Prologue
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"You're a fucking whore"
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"Too bad you fell for it~"
**Slit**
The clicking sound of her pencil black heels can be heard on the wooden floor as she walks out of the room, closing the door behind her.... The blood of one of her targets pooling out of his body before the closed door.
Her black gloves have small splashes of the man's blood. Her eyes are cold and her expression holds no emotions. She puts her trusted weapon back into it's cover as she leaves.
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**One hour later**
She's sitting in a bathtub relaxing her tired body, feeling the warmth of the water touching her skin when she suddenly hears a familiar... Almost too familiar sound of her sister from the entrance of the bathroom.
"Haewon?.... you're still here? You know it's not time for a nice relaxing bath now.... Get out of here and get dressed. Dad's waiting...."
Her tone was condescending as always. Acting like she's older or she holds more value in the house. Haewon rolls her eyes at her sister's annoying tone and voice and speaks in a tired voice.
"I'll be there in a bit"
"Whatever.... Hurry up"
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"What's the occasion anyways?..."
She waits for an answer but didn't got any then she turned her head to see Yerin, expecting an answer but she was already gone.
She sighed and stand from the bath tub and wrap her body in comfortable bath robe. When she came inside her bedroom, there were two dresses laid on the bed. She chooses one of them and went to dry her hair. When a lady in her late 40's came inside and look at haewon with annoyance.
"Didn't Yerin told you to hurry up? Do you think we're joking? If you didn't came outside in 5 minutes then I'll drag you outside by myself!" She said urgently yet her words held vexation. The lady close the door shut and Haewon roll her eyes.
After spending good 15 minutes of trying to look a little presentable, she came outside of her bedroom and went straight to the main hall where her father with his mother that yelled at her 15 minutes ago were waiting. But to her surprise there were two unrecognizable faces present there as well. She knew that she had seen one of them before.... Maybe, in a party? Or a business dinner? Whatever it was she decided to ignore them completely and turn her face toward her father, who was again acting like she's the most precious thing in the entire world in front of the guests. His hypocrisy was something she despised the bottom of her heart.
"Haewon, princess why are you standing? Sit, we have something to tell you." Haewon look at the two people who were staring at her. She looked away and sit Infront of the two people on a sofa. It seems that the they both are father and son because they look identical, almost carbon copy of each other.
"Haewon, meet Mr. Lee and his son Lee Minho. They are here for a special reason today..."
"Special reason?" she seemed a bit curious and confused at the same time.
"Yes... i have to ask you for a big favor for the sake of our family and Mafia...."
"what type of favor dad?" She was getting the hint of it, but she was praying for it not to be true. She glanced at the brunette in front of her who was sitting next to his father, his eyes were piercing in her soul as if he's claiming her entire existence with that one look. she felt her anxiety rising and her heart dropped when she heard the favor she was asked for.
"You will have to marry Mr. Lee Minho...."
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Those words ring in her ears for a few seconds as she tried to contemplate the situation she was in. Lee MInho?.... the man that's boring his eyes into her soul right now?
She looks at Minho once more, whose corners of lips were slightly curled at into a malicious and cunning smirk. She knows this man is trouble.....
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**One week later**
Haewon was sitting next to Minho, who was now her Fiance, in a fancy restaurant along with both of the families. Her looks were hiding the sense of fear she was feeling. Both of the families were discussing the arrangements of the newly engaged couple's wedding day and of course.... the agreement of putting aside the past rivalry the both mafias had for the sake of their own statuses and to avoid further meaningless deaths and threats.
"You're not good at hiding your emotions. your eyes tell everything"
She heard his smooth, honey like voice right next to her ear as he whispered them. he was close, too close. his lips had the same vicious smirk that she had witnessed at her house a week ago. Despite the smoothness of his voice, it held an unsettling emotion which sent shivers along her spine.
"You are assuming it wrong.... I'm not hiding anything"
"Liar...."
"huh?"
"You're lying. You know.... I'm always aware of everything about the things I own. I hope you get the idea of what I'm talking about..."
**Haewon's P.O.V**
I raised my brows at your words and chuckle softly as I put my fork down on the plate and close the distance between us and whispered back, my eyes were focused on your eyes
"It's so wrong of you to think that you get the idea of what I'm thinking right now, you never know what flames are growing in me. And just to remind you, we are not married yet so you still don't own me"
I look back to my plate and pick up the fork and knife to slice the beef. I glanced at Minho, he's still staring at me. He, then look at me from top to bottom before going back to his plate.
"You just have to wait love, I'll be the one to cool the flames that burn within you, my love, extinguishing their intensity with gentle caresses. And then, oh? then I'll ignite my own inferno, a blaze that will ravage your very being, leaving you consumed by ashes. Yet, despite the inevitable destruction, I am sure that I'll see the hunger in your eyes, that insatiable craving for the forbidden. You'll yearn for it all over again, won't you?"
After I heard those words, my throat felt dry I looked up at him, and he was already gazing at me with a witty smile, followed by a wink. In response, I hastily gulped down a glass of wine, only to immediately regret it as I choked. Minho set his fork aside and gently caressed my back as I looked up at him, my eyes filled with tears as I struggled to breathe. I expected him to show concern or guilt, but I was mistaken; he continued to smirk. He licked his lips and then asked...
