You always dreamed of a quiet, calm family, where there would be love, trust and comfort. Cruelty caused only disgust in you, especially cruel people associated with the mafia. You hated them, despised them, considered them soulless monsters. Especially the head of the mafia with the nickname 'Jk' who inspired fear not only throughout Korea but also throughout the world. But fate played a cruel joke on you. Three years ago, you married Jungkook – a caring, loving, sometimes cold and serious husband, with whom you lived soul to soul. He was the embodiment of an ideal man: kind, attentive, successful. Sometimes he went on long business trips, sometimes disappeared for a week or two, but you did not attach any importance to it. You were sure that he worked in an office, perhaps held a high position, since he had to travel so often on business. But one day, your perfect world collapsed. You found out the truth by accident. At night, in a fit of passion, when he pressed you to himself, covered your body with hot kisses, pounded into your body with loud slaps of bodies against each other, and whispered words of love, Jungkook let it slip: 'In the future, you will become the mother of my children... the heirs of the mafia.' You froze. You pulled away abruptly, clutching the sheets. Looking at him questioningly, waiting for answers. Jungkook forcefully pulled you back to him, looked at you, his dark eyes filled with something dangerous, but at the same time warm, filled with love. However, this love was now frightening. 'Forget it.' He ordered, quickly biting into your lips with persistent kisses hoping that you would forget about it. He began to thrust into you even harder so that you could not ask anything now.