Jungkook's pov~
I was born on a full moon. Full moon all so beautiful. But they say Full moon is the symbolism of a devil. They named me a devil, a devil who can fulfill their personal desires.. I was named a curse, a stain just because some paid trickster said that i have a black star as my birth star. He calculated my birth star even without my real birth chart.
I was named a demon , a temptress, a calamity and an absolute curse.
My life played a different joke with me. My child was beautiful. A very loving mother, so wise and so beautiful. A wonderful elder brother, so protective and careful. We there were happy, really happy. My little world 🌎 was really worth envy with my eomma and hyungie.
But then there is he, my appa. Who hated me, my mother and brother as if sworn enemies. He was the one who trapped my mom in his love net because she was the daughter of the commander, and later he only was the one who kicked her aside into a corner in that big Jeon manor, where she cried and spat blood while he enjoyed with his beloved concubine. He had what he wanted, power and property from my maternal side. My mom was no more useful to him cause, my naive eomma came leaving everything, madly in love with him. Now my mom sat in the corner, kissing the bloody ground with her blood and he sat there on the soft bed with concubines around him.
Days passed.
My eomma became more and more ill, cursing herself for leaving her family and being a not so good mother for us. Neither for one day did my appa came to see her, nor did he asked if she showed any betterment. Days passed, nights passed. My eomma and we both brothers, me and Namjoonie hyungie, watched our mother perish day by day. She watched her own death and so did we. The last breath she took, she wasn't asking about her father or family or brothers, it was we both and her husband. She still remembered that man till date and wanted us to support him during his old age.
And on one similar damp, chilly rainy morning, my eomma breathed her last breath. Still that man never came to see her body. I still remember i had cried for 2 days and 3 nights without any hault. Maybe that was the start. My eyes never dried after that. After my mother's death, appa declared his head concubine as the main wife. Xia Yan, was her name. The biggest black spot in my life. She made mine and my brother's life a living hell. She tormented us to the level of slaves and servants in the house. And even when that didn't quench her thirst of hatred for us, she called that paid monk to read my birth star and declared me as a bearer of black star a curse and danger for family.
The father who hadn't till date looked at me, whom i had watched adoring and loving my step mother's children from afar, now looked at me. Yes, he looked at me only to push me afar. Afar to a rural village from where i was never wanted to comeback. My hyung cried and pleaded them all. I was sick back then, my body ached and i coughed blood. He kneeled in the ancestral hall for 3 days to make them agree to not send me to rural place, but the 5th day my carriage was prepared and I was made to leave. My hyung and i had mourning separation. We pleaded them, begged them for mercy, begged for a chance but all were blind to our painful cried and screams. I was sent to the rural place for 5 years and my hyung left house to join military.
5 years . . .
5 years were like, 500 years of imprisonment in hell.
The rural house was resided by the people of step mom Xia Yan. They exactly carried out her orders and turned me into a slave of slaves. I was worked till death, beaten till bled, starved till faint and paid nothing. I should have bruises, I should be wounded, i should be crying, I should be wearing rags and I should be working my @sses off. Then only they let me live, or I die. The 5 years were exactly like this for me everyday. Torture, torture and torture. But then suddenly one day I was called back.
Called back to the capital house, where my family lived, where my mother died. I planted some seeds of hope in my heart. Maybe I will live a little better, maybe my painful days are over. But who knew the devil in disguise was more dangerous than the real devil himself.
I was called back because I was to be sent to the imperial palace as a marriage proposal. I was going to marry the Eighth Prince Bogum of the imperial family. I didn't knew the real meaning behind then. I was on cloud nine. Even if I was insulted every day called muddle head, foolish, idiot and compared to my step sister at each step, I didn't take it to heart. My complete concentration was towards prince, my to be husband.
I had seen him once. After I came, once he visited the manor and i had secretly peeked at him. He is very handsome. He is very strong and smart. He had caught me peeping and had smiled lovingly to me. I was flustered and i ran away. I thought maybe my married life would be wonderful. I will be a imperial person now, a member of royal family and my husband will love me. We were married on the decided date. My husband was good to me. He didn't speak much, but yes he loved me. He gave me freedom in the palace. I was allowed to only go out of my room. I can only talk to him. I can only see him. And without his permission i cannot go out. And at the end i had to love him only, cause he loved me. He loved me right? Do you think he loved me? I thought so then because even if I was not good looking he still loved my body. He was very much into $ex and intimate activities. Step mother and said me that if your husband has regular $ex with you that means he loves you. And it's a duty of a good wife to submit to husband and his desires at once. That's why i never stopped him, whenever he wanted me, if was in pain or not, it didn't matter. He used to take me to different locations and m@ke l0ve with me. I never questioned it because I wanted to be a good wife for me husband. I loved him. I really loved him. I was madly in love with him because I took him as my savior. For me, his words were scriptures and he the deity.