"Hey, are you okay? Do you need to use the restroom? Wait, I'll take you there."
I never asked him to accompany me, but he still held my hand and guided me toward the restroom. Meanwhile, our parents exchanged glances and exchanged reassuring smiles..
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"Are you trying to flirt in front of our parents? You shouldn't have done that... it was embarrassing... at least check where we are standing,"
I said, washing my hands while Minho leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets.
"You thought I was flirting? Seducing? I don't need to flirt with someone who is already destined to be mine. It's you who needs to be careful around me and choose your words wisely, because I simply don't care about our surroundings or whether people are judging me because If that were the case, I wouldn't be standing in front of you as a mafia."
I turned off the tap and leaned against the sink. Our eyes locked in a moment of connection. Minho stepped closer, causing me to instinctively press myself further against the sink. I averted my gaze, looking downward to evade your penetrating stare. However, Minho gently lifted my chin, compelling me to meet his eyes, and he remarked..
"Why do I sense that you're hiding something from me? Your eyes... they convey something different..." His words flowed effortlessly from his lips.
"What could possibly be different? I haven't noticed anything," I responded, attempting to dismiss the fact that you appeared remarkably handsome up close.
"It's enigmatic, as if it harbors a hidden truth or some clandestine motive... You aren't truly hiding anything from me, are you?" Minho inquired, delicately tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.
I rolled my eyes playfully, meeting his gaze with a smile.
"Minho, I assure you, there's no need to worry. Facial expressions may convey various emotions, but the eyes? They never deceive. I have nothing to hide, truly."
The words slip out so casually because there's nothing to lie about, he's just overthinking.
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The families were engaged in their lively conversations, their laughter resonating across the serene lawn. After completing their photography session, Haewon and Minho gracefully joined the guests, their smiles radiant as they interacted with those in attendance. Minho, with his hand delicately wrapped around Haewon's waist, offered her gentle caresses, adding a touch of tenderness to their interactions.
In the midst of the joyful occasion, Haewon's phone rang, but she chose to ignore it, placing it on the nearest table. As the phone persisted in its insistent buzzing, Haewon declined the call once again, catching Minho's attention. With a questioning glance, Minho directed his gaze towards the phone.
"It's my friend but it's okay I'll call them tomor-"
Minho cut her words and gently remove her hand and motion her to pick her call
"Go ahead, answer the call. I'll deal with the others. Besides, I doubt you'll have the time and energy to call your friends tomorrow. Tonight, my love, I am finally claiming you and welcoming you into my life. Seize this opportunity,"
Minho whispered, planting a tender kiss on Haewon's forehead before allowing her to attend to the call.
"You got married huh? And you didn't even decided to tell me? That's very disappointing.. you know that? I just went for a buisness trip and this is what I'm hearing? You gettin' fucking married? Great."
The voice behind the phone huffed with frustration which got me tensed and nervous
"Who told you this...where did you get this information?" I look around to see Minho taking to father. He put his hand on Minho's shoulders and Minho smiled brightly.
"Who? What's the purpose to even ask me this when I'm literally standing here! I never thought you'll do this and now as you're getting married.. wish you a fucking happy Married life! Bye-"
the words were cut off by me as I answered his words with desperation. I glanced at Minho who's already looking at me with dull eyes. I motion him to wait 5 minutes and he nod in response. I turn my back to him and replied to the caller.
"No, please, let me explain... Don't hang up. I can clarify everything. Please, don't harm yourself. Let's meet in three days at our usual spot. Can you respond to me?"
Haewon's plea was met with a sudden disconnection, causing her to curse softly and nearly strike the table where the phone had been placed earlier.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Haewon turned back, only to find Minho standing before her making her gasp. He studied her expression before closing the distance between them, his hands tenderly cupping her cheeks as she leaned into his touch.
"Haewon, are you alright? Your cheeks appear flushed. Did something happen? Who was on the call?"
Minho asked with genuine concern, his eyes filled with worry, which made haewon to crack a smile.
"Flushed? Oh my, it must be my friends teasing me...," Haewon deflected the topic, glancing around. "Is everyone preparing to leave?" Minho nodded and gently held her hand.
"Let's go, alright? You seem exhausted..." Minho knelt down, carefully removing Haewon's heels. She placed her hand on his shoulder for support, and he met her gaze before remarking,
"To think that a man who never bowed to anyone is now kneeling for his wife. Oh, Lee Minho, your wife has truly cast a spell on you." Haewon chuckled and ruffled his hair, prompting him to motion for her to sit in the car, where he would join her after bidding farewell to his family.
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Minho took a moment to observe Haewon who's sitting inside the car as she used her phone. He then made a call while looking at haewon.
"Hello, Markus, it's Minho. I have a task for you." While Haewon continued to glance at the departing guests, Minho said
"I will send you a number tonight. gather information about the caller..."
Ending the call, he clicked his tongue in annoyance, straightened his hair and adjusted his coat, before opening the car door and settling inside.
