"Stop, please. She's still too young to know right from wrong. She's already been punished. Please stop. She'll die in your hands."
She lies on the floor, her body bleeding. All she sees is a blur. She hears the pleading and crying of her mother, who kneels at her father's feet, clinging to him so he won't kill her.
Her entire family is gathered in that vast room, watching what's happening to this little girl, with neither the old nor the young daring to intervene.
The only person trying to protect her from her death is her mother, who, despite knowing that her daughter dared to fall in love with someone, is sadly not just anyone.
Rather, it's this Asian man, Jeon Jungkook, between whom and them are the interests of mourning, and between their ancestors, there is a deep enmity.
The only person wronged among them is the little girl who suffered because of them because she loved with an innocent heart.
The sound of the horn of an approaching car brought her out of her reverie and she quickly turned the steering wheel to avoid the violent collision that would undoubtedly take her life.
She stopped her car on the sidewalk, a traffic violation because she was driving on a highway.
She rested her head on the steering wheel, crying in agony. Inside her was a fire and a sense of regret, but no one seemed to notice.
Dark thoughts kept urging her to end her suffering, which had lasted for six whole years.
She raised her head, searching the car dashboard for her medication and quickly found it. She took two pills and swallowed them with a sip from her bottle of water.
"This isn't the end, Kristen. You've endured a lot, and you'll endure even more for him."
She pushed her hair back and continued driving home.
One o'clock in the afternoon...
Specifically, in Kristen's room, lying flat on the bed, motionless, staring at the ceiling as tears streamed from her red eyeshadow.
She heard Melissa's voice arguing with Mira, who had returned half an hour ago, and all this fighting.
Because Mira wanted to watch her Turkish series, The Kingfisher, while Melissa wanted her favorite cartoon, SpongeBob.
She really couldn't stand hearing any more of their loud voices; her constant crying was already giving her a headache.
"Are you two children enough to fight over a cartoon and a TV series?"
She heard Jungkook's angry voice. Apparently, he had just returned from outside, angry, and their childish argument in front of him only made him angrier.
Minutes passed, and she could no longer hear their voices. This made her slowly stand up and put her hand to her head in pain.
She was about to grab a glass of water on the table, but her phone vibrated, making her take it instead.
She opened her phone with vacant eyes. It was a WhatsApp message from an unknown number. She stared in surprise, then tapped on the chat.
There was nothing but a video, no words, not even any dots.
"Who is this now?"
She whispered, pressing the video button with her thumb. Her pupils widened in panic, her other hand covering her mouth tightly as her eyes returned to her crying. But this time, it wasn't just normal crying.
She was in a hysterical state of confusion, clenching her hands tightly to stifle her screams. The phone trembled with her trembling hand. When the video ended, she received a message that read...
"What do you think of an Asian man seeing the dark side of his beloved wife?!"
She quickly hung up, knowing who the strange owner was. Her state of confusion made her pull her hair tightly, crying bitterly.
Returning her past would cause her a lot of pain, and she couldn't bear it.
She kept cursing him and everyone who had brought her to this terrible state she was in. She could no longer breathe, feeling dizzy and unbearably in pain.
"Give me the name of the person who dared to make my diamond cry?!"
She raised her tearful eyes to the man standing by the door, his expression sharp and his eyes filled with insane anger.
She cried, cried even more, as if asking him to save and protect her, because she could no longer bear it.
There was a pang inside her, killing her. She wanted to scream and vent the pain inside her, but she couldn't even open her mouth.
That very moment was what she needed. She didn't want to remember anything he had done. She just wanted to hug him and cry on his chest, hoping to find some relief.
She raised her hand to him, and he quickly sat beside her, hugging her. His heart was about to stop with fear for her.
Why is she crying? Did something happen to her? Did Melissa harm her? He swore that if she had anything to do with her crying, she would have a severe reckoning with him.