But he changed. He changed and he changed into a different person. Less visits, no more intimate activities, no more talking, no more meeting for months.. he as if forgot me. I thought may be he was busy with the imperial work, but . . .
I caught him with my step sister, once in the study, n@ked.
My world shattered. I was torn apart. Broken, left out, lonely. My sister who acted lovely infront of me had stabbed me behind my back.
Since then, my horrific days were back. I was thrown to a corner in the huge imperial palace. The maid I'll treated me, they beat me and insulted me. I was mocked and killed with shame every second. My husband again came to meet me, but always left me at the dawn, crying with pain, n@ked on the bed, bleeding. I was r@ped. Countless times. Not only by him but by his drunk and not drunk colleagues. I was tossed among his men and friends like a towel to clean hands on. None ever cared for me, none even asked. I was used and thrown, used and thrown. My body became adapted to the pain. Now my mind and body felt nothing, except pain.
Soon I was declared a characterless wh0re, who jiggled his @ss infront of men. I was a h0e. A shameless b!tch, a temptress, a seducter. And my ultimate end was the jail.
The jail . . . life imprisonment.
Even the imprisonment wasn't enough for them, to make me die , they wanted me to suffer more. I had to watch my 6 year old adopted son, get r@ped and die infront of my eyes. The old grand Councillor and his son r@ped him, infront of me. They had earlier did the same to me and now they did it to my son. My son had screamed so loudly, bursting my cells and ears with pain while getting tortured. I couldn't do anything. I was there chained with wounded and cut body parts in the corner.
Pain, sorrow and grief. I was left with nothing.
One fine day, someone came to meet me. It happened once in a light year. She was none other than my step sister, Jeon Sui. She looked beautiful in her usual light colored dress and gorgeous face. She was named the capital's beauty after all. She crouched near my wounded body, which couldn't be called a body anymore and looked at me with pity btu her eyes had hatred and mockery more than pity.
And one by one she then that day spoke of how she hated me from first sight, wanted me to suffer because of her hatred, and all along was her plan. From the beginning itself, earlier than the marriage. This was all planned. And now she has accepted it all to me cause it was the last night of me on earth, I was going to die the next day. I was decided to get executed infront of the whole capital because I was a demon and temptress who was a black cloud for the capital.
The next day, when I was there on the podium kneeling or laying on the wooden block, waiting my neck to get chopped. I had looked into the eyes of all of them there... my step mom, my father, my step brother and sister, and the royals who were my in laws . .. they all had a smile, a satisfied smile on their face , they achieved everything.. everything by destroying me.
That very moment, I pledged. That I jeon jungkook, if I ever get this life back and coke back was the Jungkook of jeon household, i wilk seek the answers for each and every tear drop of my dear ones. I will make them pay in blood too...
And my prayers were heard. . .
I reincarnated. I came back... i was sent back to the time .. 5years ago when i was in the rural village. I was given this life back to seek my answers..
And this time I will
make them pay in blood.
seek answer for my every tear.
seek answers for my mother's pain.
seek reason for my son's screams.
make pay them for every blood drop me and my dear ones lost...
And in this i will never make the mistake of falling I love again.. that feeling itself despises me, I hate it. I remember everything. I will never embrace that venomous feeling in my life again.. never never never... my soul aim is revenge. I was sent back from the hell. The God of hell called me his child and this time i will really show them who the real demon is..
But a certain someone comes, dressed in black, with a chilled expression, coldest heart and straight face has entered my plans. He comes like a breeze and vanishes like a ghost. His fluttering black clothes has started wavering my plans, my mind , my heart and my soul. This certain someone, very minutely has started affecting me..
What do I do?
( take the story ahead )
Hey you all am sonalika, your author here.. I would love to see how have you all thought to take the story ahead. I will wait for the comments and if want to know more please go and read the story, " New Vengeful Life or consort - a taekook love story" . Am sure you will love it.
Saranghae ami💜
