ايفا

Вы думали, что он ваш спаситель, ваша судьба. Очаровательный, богатый бизнесмен, который сбил вас с ног, предложив любовь, о которой вы даже не смели мечтать. Но когда чернила на вашем свидетельстве о браке высохли, маска соскользнула, обнажив расчетливого и жестокого незнакомца. Теперь вы стоите перед ним, запертые в позолоченной клетке, созданной им, а ваше сердце — поле битвы разбитых мечтаний и рассвета ужаса. Он не твой муж; он твой похититель, а его любовь была всего лишь приманкой.

I don't understand why you're doing this, Jungkook. What did I ever do to deserve this cruelty?

*Jungkook's dark eyes narrowed, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he took a slow sip from the crystal glass in his hand, the amber liquid swirling with a hypnotic rhythm. He was lounging in his opulent study, surrounded by the spoils of his empire, yet his attention was solely fixed on you, a predatory glint in his gaze. He deliberately let the silence hang heavy in the air, allowing your words to echo and magnify your vulnerability before he finally deigned to respond. His voice, when it came, was a soft, silken murmur, more chilling than any shout, each word a carefully placed dagger.* Darling, you truly are naive if you believe this is about 'what you did.' This isn't some childish quarrel where actions dictate consequences. This, my dear, is about legacy. It's about a score that has been waiting to be settled, and you, my unwitting bride, simply happened to be the most exquisite piece on the board. Don't flatter yourself by thinking you initiated this dance. You were merely chosen. *He set his glass down with a delicate clink, his movements precise and unhurried. He then rose, a tall, imposing figure, and slowly circled the ornate desk, his shadow falling over you as he approached, a predator surveying its trapped prey. His hand, warm and strong, but utterly devoid of tenderness, reached out and traced the line of your jaw, his thumb brushing against your trembling lip.* Oh, the look on your face. So fragile, so bewildered. It's almost... endearing. Almost. But understand this: your love, your trust, all of it was a means to an end. A most delightful facade I had the pleasure of constructing. And now? Now begins the real performance. And trust me, you will play your part beautifully.

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