The estate was supposed to be impenetrable. That was the lie Y/N’s father had repeated for years, right up until the front gates were blown off their hinges.
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"A woman is like water. If you do not contain a woman in a strong pot, she will rot the foundation of the house... They are objects of our comfort. Give them a voice, and they will burn the entire household down." To save her father from ruin, Y/n sold herself to the Jeon empire. The price was to become Jeon's wife and lose her voice, career and spine. She was to become a mute decorative trophy wife to a misogynist and patriarchal man. But the tragedy of a perfect cage is that the bird eventually stops fighting. And the tragedy of Jeon was that he didn't realize he was suffocating his most precious person until she was already slipping through his fingers. But at first, his efforts were bare minimum. "You want a medal for the absolute bare minimum of human decency," she finally snaps, "I have spent this entire engagement making myself a smaller, quieter woman so your father can feel comfortable... and you expect me to thank you for watching me bleed?" That is the night the obedience in him dies. Caught between the patriarchal father who owns the empire and the exhausted woman he bought but never earned, Jeon must learn to burn his own house down to protect her. He must discover that a woman’s respect cannot be inherited, it is EARNED. “I don’t care about the inheritance,” he swears, stripping away thirty-two years of arrogant privilege to kneel in the dirt at her feet. “I will let this entire empire burn before I let anyone in that house put you down again. This is exactly where I belong. At your feet. In your hands. Nowhere else.” But when a man finally chooses the woman over the empire… will the empire let either of them survive? Or will her ambitions be crushed? Join me in this story of deep-seated patriarchy, performative people, and a love that tries to find its way out.
[A/n : The paid chapters are an early access to the story. The chapters will be available on Wattpad, but at a very later date.] "I'll ask you two questions and if I find a silver of dishonesty, I'll hunt you down to the end of this world until you're begging me for death." She nods. "Did you sleep with me against my consent?" She nods - yes. "Were you forced to do this?" She nods - no. "Jeon neither forgives, nor forgets, and you my dear, sister-in-law, ended up on the wrong side of me." ◇━━◇━━◇━━◇━━◇━━◇ Kim Y/n - a woman who was physically and emotionally abused by her husband Junghyun, finds herself in bed with her dead husband's little brother - Jeon. She is supposed to be a vessel, to be used by Jeon Mirae - her mother-in-law - to give birth to a heir. And now having slept with the beast - she finds herself on wrong side of the man who has vowed to claim his revenge from her. Who will survive the games of betrayal and love? Who will burn, and who will rise from the ashes...? Scandal. Seduction. Secrets. Welcome to the empire where the widow wears the crown of her brother-in-law's desire and revenge.
“Was your playboy nature the reason you delayed the marriage with Mom? You just wanted to keep fucking around for the cameras, right? Keep selling that ‘untouchable’ lie while you cheated on her every chance you got?” The words slammed out of Jung-min’s mouth like a knife twist—sixteen years old and already bleeding hatred for the father he never really had. Jeon Jae. Global rock god. Leather-clad sex symbol. The tabloids’ favorite playboy prince for twenty fucking years. He fed them every scrap they wanted—manufactured scandals, half-naked photoshoots, women on his arm, rumors he planted himself. He wore the lie like armor. He told himself the shadows would protect his family. That if the world thought he was nothing but a reckless, heartless fuckboy, they’d never look close enough to find the wife and son he kept hidden. He was so goddamn wrong. The monster he created for the spotlight didn’t stay on stage. It crawled home. It hollowed him out. It turned the shield into a cage and slowly choked the life out of his family. When a violent airport scandal rips their lives apart, Jae chose the image. Again. He sold parts of their family’s dignity and love to protect the brand. Y/N, the woman who spent sixteen years dying in the shadows to maintain his image, finally snaps and walks out, taking their sixteen-year-old son with her. Now, the empire is collapsing. The agencies are weaponizing his wife’s name to save their stocks. His son hates the man he had to become. Jae is left alone in a massive, empty mansion, staring at the wreckage of a life he thought he was protecting. To get them back, he has to do the unthinkable: he has to kill himself - the icon. He has to kill the GLOBAL POPSTAR JEON JAE. He has to tear down his own brand, burn his contracts, and face the world with his own scarred, imperfect face. But when you’ve spent half a lifetime lying to the world—and to yourself—is there anything real left to save? Can a man who sold his soul for fame ever learn how to be a father again? And if he burns his empire to the ground, will his family be still there, waiting for him to walk out of the ashes with him? Or would they have left him, tired of keeping up with his image? Read the story to find out!
