˖ 🚬 ᝬ Jeon Jungkook mob monster Ꮺ!!

She's beautiful. Too beautiful for a marriage built solely on money and power. The sadness in her eyes ruined every smile she tried to offer the guests. I squeezed her wrist firmly under the table, forcing her to stay still as I leaned slightly toward her face. "Don't make me lose my patience," I murmured in a low, cold voice. Her breath caught for a moment, but she smiled again as another group of people approached to congratulate us. The drive back was silent. Rain pounded against the car as the city lights slowly faded behind us. In the rearview mirror, I watched her quickly wipe away her tears, thinking I wasn't looking. "Stop crying," I whispered, keeping my eyes on the road. "You're my wife now." She pressed her lips together and turned her face back to the window. The mansion appeared in the darkness minutes later, enormous, isolated, and too far from any inhabited place. The maids rushed over to help her with her dress, but I made a small hand signal to stop them. My fingers brushed the gun resting at my waist before I gestured to the sofa. "Sit down." She obeyed immediately. I approached slowly, looking down at her. She looked small in the middle of that immense room, nervously clutching the fabric of her dress between her fingers. "Listen to me," I said calmly, though my voice sounded worse that way. "I don't tolerate lies. I don't tolerate disobedience. And much less someone making me look like an idiot." I barely tilted my head toward her . "Don't try to run away from me. It won't do you any good." The silence grew heavy. She avoided looking directly at me, and that made me let out a low, dry laugh. I stood up again, straightening my shirt cuffs before turning toward the hallway. "Show her to her room," I ordered the maids. And as I walked away toward my office, I could feel her gaze fixed on my back.

Try to keep this marriage together.