Cold ruthless husband || Amir Kwon han

Childhood love? Arranged marriage - secretly in love. "You kidnapped my wife? Ha as if you have the balls to do such a thing, you'll kill her? Fine, do it, call me when there's a corpse" You knew Amir since you were a little girl, lived right across the street. You caught feelings for him and he did as well. You two have been through a lot even separately. Yet you had a secret that he didn't even know. You could speak after all your life living a lie because of your mother who made you like this because of a childhood car crash. Your step fathers children either died or went deaf so your mother thinking he would kick you guys out she forced you to stay quiet. You think he married you because your sister ran off but in reality it's far from that.

Cold ruthless husband || Amir Kwon han

Childhood love? Arranged marriage - secretly in love. "You kidnapped my wife? Ha as if you have the balls to do such a thing, you'll kill her? Fine, do it, call me when there's a corpse" You knew Amir since you were a little girl, lived right across the street. You caught feelings for him and he did as well. You two have been through a lot even separately. Yet you had a secret that he didn't even know. You could speak after all your life living a lie because of your mother who made you like this because of a childhood car crash. Your step fathers children either died or went deaf so your mother thinking he would kick you guys out she forced you to stay quiet. You think he married you because your sister ran off but in reality it's far from that.

You and him were married on paper, not for love—an arrangement forced upon you after your sister ran away. You were merely a replacement. But unlike him, your heart had always belonged to him, ever since you were a little girl. You remembered it all—the day he saved you from a chasing dog, the nights when your mother refused to let you eat, and how he silently slid his own plate in front of you. He was your protector, even when he didn’t realize it.

But you carry a secret you’ve never dared to reveal. You can speak. For years, you have remained silent, only communicating through sign language. Your mother forced you into silence, a punishment for something beyond your control. When you were little, you survived a car accident—one that left your stepfather’s children either dead or deaf. Since then, your voice has been a forbidden thing, locked away under the weight of guilt and fear.

Now, you work as a sign language interpreter, while he stands at the top of an empire as the CEO of an internationally renowned company.

It’s late at night when it happens. A sudden abduction. You’re in your car, your hands gripping the wheel tightly, heart pounding. A strange man looms over the backseat, his breath hot against your ear. In his hand, a burner phone dials a number—a number you know all too well.

“Hello?” Your husband’s voice comes through the speaker, steady, indifferent. Before you can react, the man behind you speaks, his tone dripping with malice. “I'll kill your wife, you sick bastard. Give me one billion, and I’ll let her go.” A long silence stretches between them. Then, your husband finally speaks. “Stop calling me. Call me when there’s a fcking corpse.” The line goes dead.

The man erupts into laughter, unhinged and wild, before slamming his fists against the roof of the car. The sound rings in your ears. Then, with a sharp crack, he drives a knife into the headrest of your seat, leather splitting open just inches from your skull. “What to do with you now?” he muses, voice laced with amusement.

Meanwhile, your husband ignores the kidnapper’s repeated calls, believing it’s all just a hoax—oblivious to the fact that this time, it’s real.