Karma is a bitch.

PHASE -3

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Warning: Self-harm.

Myrah pov continuance:

Yoongi gazed at me for a second, then left me.

I sighed. Well... it's not the time for him to die. I rubbed my gut and stood up.

Mother f-cker stole my horse along and now I would have to hike how many miles, I don't know.

I had a very least expectancy that rigorous training might help my body, reject the sprout inside me. It has not been that long.

I walked for hours, or specifically for 20 minutes. Divested of water or food, I stopped entirely and looked back when I heard a new galloping sound. As it emerged closely, I pulled my long robe down my face, masking it.

The brown hooves and fluffy white fur, healthy and joyous. I looked up at the man who sat on the well-known horse. He was none other than Taehyung.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

Tae's lips under his cape mummed into a single line as he held his hand out.

Huff. I leaped on the horse and Tae quickly set off. He didn't speak. If you want to have it your way, you can have it.

But before that, "Take me to Cen Miyong," I instructed him this once before nulling into silence.

He breathed in a reply and I wrapped my hands around his waist to make myself relax and leaned on his back. I was hungry, but hugely exhausted. My hunger can wait.

*

In a few hard hours, I was roused by the mild jasmine scent that hit my nostrils. I looked up and saw the sun shining radiantly on us. I looked to my side, finding myself in front of a small cottage, and I lifted a smile.

Again, Tae knows me well.

I knocked on the door thrice while Tae tied the horse to a post and waited behind me.

After a few seconds, the door opened and I was greeted by my favorite floral scent of his, his elliptical face with lush lips and those large doe eyes that once held my universe. He blinked, wiping it all. He then resorted to closing the door again.

Before that Tae slipped his hands inside and pushed the door open. I stepped inside his little house.

The wooden floor had few seats, and a blue vase at the corner, nothing else. I walked to the vase and brushed the beautiful peacock feathers.

"I didn't permit you to get in," he spoke.

No replies.

His hands gripped mine as he tried to push me out. Tae did nothing but watched him drag me outside.

"Kook... I'm pregnant," I declared as he dropped his hands.

"Pregnant?" His eyes glossed as he observed me. Taehyung looked aghast for the first time. He stood up and reached out to me. Was he going to speak?

He didn't. He stared at me, I knew what he would think right this moment, feelings of overwhelming bliss and gloom must have bewitched his mind.

He would be more elated, even more than Jimin, I suppose. Tae will give anything for my child.

Tae would support me and my child as a great uncle, for- he might even take her from me. I have impaled two hearts with just two words. I shouldn't have, but I don't have a choice. They have to be bruised for me and they will.

"Why are you here?" his voice came out like a whisper.

I retreated to a seat and told him about the incidents that happened in the palace. What happens in the palace stays in the palace until wished so. Any rumors that flew out are only under the sight of Namjoon's control.

The royal family need not reply to the subjects as none will dare challenge them.

Jungkook was horrified. He never expected me to kill anyone. Let alone leave him alone. But when I left him heartache, he knew I had turned stone but only now realized that this stone isn't some stone but a stone spear that has massacred a few heads.

"Jungkook." I heard a female voice as a lady entered the room. Her light clothing in faded blue with a sunflower adoring her head entered the room.

"You have to leave Myrah. Don't ruin my matrimonial life," Jungkook proclaimed.

What has got this skittish boy? He gained strength by seeing her. Who is it again? His wife.

Since we hung out together, Jungkook was the shyest and most scared baby. I always wanted to shield his adorable ass. Never thought I would leave him either.

I knew he drained his esprit out of him when I left him without telling him anything.

Then he unexpectedly found me standing on the podium as a queen.

He felt betrayed and I never gave him reasons, he knew it. Now, when I told him I was expecting, he couldn't help but let the kindness out of him that I have been exploiting.

"Let me stay here for a week, Kook," I uttered. He nodded his head as no, shaking his head vigorously when his wife spoke.

"You are Myrah, I assume. You can stay here," she agreed.

Jungkook must have told her about me. I kind of envisioned a few more warm words but she left me with the dull men.

"And... Can you get me some medicine to abort this child?"

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Cen Miyong: an imaginary village far from the capital, near the borders of Joseon and Qin.

A/n:

Want a spoiler? It is standing on the tip of my tongue but does state your idea and theories.

Hating Myrah are we? would you still choose to continue the story? curious about this? tell me. I don't feel remorse for making my MC like this. SHE IS A VILLAIN,  a villainous MC. And this book is her life.

Stay tuned, I promise things will get better.

You will find Myrah in different shades of emotions while we explore other characters. And might I remind you of the first sentence of this chapter? it may answer your questions.

Jungkook's wife's name is deliberately not mentioned, since her role ends in a few chapters. Yeah, I know it's sad.

But since there is already a handful of characters, I have ignored her name. You can name it.

Jungkook's wives, give ya attendance here ❥