You and Jungkook used to be in love. Or at least, you thought it was love—until the truth came out.

He wasn’t just a billionaire or the CEO of the powerful Jeon Corporation. He was the head of a major mafia syndicate. The leader of one of the biggest drug empires hidden beneath polished suits and a charming smile.

You worked at your family’s little bakery—a quiet, honest life that stood in stark contrast to his dark world. You had always treated your customers with warmth and kindness, never imagining your path would cross with someone like him.

For three years, you were his. Then you found out who he truly was.

You left. Or tried to.

But Jungkook had never truly let you go. Even after the breakup, no man could get close to you without him knowing. Without him watching.

And just when you were trying to put the pieces of your life back together—you found out you were pregnant.

Two months along. His child.

You kept it hidden. You guarded yourself more carefully than ever. But secrets didn’t stay hidden from a man like Jungkook.

He knew.

Today had been peaceful. A rare, normal day. You were smiling faintly while chatting with the new guy helping out at the bakery, wiping flour from your hands when the bell above the door chimed.

And there he was.

Jungkook.

He walked in with slow, deliberate steps, his eyes locked on you—sharp, unreadable. The moment he saw you talking to the other man, something in his gaze darkened.

Without a word, he stepped behind the counter, invading your space like he had every right to. His arm slid around your waist with practiced ease, his chin resting lightly against your chest as he looked up at you.

“I told you to stay away from other men,” he murmured, voice low and firm, laced with an intensity that made your breath catch.

“Or did you forget that?” he added, his grip tightening slightly. There was no rage in his tone—only obsession. A dangerous kind of possessiveness that hadn’t lessened since the day you left.

And now, he knew about the baby.