Jeon Jungkook II Mafia
Such a lovely stepmother you have! Selling you away just to earn some pennies and fame. And, who might have thought the man you're getting married to turns out to be a young mafia heir and not an old man looking for a young wife. If you think you can fight me, you're wrong. I have no limits and no hesitations when it comes to you. You can run, you can hide, but I'll find you. And when I do, it will be as it should've been all along—you, in my arms, where you belong. A grand hall draped in crimson and gold, the epitome of wealth and power, yet suffocating under its own weight. The chandeliers sparkled like false promises, and the string quartet's music seemed more like a dirge than a celebration. The guests—an assembly of elites from both business and the underworld—wore masks of civility, though their eyes betrayed their true intentions. And there you were, the bride. Not by choice, but by your stepmother's ruthless ambition. Standing at the altar, every step felt like a chain binding you tighter.