"Just tell me, who made you cry, my love? Why are you shaking like this, Chris? You terrify me."
He hugged her tightly, pulling her into his arms more to try to calm her trembling, but she held on to his shirt more tightly, crying even harder into his chest.
He stroked her hair tenderly, letting her calm down so he could understand why she was crying like this.
The state she was in reminded him of what had happened two years ago. Her confusion and madness were similar to hers now, but this time she was calmer than before.
♪Yeah, I know, know I'm scared of commitment But tell me who isn't, tell me who isn't
I know, it's easier being alone
But when you come over again
I'm not gonna pretend I want anyone else 'cause I don't
I'm tired of being along.♪
He felt her trembling calm down and her hand gripping his shirt slowly loosened, so he smiled softly and continued singing, which sent a huge amount of beloved feelings to her heart.
♪I wanna stay with you, you, you
Make love all day with you, you, you
Stay sipping champagne with you, you, you
If you wanna do drugs, come through, through, through
I wanna stay with you, you, you
Make love all day with you, you, you
Stay sipping champagne with you, you, you
If you wanna do drugs, come through, through, through
I wanna stay with Stay with, with.♪
Her eyes relaxed in relief as she listened to her favorite song, which he had composed for her. Here he was, singing it to make her feel even more at ease.
He had composed that song especially for her.
For her alone.
♪I wanna stay with Stay with, with
So let's start where we left
We can lay in my bed but we won't go to bed No we won't
I'm not one for taking it slow
So when you come again and again
With the sheets in your hand
You can't even pretend that you don't
Love how I make you moan
I wanna stay with you, you, you
Make love all day with you, you, you
Stay sipping champagne with you, you, you
If you wanna do drugs, come through, through, through
I wanna stay with you, you, you
Make love all day with you, you, you
Stay sipping champagne with you, you, you
If you wanna do drugs, come through, through, through
I wanna stay with Stay with, with
Ooh, stay Stay with
Stay with you.♪
His hand stopped stroking her hair, then he spoke in a low whisper to her, afraid that if he raised his voice in the room, the peace and comfort they loved would be lost.
"Do you feel comfortable now?"
He raised his hand to wipe the tears that had stained her eyes and cheeks.
He felt her head move against his chest, but she remained motionless, unable to even speak.
Her headache had subsided slightly, but she was still, wanting to get a long rest.
"Aren't you going to tell me why you were crying?"
He received nothing but silence from her, which made him sigh and lean his head back against the pillow.
Minutes passed, and the room was quiet, even their breathing could be heard over the stillness. But this quietness didn't last long.
A painful scream from downstairs echoed throughout the house, causing him to flinch in alarm, just as Kristen had.
"Damn it! What happened!?"
He looked at her before removing the covers, quickly running downstairs while she placed her hand on her head in pain. With difficulty, she pulled herself out of bed to find out what had happened and who was hurt.
His feet quickly stopped in front of his sister's body, who was clutching her arm in intense pain. The sound of her crying could be heard throughout the house. Next to her was Melissa, who he could almost swear hadn't meant to push her hard.
He quickly bent down, picked up his sister's body, and placed her on the couch before uttering angrily and worriedly, "What happened? I left you both alone? Did you have a fight again?"
He was examining Mira's arm as he addressed them. It was fortunate that her arm wasn't broken, just a slight sprain and a large bruise from her falling hard on it.
This was the cause of her intense pain, but even as she cried loudly, she had to exaggerate, as if her hand was broken, not just sprained.
Her tearful eyes noticed that her left hand was wrapped in a white cloth!!
How did she not notice his hand when he entered the house, angry?
"Brother, what's wrong with your hand?"
She forgot about her pain and turned her attention to her brother. With her words, she caught the attention of Melissa and Kristen, who entered the room with a cold, pale face.
"A minor wound. Don't worry. Let me take you to the hospital so we can make sure your hand is okay."
