Melissa put her hand to her mouth in shock at his bold act. This bastard was kissing her co-wife in front of her, so brazenly, as if she were a nonexistent wall...
But would she just watch? Of course not, guys. She walked over to him and, furiously, grabbed his hair tightly, forcing him to break the kiss as he groaned in pain.
"How damned a pervert you are! Am I a vase in front of you? Kissing her in front of me so boldly!!!?"
Kristen gasped as she pushed Jungkook onto the bed, cursing himself repeatedly for giving him a headache. The poor thing didn't even get to enjoy that kiss; he was bound to cry.
"Oh, how dare you push my husband away?"
And now the war of the wives has begun!! As soon as Kristen approached Melissa, she ran away, and the other vowed to open her head again.
She didn't even care that she was running after her with a short towel that revealed half of her chest and barely covered her butt!!!
"Oh, what a dark day, and Wajin is home, and damned Kristen is running after the slut Melissa with a towel, who's wearing a red nightgown!!!? A dark night on your heads, my two damages."
He ran after them, but he froze, watching the chaos unfold. For a moment, he wished the ground would open up and swallow him.
Melissa stood on the dining table, tossing the fruit in the basket in front of her, while Christine threw everything breakable at her.
Woojin sat on the couch opposite them, holding a bag of chips, crossing one leg over the other, encouraging them to kill each other instead of pushing them away.
It was complete chaos for Jeon, who put his hands to his cheeks and stared at them with amazement.
Did all this chaos happen in just a minute?
"I swear I'll kill you, you whore, you man-snatcher."
The adrenaline surged through Christine's body, causing her to angrily throw the knife at Melissa, who opened her eyes in shock. She quickly placed the apple in front of her face and threw it at the knife.
She would have been dead within seconds if it weren't for her quick awareness.
Everyone stopped in their tracks, stunned, unable to speak, unable to avoid losing their lives at Kristen's hands.
Jungkook wiped his eyes several times, trying to comprehend the extent of his wife's madness. He knew full well that she wanted to kill Melissa...
And he wouldn't be surprised if she wanted to kill him too!!!
"I'm a whore, you burnt dwarf, you burnt food, you body without femininity."
Jungkook's jaw hit the floor as Melissa slapped Kristen, whose eyes sparked with spitting sparks that he swore would burn down the house and everything in it.
He turned his gaze to Woojin, who stood applauding in amazement at Melissa's slap, which he admired. Kristen smiled at him forcedly, causing him to return to his seat and stare at the ground in fear at her smile, which he knew by heart.
Meanwhile, Jungkook was hiding behind the couch next to Woojin, protecting himself from the chaos that was about to ensue.
He was certainly unable to utter a word, feeling that if he did, he would die immediately. However, he was able to make Woojin avert his gaze from his two wives.
"Ssss, you bastard, come here!"
In a loud whisper, he spoke to Woojin, who turned his gaze toward the source of the voice. All he had to do was slowly back away from the two co-wives and go to his friend for shelter.
"Do you think we're safe here?"
Woojin spoke very quietly, watching Kristen, who was tightly tying her towel and preparing to respond to her co-wife, if only she didn't kill her after embarrassing her.
"Avert your gaze from my wife, you b*tch."
"Which one?"
"Do you want me to make you lose your sight? Don't look at me anywhere, for your own sake!"
His friend frowned and whispered a curse at him, then closed his eyes because he wasn't ready to lose them. He only opened a little of them... just a little.
Jungkook's eyes never left Kristen's, a mixture of sadness and regret playing in his heart, unable to do anything during this period that would turn their lives upside down.
But despite all this and everything he's done and will do in the future, he has no regrets at all, and if he could go back in time, he would repeat his actions.
Jeon Jungkook thinks little and does a lot. His actions are truly unexpected.
"I'm a burnt dwarf, you pillar of light, you trash, you man-snatcher, you trash of scum, and you, Ahmed, you life. Stand crooked, you fallen woman, and speak well instead of me pulling your hair out in my hand."
Everyone, and I mean everyone, was in a state of shock and astonishment at Kristen's insult I mean, insult to Melissa, who was shocked by her response.
She sat up straight at the table instead of squatting on her knees, trying to contain the shock caused by her wife.
She almost forgot that the woman standing before her was of pure Arab descent, and insults were as important to her as drinking water. She also wouldn't tolerate her insults!