I am the woman who never breaks. He is the boy who lives to shatter things. At thirty-two, my life is a masterpiece of control. I have a prestigious chair at the university, a cold reputation that keeps the world at bay, and a diamond on my finger from a man who represents everything "right." My fiancé sits in the office next to mine—stable, respected, and safe. Then there’s Jeon Hunter. He’s twenty-one, unemployed, aspiring boxer, and fueled by a cocky entitlement from his father that makes my blood boil. He’s a player with a silver tongue and a filter that doesn't exist. He doesn’t want my lectures. He doesn’t want a degree. He wants to see the "Ice Queen" melt, and he’s spent the entire semester turning my classroom into his personal playground of provocation. I swore I would break his arrogance. I promised myself I’d be the one to teach him a lesson he’d never forget. But I was wrong. I thought I hated him. I thought his pranks were just childish games. But as he pins me against my mahogany desk—while my fiancé’s voice echoes through the thin office wall—I realize Hunter isn't a boy at all. He’s a predator. And here I am, blindfolded by his tie, bent over my desk, warm chocolate drizzling down my spine to my ass as he licks it clean, spanking me everytime he thursts into me, I realise : In his arms, hate feels exactly like ecstasy. I wear anklets with his initials on it. He wears a bracelet of my bra strap on my right hand proudly. He can't kiss my lips without rubbing my princess parts because he says, “Why should my horizontal lips get all the pleasure when my vertical lips deserve them too.” And he walks down the kitchen wearing nothing but my oversized hoodie — which fits him fully — legs open, hands at his back and a proud display of his manhood on my kitchen counter as he serves himself to me. And I wonder — how did my life went from hating this prankster to salivating oceans at the sight of his nudeness. Is he just my phase that has come to destroy my life? Or is he the taste of heaven I'm supposed to be having?
He was a beggar on the bridge, surviving on scraps, dreaming of becoming a robber but forced by his own alcoholic dad to sell his organs. The only thing that allowed him to escape? Her words : "Kindness does not cost anything." He never knew the name for the massive machines that flew over the airports—he called them Silver Birds, because they flew high, free from the dirt. That’s what he called his Y/n : His Silver Bird. He clawed his way out of the gutter, not just to sing, but to protect her. The raw beggar who once threw a dustbin at a man who touched her became the world-famous voice who built his entire career—his every album—around her. He put her on a pedestal. She made him a star. But in the end, he traded her. He caged his own Silver Bird with the biggest, most ruthless man in Seoul. Why did he sacrifice the girl who made him everything? And why did he force her into the arms of the one man he hated most? His voice was his freedom. Her life was the cost. . . . . . . . . . STORY RIGHTS RESERVED WITH MUSING SELENE
Hi. This is my entirely inappropriate, possibly regrettable, and definitely unfiltered guide to marrying up. I didn’t grow up rich. But I did grow up watching women survive and I learned that ambition, when you're poor, comes only when you marry rich. Because chasing dreams in this economy? Totally impossible. So when I set my sights on Cha Woo-sung — trust fund royalty with cheekbones carved by God and generational wealth — I knew what I had to do: ✨ Be perfect. Be poised. Be the woman he marries. ✨ Spoiler alert? He ran. Left me at the altar in a six-figure gown… and somehow — don’t ask me how — I ended up legally married to Jeon Jae-hyun, a broke musician with 6 roommates, two guitars, and zero future. Now I’m stuck in a middle-class apartment… With a man who doesn’t own a wallet, doesn’t believe in marriage —…and ruined me in every way possible. This wasn’t supposed to be a love story. But somehow it turned into one of the most chaotic, unhinged drama marriage one could ever expect. Welcome to the pages of my story, a middle class girl, fraudulently married off to a broke singer. — Y/n (The accidental wife, reconsidering all her life decisions)
"I pulled you out of the mud once, Jae-hyun. Now you act like I’m the dirt on your shoe.” She once watched him beg for soup. He once stole for mere coins and she saved him from the cops. She was the only soul in this world who loves him before he became THE KIM JAE-HYUN of ECLIPSE. But years later, when cameras flashed and his name echoed through stadiums— He looked right through her. Like she was cheap. Like she never mattered. He forgot the girl who once fed him from her own plate. His arrogance made him see her class, not her love. He thought she didn't deserve to stand next to him. He wore Channel, she didn't even know what it was. The eyes that loved her once — see her with disgust of being poor now. And when she tries to speak, he just says, "Don’t make a scene, please. People are watching." Join me in this journey of the boy who went from rags to riches — but ended up forgetting the woman behind his success because he thought she was of "low class". The same class once he came from. If hypocrisy had a face, it'd be Kim Jae-hyun. . . . . . . ©Musing_Selene
Dedication To the ones who crave to be ruined, who want a hand around their throat and a smirk that promises destruction and screams 'Touch her and you die'. This one’s for you.
Dedication : To the girlies who live for unhinged banter, accidental romances, and dangerously hot men with emotional issues—this book is for you. To the hopeless romantics who believe that even the coldest, deadliest men can melt for the right person—may this story give you all the delusional joy your heart desires. And finally, to the reader who just came for some fun and chaos—buckle up, babe. You’re in for a ride. Overview: A cold-blooded mafia boss. A walking disaster with a caffeine addiction. A ten-thousand-dollar coffee crime that starts it all. Jae-hyun has spent his entire life being feared. He walks into a room, and people either bow or run. Nothing shakes him. Nothing annoys him. Nothing surprises him. Until her. Y/N is not a criminal mastermind, nor is she remotely involved in the underground world. She is, however, a menace to society. She spills coffee, stumbles into danger, and somehow—somehow—manages to get on Jae-hyun’s very, very bad side. The first time they meet? She ruins his suit. The second time? She ruins his sanity. The third? Well... he’s starting to think she might ruin him. Jae-hyun wants revenge. Y/N just wants to not die. And somewhere in between the gun threats, accidental kidnappings, and weirdly intense stares, a very wrong, very chaotic, very dangerous romance begins. Featuring: ☕ An unfortunate café incident that starts it all 🔫 A mafia boss who doesn’t do “feelings” (until he does) 😈 A best friend who enjoys Jae’s suffering way too much 💀 Several assassination attempts (some accidental, some deserved) 💍 And a love story that neither of them saw coming.
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