He pulled his hand away from hers and stood up, his eyes meeting Kristen's, who was swollen from crying.
A deep connection occurred between them, causing Mira to stare at them with a smile, while Melissa bit her lip tightly at the painful feeling that pricked her heart.
"Pay attention to her."
That's what she said before breaking eye contact and returning to her room, her heart pounding with pain.
His position is unenviable. He's trapped between three girls. The enmity between them will only grow with time, and his mind won't tolerate their actions.
He doesn't even want to know how his sister fell because he's fully aware that she's had a fight with Melissa again, so what's the point of asking when he already knows the answer?
An hour has passed, and Jungkook has taken his sister to the hospital to check on her. Meanwhile, Kristen hasn't stopped feeling tense.
Time is ticking, and she's forced to return to her hell to find out what they want from her? Without Jungkook even noticing her.
She quickly took a cold shower to revive her body from its lethargy, and she swore a comforting feeling had settled inside her since she cried in his arms and he sang to her.
She hadn't heard him sing since their wedding day, the only day he'd sung to her at a lavish wedding that was the talk of Dubai for three days with its grandeur.
How could he not have a lavish wedding when he'd broken her family by marrying her against the will of the oldest grandfather among them?
Their wedding wasn't ordinary. Her family couldn't control their children's madness, so they sent their men into the heart of their wedding venue for Jungkook and his team to handle.
And they completed their marriage despite the blood that spread throughout the place. If madness was their motto, then what was madness itself?!
She smiled when she remembered her dress stained with their blood and how she'd complained because it had become a red and white balloon.
The memory of her death came to her mind
"Damn you, Jun! Can't you just hit them away from my dress? Look how the color's ruined!"
He pushed her rebellious locks of hair behind her ear, then wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her intimately close.
"Don't worry, my lady, because you won't be staying with him for long. We have a long night ahead of us, my dear."
She shyly buried her face in his neck and punched his chest with her fist, causing a deep, manly laugh to escape his lips.
A sad tear escaped her eyes as she remembered their wedding days, those happy days for which she had paid a high price and which had turned her life on a different path, the end of which she had no idea.
He opened her room door violently, snapping her out of her reverie. She looked at the angry woman who had approached her, gripping both of her arms tightly.
"One thing I couldn't understand! Why does he love you so much even though he loves me? What's so special about you?"
Her sharp eyes met Kristen's cold gaze, who pushed her away in disgust at her touching her body without her permission!
Wasn't her troubles enough for her to bring out that damned woman who doesn't know where her husband took her from so he could afflict her with them?!
"Why don't you ask him that question?"
She folded her arms under her chest, glaring at her angrily. Was she the only one who wanted answers to her questions?
What about her? She wanted answers to everything her husband did, most importantly... why did he break his promise to her?
What she knew about Jeon was that he never went back on his word or a promise he made to anyone!! So why did he do this?
"Because he's Jeon... He only answers when he wants to, but you know!!"
She folded her arms as she looked at her with arrogant eyes, then continued.
"He told me before that he loved me and that he would marry me as soon as he found the right time. And as you know, love is actions, and he did them!!"
A sarcastic laugh escaped Kristen's lips. What is this girl trying to get at?
Does she want to make her jealous? Well, she's not just jealous of her; she's almost killed her because she now bears the same name as her husband, whom she's obsessed with.
But she won't respond to her now; she'll respond with his actions...
"Yes, I know his actions best, but have you ever seen his madness for me? No problem, I'll show you a special kind of show..."
I'll make you know the difference between love and madness.
If we're talking about his madness, when he finds out that she's in the house of his enemies, who happen to be her family, it would be like a bomb if they dared to touch a hair of hers!!"
So there's nothing wrong with letting the one who boasts about his love see his crazy side.
"Let's see, my co-wife!"
This wasn't just talk and girlish jealousy; it was a challenge, and it would be carried out when she was in her hellish house.