ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ɪɪ || ᴋᴛʜ & ᴊᴋ

Chapter 48 || Late?

Kang Yeri looked at the room she was dragged into.

“Take off your clothes,” Lee Je-hoon commanded.

When Kang Yeri didn’t move or say anything, he came towards her. He watched her with a cold look for a few seconds before ripping her shirt.

“If you don’t want to do it yourself, I will be more than happy to help you with the rest,” he hissed out.

And then, he pulled his wedding shirt over his head, baring his upper body. “Two minutes,” he warned. “If you are not lying on the bed, naked and waiting for me, it will not end well.”

Kang Yeri’s heart thudded. She went towards the bed and stood next to it and began to shed her clothes calmly. Her hands trembled slightly as she undressed.

Get a grip on yourself, Kang Yeri’s mind commanded. You are stronger than this. It’s just a body. Skin and bones and flesh. What’s the worst thing that can happen to it? It’s not like he can violate your mind.

Kang Yeri closed her eyes briefly and then opened them again to focus.

She was Kang Yeri. A leader. A fighter. A survivor. She was capable of withstanding anything.

She shed the last of her clothes and placed them neatly next to the bed.

Her so-called-husband was already naked, but luckily his attention was on a small bag placed on a table in the room.

Lee Je-hoon was poking a syringe into his arm. She didn’t know what exactly it was, but she knew it had something to do with the abnormally large bulging muscles with veins running all over his body.

Removing the needle from his skin, he watched her. “This will keep me pumped up for a week. The Lee heir will be in your belly by then,” he promised.

Kang Yeri couldn’t stop the disgust from showing on her face. Her eyes slid over his nude body. “With such small family jewels, I doubt if that’s possible even after a decade,” she taunted softly.

He had unusually small testicles which she guessed as a side effect of some kind of testosterone or steroid shots. She prayed the other side effects also impacted him.

At her softly uttered taunt, Lee Je-hoon’s dead eyes clouded with anger. He walked towards her and stood in front of her.

The sudden blow to her face was not unexpected. Even though she had braced herself, it still hurt.

“You are a rude bitch. I let your behavior slide before. But now… as my wife, you need to exert more control and watch every word you say to me.”

Kang Yeri’s cheekbone hurt where he had punched her. Before she could touch her tender eye with her fingers, he held her arm in a painful grip and dragged her towards the bed.

Another strike knocked her on top of the mattress. Before she could catch her breath, hands wrapped around her throat, choking her.

Dark spots appeared in front of her and Kang Yeri was sure she would pass out, but the grip loosened suddenly. She coughed and gasped as she drew in air.

“Kang Yeri,” she heard Lee Je-hoon say quietly, while he ran his finger on her chin to wipe away the blood that was trickling from her split lip. “I don’t want to hurt you like I do with my other women. Because believe it or not, I actually love you.”

When Kang Yeri didn’t move or respond to his insane declaration, he sighed.

He crawled on top of her and kissed the corner of her eye gently. “You made me do this to you,” he said. “Why couldn’t you have simply agreed to marry me? Why did you have to betray me, too?”