FORCED MARRIAGE

A girl was running through a dense jungle, heavy rain pouring down around her. The darkness was palpable, and the sound of the raindrops mingled with the silence, creating a profound connection. The girl was trembling with fear and cold, desperate to escape the danger lurking behind her. Someone was chasing her, knife in hand, intent on killing her. The girl was soaked to the bone, her entire being focused on survival. Suddenly, she collided with someone in the darkness, feeling like she'd hit a rock. She fell to the ground, dazed. As she looked up, she saw a figure standing before her. He was dressed in black, his face hidden behind a mask. He was tall, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to freeze her in place. His gaze was cold, calculating, and it sent shivers down her spine. Just then, a voice echoed through the jungle, and the girl turned to see her pursuer emerging from the darkness. She pleaded with the masked stranger for help, begging him to save her from the man who wanted to kill her “ please help me someone wants to kill me “ The masked stranger didn't respond, but his eyes never left the girl's face. The pursuer took another step closer, and the stranger drew his gun, shooting the pursuer in the head. The girl's scream was drowned out by the sound of the rain. As the pursuer's lifeless body slumped to the ground, the masked stranger turned to the girl.the girl was so scared that she started to run but He swept her into his arms, and she felt a wave of darkness wash over her. He pressed a specific spot in her neck and she passed hot instantly.she was in his arms, the rain still pouring down around them. The stranger's eyes seemed to bore into her soul as he whispered, "Welcome to my world, kitten.” The scene unfolded in a beautiful bungalow, where the family gathered around the dining table for breakfast. John, the patriarch, sat at the head, accompanied by his wife, Lura, and their eldest son, James. Next to them were John's younger daughters, Ana and Aria. Across from them sat John's brother, Justin, his wife, Aizel, and their children, Stefon and Hena. In the midst of this lively gathering, a quiet figure emerged. Ela, John's daughter from his previous marriage, entered the room. Her mother had passed away when Ela was young, and John had remarried Lura. As a result, Ela's stepmother and stepsiblings, James, Ana, and Aria, harbored a deep-seated resentment toward her. Her stepmother Lura's eyes narrowed as she watched Ela approach. "Look who's finally decided to join us," Lura said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You'd think you're some kind of princess, the way you waltz in here whenever you feel like it." Ela's eyes dropped, and she mumbled a quiet apology. But Lura wasn't finished. Lura's voice pierced the air, "Ela, don't you have any manners? Can't you greet everyone properly?" Ela understood that another confrontation was brewing. Her father, John, chimed in, "What's wrong with you, Ela? Your mother is speaking to you. You're becoming increasingly rude.” The room fell silent, with all eyes on Ela. Her stepsiblings snickered, while Justin's family watched with interest. Ela remained silent, accustomed to the dynamics. Stefon, however, glared at her with disdain, reflecting the family's sentiment. John and his brother departed for work, leaving Lura to unleash her anger on Ela.As John doesn't care about Ela and he just left after glaring at her one last time "You need to learn some manners, Ela. And maybe, just maybe, you'll be worthy of being part of this family." With a swift motion, Lura slapped Ela, saying, "You think you're so perfect, but I'll show you your place. You're nothing but a burden in this house!" Ela's stepsisters watched with envy, fueling the animosity. The rest of the family remained seated, entertained by the spectacle. Ela's eyes welled up with tears as she stood there, taking the verbal lashing. The atmosphere in the room grew heavier, with an almost palpable sense of sadness and isolation surrounding Ela. Ela, having grown accustomed to this treatment since childhood, departed for college without uttering a word. Life was cruel, its twists and turns leaving Ela helpless and shattered. She had always been a quiet girl, different from others her age. At 19, she was pretty and innocent, but her innocence made her vulnerable to hurt. In college, Ela had two friends, Jefferson and Daya, who had been with her since childhood. They were her best friends, and their presence made her life slightly more bearable. The three friends were at a cafe, chatting and laughing, when Stefon arrived with his friends. He spotted Ela and grew angry, his eyes blazing with resentment. "What are you doing here?" Stefon demanded, his voice cold and menacing. "You shouldn't be out with friends. Does Lura Aunty know what you're up to?" Ela felt a surge of fear and anxiety, her heart racing with anticipation. She glared at Stefon, trying to hide her trembling hands. "Mind your own business," Ela whispered, her voice barely audible. "What's it to you what I do?" Stefon's face darkened, and he grabbed Ela's arm, forcing her to leave with him. Ela's friends watched, helpless and worried, as she was dragged away. Stefon threw Ela into the living room, where John and James were seated. Ela crashed to the floor, bruising her arms and scraping her knees. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at Stefon, her heart heavy with sorrow. Stefon accused Ela of being at the cafe with a boy, and the others stared, shocked and disbelieving. Ela protested that Jefferson was just a friend, but her words fell on deaf ears. Lura's face twisted in anger, and she slapped Ela, the sound echoing through the room. Stefon also raised his hand, striking Ela with a venomous glare. The others watched, unmoved and unsympathetic, as Ela was beaten and insulted. Ela's eyes pleaded for help, but no one came to her aid. As the beating continued, Ela's body grew weak and limp. