Chapter 1 The Wedding Of Revenge
Rain slammed against the glass walls of the bridal room, turning the outside world into a blur of silver and grey.
Inside, everything was too quiet.
Han Seoyeon stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection in a white wedding dress. She didn’t look like a bride.
She looked like someone being sent away.
Her fingers trembled as she adjusted the veil that refused to sit straight, as if even fabric resisted this moment.
Outside the room, laughter echoed through the luxury hall. Crystal lights. Expensive perfume. Perfect smiles.
A perfect wedding.
A perfect lie.
The door opened without warning.
Her mother walked in first.
“Stop looking like that,” she said coldly. “You should be grateful. A man like Jeon Jungkook doesn’t come twice in a lifetime.”
Seoyeon didn’t answer.
Grateful.
If only gratitude could erase fear.
Her mother stepped closer, voice dropping into something sharper.
“Listen carefully. Today is not about you. One mistake… and you will regret it for the rest of your life.”
Then she left.
The door shut.
Silence returned.
Seoyeon finally exhaled, shaky and uneven.
Her gaze lowered to the chain around her neck.
A simple ring hung from it.
The only thing she had left of Park Jimin.
Her fingers closed around it tightly.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice breaking in a way no one would ever hear.
A knock interrupted her.
“Han Seoyeon,” the staff called gently, “it’s time.”
Her heart dropped.
Not because she wasn’t ready.
But because there was no way to be ready for this.
Step by step, she walked forward.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
Like she was walking into something she could never escape.
The wedding hall was breathtaking.
White roses lined the aisle. Chandeliers sparkled like frozen stars. Hundreds of elite guests filled the room.
At the end of it all stood Jeon Jungkook.
Black suit. Straight posture. Cold expression.
He didn’t look like a groom waiting for his bride.
He looked like a man waiting for justice.
The moment Seoyeon appeared, the hall fell silent.
Every gaze turned.
But only his mattered.
Jeon Jungkook lifted his eyes slowly.
And something unreadable passed through them.
Not love.
Not softness.
Something buried deeper.
Anger.
Memory.
Pain.
Seoyeon’s breath caught.
For a split second, the world shifted.
She saw him—not Jungkook—but the boy who once stood beside laughter and sunlight.
But then the illusion broke.
His expression hardened again.
Jungkook’s jaw tightened.
Seven years.
Seven years since Park Jimin died.
And the person standing in front of him was still breathing.
The priest began speaking, but Seoyeon barely heard a word.
Her heartbeat drowned everything out.
Jungkook leaned slightly toward her, voice low enough only she could hear.
“You’re shaking.”
Seoyeon froze.
His lips curved faintly—not warmth, not kindness.
Something closer to control.
“Good.”
Her fingers went numb.
“Because this marriage,” he said quietly, “is not your beginning.”
A pause.
It felt intentional.
“It’s your punishment.”
Her eyes flickered.
Before she could respond, the priest’s voice filled the hall.
“Jeon Jungkook, do you take Han Seoyeon as your wife?”
“I do.”
No hesitation.
No emotion.
Only certainty.
Then—
All eyes turned to her.
The world waited.
Seoyeon’s throat tightened painfully.
Truth rose inside her chest—
and then sank again under fear, memory, and silence.
Slowly, she whispered:
“I do.”
A final word.
A final surrender.
Jungkook looked at her like she had just signed something irreversible.
And maybe she had.
Because love was never part of this story.
Only revenge.
And something far more dangerous beginning to grow beneath it.
