Jungkook’s hand slammed against the wall, caging her. “You’re mine, Y/N. No one else gets to touch you.”
She shoved him, but he grabbed her, pulling her close. Their breaths mingled, anger and desire blurring. “You can’t keep me,” she whispered, but her body betrayed her, leaning into him.
**The Driven Passion**
Jungkook’s lips slammed into hers, a brutal clash of fury and hunger that stole her breath. Y/N’s hands fisted in his shirt, tearing at the fabric as she wrestled between shoving him away and dragging him closer. His kiss was relentless, all teeth and tongue, tasting of whiskey and barely restrained chaos. She bit down hard on his lower lip, drawing a feral growl that vibrated through her. He retaliated by slamming her against the wall, his body caging hers, his thigh forcing its way between her legs, igniting a blaze that made her gasp.
“Say you don’t want me,” he snarled, voice rough as gravel, his hand shoving under her blouse, fingers digging into her skin, leaving sparks of heat that burned. “I hate you,” she spat, but her hands were already clawing at his belt, the leather snapping free with a sharp clink. His smirk was infuriating, a dark glint of victory in his eyes as he hoisted her up, her legs locking around his waist on instinct, nails digging into his shoulders. He stormed to the bedroom, tossing her onto the silk sheets with a force that made the bed groan. Her blouse ripped under his impatient hands, buttons scattering like shrapnel, exposing the lace of her bra. His eyes raked over her, predatory, hungry. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he growled, voice thick with need as he loomed over her, tearing her jeans down with rough tugs, his calloused fingers scraping her skin, deliberate, taunting.
Y/N’s breath hitched as his mouth attacked her neck, teeth grazing her collarbone, then lower, biting just hard enough to make her hiss. Her bra was gone in a flash, and his lips claimed her, tongue lashing over sensitive skin, pulling a moan she couldn’t choke back. His hand shoved between her thighs, finding her already aching, and he let out a low, guttural sound against her chest. “Mine,” he rasped, the word a possessive brand. She arched into him, hating how much she craved it, her body betraying her with every shudder. His fingers moved with ruthless precision, fast and unyielding, pushing her to the brink until she was trembling, gasping his name in a broken plea. “Jungkook—don’t…” He didn’t hesitate. He shed his clothes in a frenzy, revealing the inked planes of his chest, muscles taut with barely leashed control. He forced her thighs apart, his gaze burning into hers as he thrust into her, hard and deep, stealing the air from her lungs. Y/N cried out, nails raking his shoulders, the heat and stretch overwhelming. He moved like a storm, each snap of his hips fierce, deliberate, the bed creaking under the onslaught. His lips grazed her ear, voice low and dangerous. “Feel that? No one else gets you like this.” She hated how right he was, her body answering him even as her heart fought back. Her hands clawed down his back, leaving angry red trails, marking him as he claimed her. The tension coiled tight in her core, and Jungkook knew it, his hand slipping between them, fingers circling with brutal accuracy, driving her over the edge. She shattered with a scream, her body clenching around him, wave after wave of pleasure ripping through her. He followed with a guttural groan, spilling into her, his grip bruising as he pressed his forehead to hers, breaths ragged and wild. They collapsed, tangled in sweat and silk, his arms still possessive around her. But as the haze faded, Y/N’s heart sank. She pushed him away, sitting up. “This doesn’t change anything.”
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed. “You’re wrong. It changes everything.”
**Plot Twist**
The next morning, Y/N reached for her birth control pills, swallowing one as Jungkook watched from the doorway, a faint smirk on his lips. Hours earlier, after their passionate night, he’d swapped her pills for vitamins, his desperation to keep her driving him to sabotage. He’d replaced each tablet with a placebo, ensuring she’d be tied to him with a child. She was unaware, believing she was protected.
Weeks later, Y/N’s world shattered. A doctor’s visit confirmed she was pregnant. “How?” she whispered, her mind reeling. She’d been diligent with her pills. The truth hit like a blade: Jungkook.
She stormed his office, tears streaming. “You switched my pills, didn’t you?”
He leaned back, unapologetic. “You’re carrying my child. You’re mine now.”
“You’re a monster,” she sobbed, clutching her stomach. “This won’t make me stay.”
“It will,” he said, voice cold. “You won’t take my child from me.”
**TheHeart-Wrenching Ending**
Y/N fled to Taehyung’s, but the pregnancy bound her to Jungkook. Namjoon delivered evidence of Jungkook’s crimes—tax evasion, blackmail—weakening his empire. Y/N filed for divorce, but Jungkook’s legal team stalled, using the pregnancy as leverage.
Desperate to keep her, Jungkook devised a final, sinister plan. One night, he lured Y/N to the penthouse under the pretense of signing divorce papers. She arrived, wary but hopeful for closure. He offered her a drink, his eyes soft, almost remorseful. “For last time please,” he said, handing her a glass.
She drank, unaware of the sedative laced within. When she woke, her head was foggy, her body heavy. Jungkook sat beside her, a syringe in hand. “I can’t lose you,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “This is the only way.”
Before she could react, he injected her, a neurotoxin designed to erase her recent memories—her plans to leave, her defiance, her freedom. Her vision blurred, her mind fracturing as the drug took hold. She slumped against him, eyes vacant.
Jungkook cradled her, tears in his eyes. “You’ll stay with me now,” he murmured, brushing her hair. “You’ll love me again.”
Months later, Y/N sat in the penthouse, her belly swollen, her smile soft but empty. She didn’t remember the divorce, the fights, or Namjoon’s help. In her mind, she and Jungkook were the perfect couple, expecting their first child. Taehyung and Mina, heartbroken, watched from afar, unable to break through the fog of her lost memories. Jungkook held her close, his heart aching with guilt but burning with triumph. She was his, forever bound by a love he’d forced upon her. As she leaned into him, whispering, “I love you,” his smile was bittersweet. He’d won, but at the cost of her soul. Her freedom was gone, replaced by a hollow devotion, a love built on lies. And Jungkook, the man who’d caged her, would live with the weight of her empty gaze, knowing he’d broken the woman he loved to keep her.
