Semua Bab My Pretty Husband: Bab 21 - Bab 30

I mustn't give up, I have to save myself. A tear rolls down my cheek as I'm consumed by terror. I'm begging anyone out there to help me, please, someone, anyone. I don't want to die like this, with that knife pressed against my neck, the cold blade sending shivers down my spine. That's why I chose to follow them, deeper into this desolate and dark alley, every step feeling like a countdown to my demise. I'm afraid the knife will slash my throat at any moment, and I'll be silenced forever. I hope I don't pass out before I escape from them, before I can scream for help one last time. "Please, let me go..." I whimpered, my voice barely audible, helpless and pleading. I stumble and fall onto the damp ground as they push me to the dead end of the alley, the walls closing in on me like a trap. I'm even more frightened, there's no light here except for the faint glow of streetlights that barely illuminate this godforsaken place. The shadows seem to be moving, twisting into menacing forms th

As we burst through the door, I frantically grab the first-aid kit, my hands shaking with desperation. I'm wounded too, but Baekhoon's condition is my only concern. He's the one who saved me from the jaws of death, and now he's paying the price. Baekhoon slumps on the sofa, his eyes sunken, his face a twisted mask of agony. I rush to his side, opening the first-aid kit with trembling hands. "We have to get you to the hospital!" I pleaded, my voice cracking with fear. "No need, I won't die from this," Baekhoon gasps, his voice barely above a whisper, but his eyes flashing with a defiant spark. "Don't be reckless!" I scolded, as I gently clean the bloody gashes on Baekhoon's face with antiseptic solution, my heart racing with every stroke. I apply a cold compress to the swollen and bruised areas on his cheek, praying that it will ease his suffering. "Oh God, it's swollen this badly," I muttered to myself, unaware of the words escaping my lips. "You need to take medicine to reduce

I trudge back to the bus stop, my feet heavy with defeat, and collapse onto the bench, waiting for the next bus to arrive. But before I can catch my breath, a sleek black car pulls up in front of me, its tinted windows reflecting the fading light. The window rolls down, revealing a chiseled face, a strong jawline, and piercing eyes that seem to bore into my soul - Byun Baekhoon. "Get in!" he commanded, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. "What? What are you doing here? What if someone sees?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "Get in!" he repeats, his tone brooking no argument, his eyes flashing with a hint of danger. "I don't like repeating myself, hurry up and get in!" I hesitate, my heart racing with trepidation as I scan the deserted surroundings. The silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the distant hum of a solitary car. I take a deep breath and slide into Baekhoon's car, the door closing behind me with a soft thud. This t

"I'll take care of Dongju if we divorce or you die, so rest assured," Baekhoon responds, his tone dripping with an unsettling calmness, sending shivers down my spine. Hearing his words, a searing pain pierces my heart, like a thousand knives twisting in my soul. Why does it hurt so much? My poor heart feels like it's being ripped apart. 'Or you die'... how can someone utter those words with such ease? I gasp for air, my lungs burning with anguish."I'm sorry, I'm going back on my word," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. "What do you mean?" Baekhoon's voice is laced with curiosity, but I can sense a hint of danger lurking beneath. "We... might not get divorced," I stammer, my heart racing with anticipation. I quickly hang up the phone and turn it off, as if severing the connection will shield me from the turmoil that's brewing. I'm afraid he'll call me back and say something that will shatter me completely. Baekhoon, I'm sorry. It seems... I'm falling deeply into the

"Please, have mercy! Let me go or I'll scream at the top of my lungs!" I plead, knowing the words are a death sentence, but I'm desperate to escape the clutches of this monster. He lets out a menacing laugh, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "Before you can utter a sound, I'll silence you with this blade," he sneered, the steel glinting ominously in the fading light. "What do you want? Money? Power? Or is it something more sinister?" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with fear. "I only want you," he growled, his hot breath on my skin making me shudder. "So stop offering me money. I don't need it; I already have everything I need." "Let me go! Help!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the desolate streets as I struggle to break free. I'd rather die by the blade than be defiled by this monster. "Shut up! You want to die, HAH?!" he threatened, his grip on my arm tightening like a vice. "You, go get Boy to bring his car here!" he ordered his accomplice, who emerges from the s