A sideways smile graced Kristen's lips with arrogance, and that was just a small part of her insult. If she continued, she would make her strip off the shirt covering her body, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her from the embarrassment she was experiencing right now.
"Remind me to have your wife teach me how to insult. She's really good at it."
Woojin nodded enthusiastically, with hearts gushing from his eyes at the insult Kristen had said. She had made him desperately want to learn it.
She also said a sentence of thirty-one words in one breath, without even breaking a sweat. She dazzled him, just as her husband had, not even for a moment, taken his eyes off her.
He's crazy and obsessed with her, but in a hurtful way, even if he didn't mean to.
"Y... You're a vulgar and ill-mannered girl."
This was Melissa's nervous response, as her embarrassment nearly killed her. However, this way, she learned that her wife was no easy feat and wouldn't hesitate to congratulate her on her marriage.
What kind of marriage was this? Her first day in her husband's house meant she was going to die because of his first wife. If Kristen were going to end her married life with Jungkook, she wouldn't allow it!
This was her thinking about Kristen's sharp, violent, and also insane personality.
"I'm a vulgar girl, you shame on women!!!"
She was preparing to pounce on her and tear out her hair by the roots, causing permanent disgrace on that filthy face of hers...
She had already approached the table, even placing her right foot on it, but the brutal opening of the door while the Arabic song was playing made her turn, as they had, toward the woman wearing a transparent white mask around her nose and down to her neck.
A belly dancing outfit hugged the curves of her body in harmony with her eyes, defined by black kohl and eyeliner, and the cosmetics that enhanced her beauty made her look...
like a true belly dancer.
Their mouths dropped to the floor in shock, especially Jungkook's, who hadn't expected this from his sister.
The house lights suddenly went out as Aman's song played.
"Is that his annoying sister?"
Woojin approached his friend, shaking his body in an attempt to comprehend the sexy body that began dancing around them, as if they were at a show or a dance floor, with the dancer dancing around them.
"When did my wicked sister become a professional dancer to Aman's song? Miriam Fares would be amazed if she saw her!!"
Jungkook spoke in astonishment, blinking continuously. Standing beside him was Kristen, who covered her mouth in amazement at the unexpected actions of this crazy woman.
She had never danced with Jungkook in her life, despite being a good dancer, and despite the fact that he had asked her to before, she had refused, and he hadn't pressured her again.
But apparently, thanks to his sister, he won't forget this and will ask his wife to dance for him alone.
He turned his gaze to her, wanting to whisper this to her, but what he found was his wife's chest about to emerge from the towel.
"I swear, if we weren't in a situation like this, I would have thrown you to bed until sunrise and punished this beautiful chest the size of my hand, demanding to be released."
His dirty thoughts certainly wanted him to pick her up now and wreak havoc on her. Not touching her for so long and holding himself back from her was driving him insane.
He withdrew to the table, took the silk fabric from above, wrapped it around her body, and whispered in her ear in a deep tone that shook her insides.
"I overlooked you going out in your towel halfway around the house in front of another man, even though I know he wouldn't look at you with dirty looks even if you were naked, but to make me weaker than I am to look at my favorite is something I won't be able to control."
He moved away from her as soon as he felt her breathing ragged. He felt a small sense of relief that he was still affecting her.
Standing in the background, Melissa watched her husband approach her co-wife with a blank expression and a heart beating violently.
But who knows what she's planning? What volcanoes are brewing inside her, ready to erupt?
"So what do you think of this show?"
"Mira said excitedly when she stopped dancing, expecting them to compliment her belly dancing, but her brother's stiff tone made her frown indignantly."
"Cover yourself and go to your room, you ill mannered woman!!"
"There's no one here who's ill mannered except you, my dear brother."
She responded rudely, raising her left eyebrow at him while folding her hands across her chest, making it prominent in front of the man who quickly looked away, struggling to control his desire.
This is wrong. He shouldn't be thinking about his friend's sister in such a dirty way.
"Mira!"
Jungkook roared angrily. He didn't like her rude words to him. No matter who he was, he was still her older brother and she shouldn't overstep her bounds with him.
Mira rolled her eyes in annoyance to meet Melissa's, which made her frown in surprise. She just realized that her brother's wife was standing in front of her with a towel and a silk cloth covering her.
And the other, a short nightgown!!! Has their house become a brothel without her knowing?!!!
