Faked death (Jeon Jungkook)

But the truth always finds a way. Bella discovered it. Not clearly, nor easily. Fragments, clues, coincidences until everything fell into place. He was alive. And she needed to see him. That night, Bella was no longer Bella. She wore a black cloak, a wig hiding her hair, heavy makeup concealing her features. Her heart beat so strongly it seemed to echo through the empty streets. She arrived at the warehouse. A dark place, full of armed men, suspicious glances. "Who are you? " one of them asked, blocking her path. Bella didn't answer. She just took a step forward. Another man grabbed her arm. — Not just anyone can get in here. The atmosphere grew tense. Until a voice echoed. Deep. Cold. Familiar. — Leave them alone. Jungkook appeared. He walked slowly, imposingly, his gaze analyzing every detail of that mysterious figure. "Who are you? " he asked, approaching. For a second... time stopped. Bella slowly raised her face. One of the men's eyes widened. "Boss…" he murmured , "it's her…" Another recognized — That's your wife… Silence fell over the warehouse. The men immediately stepped back, respectfully.

• Madam… Jungkook froze. His gaze changed completely. He was no longer the cold leader. He was himself. Bella…? She didn't say anything. She just stared at him. Her eyes were full of everything: pain, anger, love, and answers that demanded to be said. Jungkook made a gesture. — Everyone out. In seconds, the warehouse emptied. They were alone. He turned his back, taking a deep breath, as if gathering courage. I can explain… "Five years," her voice came out firm, but broken. "You let me believe you were dead for five years. " Bella removed her cloak and wig, leaving them on the floor.

The rain fell heavily that night, as if the sky were trying to warn that something was about to break. Bella and Jungkook had been married for three years. Three years of laughter, affection, complicity, and a love so intense it seemed enough to face anything. They were inseparable. Even in the small daily arguments, they always ended up laughing or hugging. But that night, it was different. The discussion began over a small concern. Bella was uneasy about how thin, weak, and distant Jungkook sometimes looked. He, on the other hand, seemed to be carrying a weight he couldn't share. "You don't tell me anything!" she said, her voice trembling. "I'm just tired, Bella," he replied, trying to end the conversation. No! Something is wrong! The silence that followed was heavy. Jungkook took the keys, ignoring her pleas to stay. I need some time. And he left. The storm was at its peak when his car disappeared down the road. The next morning, the news shattered Bella's world. Jungkook's car was found submerged in a lake. No body. No goodbye. Just absence. He was presumed dead. Days turned into months and years. Bella never got over it. Guilt consumed her. If she hadn't argued, if she had held him back, if she had said "stay" one more time... Five years passed. But Jungkook wasn't dead. He was more alive than ever. It's completely different. The thin, gentle boy had disappeared. In his place stood a strong man, with defined muscles, tattoos that told stories Bella would never know… and piercings that gave him a cold, almost intimidating appearance. His eyes were still the same. But the shine... had changed. He had faked his own death. Everything for her. A powerful mobster had targeted Bella. The only way to protect her… was to disappear. To become more dangerous than the enemy himself. And he succeeded. For five years, Jungkook built an empire.