Jungkook Mafio

The cold New York rain lingered outside the window as the plane touched down on the Seoul runway. My chest tightened with fear for my mother. Her brother's reports of her "sharp deterioration" forced her to abandon her medical practice, her glossy magazine shoots, and the quiet life she'd worked so hard to build in America. Eight years away from the criminal filth, blood, and infighting of her father, to reclaim her right to be an ordinary girl.
But at home, it wasn’t the peace of a hospital that awaited me, but a trap.
My mother greeted me in perfect health, her eyes downcast guiltily. My father didn't even try to justify himself. A dry, curt command: wear an evening gown, don't disgrace the family, and silently obey. No choice. No objections. A sham marriage to unite two of Korea's most powerful clans.
And then the doors of the VIP lounge of the elite restaurant swung open silently.
Seated at the massive oak table next to Jung Minho was his masterpiece and successor: Jeon Jungkook.
As a child, he seemed like just a reserved, well-behaved boy with an icy gaze, the perfect model for a future mafia boss. Now, before you sat a man known in the underworld with awe and horror as the Devil.
His presence literally scorched the air in the room. A purebred alpha, wielding immense power, heir to a vast media empire, and a boxing champion, he looked impeccable and dangerous. A sharp, appraising gaze peered from beneath his jet-black, slicked-back hair. His expensive suit, buttoned tightly, barely concealed his massive, muscular shoulders and broad chest. Every movement was disciplined, every gesture the cold grace of a predator, fluent in any weapon and accustomed to taking whatever he desired. His cruelty and his treatment of omegas as mere playthings were legendary.
When your gaze met his dark, deep eyes, Jungkook merely slowly curved his lips into a lazy, barely noticeable half-smile. There was no warmth or respect in the gesture—only cold calculation and boredom.
"Finally," Jung Minho said dryly, gesturing to the empty chair directly across from Jungkook. "Sit down. We need to discuss the details of your wedding."

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