"Whose wait? Why are you standing like this, Kristen? What happened while I was gone?!"
She raised her index finger at Melissa first, pointing at her, then at Kristen and her clothes, then placed her hand on her forehead in extreme surprise.
But before he could speak, Kristen preceded him with her sarcastic tone, casting contemptuous glances at him and her.
"She's his second wife and my co-wife, my dear Mira!!"
"What?!!"
A shocked Mira screamed at everything she heard in this house before Kristen left for her room to relieve her aching head from the shocking events of that day.
Woojin moved to the couch he'd been sitting on just hours before the drama had unfolded, grabbing the bag of chips to finish.
Because it seems there's going to be a long discussion soon, because Miss Mira won't let what her brother did and the pain he caused his wife, Kristen, pass by.
Melissa also withdrew, leaving only Jungkook and Mira standing in front of each other. She looked at him with disappointment, while he avoided looking at her.
"Go ahead to the park, we'll talk there, Jeon Jungkook."
The stern tone she spoke with conveyed deep disappointment and dismay toward the person standing before her, her older brother.
He let out a sigh of relief as she went to his room to change.
Now he had to face his sister and answer her questions.
"I pity you, my friend."
"I pity myself, you bastard. I don't need you to pity me!"
Woojin shrugged, standing up after finishing the bag of chips. He took his jacket and walked over to him, saying as he put it on.
"I'll leave you with your girls now. I have work to do, you know. I have to keep an eye on the bastards and catch them alive, just like the president said!! Don't forget to stay alive!"
He laughed at the end of his words when Jungkook pushed him away angrily. His friend was gone, leaving him with three girls, each one worse than the other.
"Damn me and my damn life."
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A glass of white wine in his right hand and a cigarette in the other, he sat proudly on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, still bare-chested.
He gazed absentmindedly at the sky, enjoying the cool breeze hitting his chest, along with his short hair that flowed smoothly back.
He placed his glass on the table in front of him, then leaned his head back on the sofa, raising both feet and placing them on the table.
"There are no stars in the sky today. What bad luck!" he whispered, taking a long drag on his cigarette. He then quietly exhaled the smoke, creating a cloud in front of him.
The sight of him at that moment must have been very exciting.
"I didn't expect you to do something so vile, Jeon!"
Mira stepped forward, running her index finger along the back of the sofa he was sitting on, his eyes unwavering in their contemplation of the sky above him.
"You know, Mira! This is the first time I've felt love for someone other than Kristen. I never expected my heart to beat for anyone else!" He said calmly, as if he were saying something normal, not as if he married another woman because he loved her.
His eyes moved from the sky to his sister's cold face. She was deeply shocked by what she was hearing from her brother, who was on the verge of death when...
Kristen once cut her vein...
"I can't believe that the person sitting in front of me now is my brother who is madly in love with his wife. I can't believe this! How could your heart dare to beat for another?"
Mira couldn't believe the nonsense her brother was uttering. He was definitely not in his right mind, so he was saying all this nonsense.
He didn't care what she said. When he finished his cigarette, he took another one out of the pack, lit it, and inhaled its nicotine with complete composure.
"Don't be so cold, Jungkook. Damn you. Do you know what my mom would do if she found out what you did? Does her family know what they'd do when they found out you married her?!"
"They'll take her away from me!!"
A sarcastic laugh escaped Mira's mouth as she looked at him with extreme contempt. He knew full well what would happen if her family, who he and his family were to have a grieving relationship, found out!
She crossed one foot over the other, moving them quickly while placing her thumb between her teeth, biting it with intense hatred for her brother, who would give her a stroke.
A deep sigh escaped his lips as he tiredly massaged the area between his eyebrows, and in a tone that carried all the calmness in the world, he spoke.
"I won't let anyone take her away from me. Kristen is mine. Even if I sit on my deathbed again, I won't leave her to them."
"Mira, I still remember how they shot her in cold blood, as if she weren't their daughter!! I still remember her pained screams and her pleas to leave me alone."
He turned his gaze to her, his eyes turning red, and the lump in his throat preventing him from continuing.
He swallowed hard, trying to control his feelings of regret for his wife Kristen's condition.
"And what was the price for her pleading? Two bullets, one in her left shoulder, leaving a scar that remains to this day, and another near her uterus!!"
He exhaled smoke from his finished cigarette and was about to take another, but Mira beat him to it and took the pack from him with tearful eyes.