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to escape the cruelty that surrounded her. Finally, they left Ela alone, crying and wounded, her body and soul shattered. She lay on the floor, her eyes empty and lifeless, her heart heavy with sorrow. The room was silent, the only sound the quiet sobs that racked Ela's body. She lamented her fate, wondering why she was always punished without doing anything wrong. As the minutes ticked by, Ela slowly dragged herself to her room, her body aching with pain. She lay on her bed, injured and alone, her heart crying out for help and comfort. But no one came. The silence was deafening, a stark reminder of Ela's isolation and despair. Ela's life was a never-ending struggle, but she had no idea that her troubles were only just beginning. Her future held even more hardships, and what she had endured so far was merely the beginning. In a dimly lit, abandoned hall, the sound of screams echoed through the empty space. Two men sat facing each other, one bound to a chair, the other taunting him with a devilish grin. Jungkook, a notorious gangster, was feared by many. His piercing blue eyes were cold and unfeeling, devoid of any emotion. The man bound to the chair was on the verge of collapse, but Jungkook wouldn't let him off that easily. He administered another electric shock, and the man begged for mercy. Jungkook's smile grew wider as he threw the man to his pet tiger, which devoured him mercilessly. Jungkook's voice was icy cold as he declared, "This is the punishment for betraying me. I show no mercy to those who cross me. That's my rule." Jungkook exited the hall, surrounded by the dense jungle. His mansion loomed in the distance, shrouded in an aura of eeriness. The mansion's interior was a stark contrast to its surroundings, with its lavish decor and luxurious furnishings. Jungkook's room was located upstairs, overlooking the grand lounge. The kitchen was situated on the left side, with its sleek, modern design. Jungkook's home was a testament to his wealth and power, but it was also cold and imposing, much like its owner. The large windows offered a panoramic view of the surrounding jungle. Jungkook was a ruthless individual, devoid of empathy or compassion. He had no qualms about hurting others and was especially disdainful toward women. His mother had abandoned him, and his father had died soon after. As a result, Jungkook had grown up with a deep-seated hatred for women. Many women were infatuated with him, but his cold demeanor kept them at bay. He was like a distant star, admired from afar but impossible to reach. The evening sun cast a warm glow over the grand lounge, where the entire family had gathered for dinner. John, eager to form a business partnership with Jungkook, had invited him to join them. Jungkook, however, seemed uninterested, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room with a hint of boredom. As the family chatted, Ana, Aria, and Hena couldn't help but steal glances at Jungkook, their hearts racing with excitement. Ana, determined to make a good impression, initiated a conversation, her voice sweet and charming. "Hi, I'm Ana, this is my sister Aria, and our cousin Hena. Nice to meet you, Jungkook." Jungkook nodded curtly, his expression unreadable Meanwhile, Ela emerged from her room, wearing a Mickey Mouse t-shirt and tidy pants, her hair styled in bunny-shaped clips. Her big, bright eyes sparkled, and she looked stunning. Lura called out to her, "Ela, come here! Don't you know how to greet guests?" Ela approached the dining tableher eyes cast downward. Ana introduced Ela to Jungkook, her voice laced with malice. "This is Ela, the most useless and worthless thing in our house. She's always causing trouble and embarrassing us." Ela's eyes welled up with tears as Jungkook's gaze met hers, his expression softening ever so slightly Luna asked Ela to serve drinks. As ela served drinks, Hena playfully pushed Ela, causing her to spill wine on Jungkook's white shirt and pants. Jungkook's expensive suit was ruined. John's anger flared, and he slapped Ela, shouting, "Useless girl! Can't you do anything right?" The others enjoyed Ela's humiliation, while Jungkook seethed with anger, his eyes fixed on Ela. Ela retreated to her room, shamefaced, and cried all night. As she lay in bed, she felt a deep sadness wash over her. And asking Why did her family hate her so much? What had she done to deserve such treatment?no one knows what pain she is bearing right now.sometimes she thought or wish to have someone there for her who love her and cherish her but she knows there is no one in the world who will love her because she also thinks that she is useless and doesn't deserve love Meanwhile, Ana tried to make conversation with Jungkook, asking him about his business ventures and interests. Jungkook responded politely, but his eyes kept drifting back to Ela, who had quietly slipped away. Ana noticed and felt a pang of jealousy. Who was this girl who had captured Jungkook's attention? As the evening drew to a close, Jungkook prepared to leave. Ana walked him to the door, her heart racing with excitement. "Thanks for coming, Jungkook. Maybe we can meet up again soon?" Jungkook smiled politely, but his eyes seemed distant. "Maybe," he said, before turning and walking away. Ana felt a pang of disappointment, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that Jungkook had been drawn to Ela, despite her family's cruel treatment of her. Little did Ana know, Jungkook's interest in Ela would set off a chain of events that would change their lives forever.