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"You may kiss your bride." Said the priest.

I raised my head. Every pair of eyes in the pavilion are looking at me, waiting for a glimmer of weakness. Dad would scold me if I showed fear, and Kim Taehyung would use that against us.

But I grew up in a world where the perfect mask was the only protection afforded to girls and I had no trouble changing my face into a calm expression. No one will know how much I want to run away including Taehyung.

I can't hide myself from him, no matter how hard I try. My body wouldn't stop shaking and his grip on my hand grew stronger. My gaze met Taehyung's cold black eyes, I can tell that he knows. How often did he have to instill fear in others? Realizing that, maybe it was the natural talent of the biggest mafia boss.

 How often did he have to instill fear in others? Realizing that, maybe it was the natural talent of the biggest mafia boss

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He bends down to reach my lips, I'm shoulder height

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He bends down to reach my lips, I'm shoulder height. There was no sign of doubt, fear or doubt on his face. My lips are trembling on his lips. My first kiss, if that can be called a kiss. His eyes looked bored, as he pulled away. The message is clear, "you are mine"

I shudder and Taehyung's eyes narrow for a second before his face turns into a smile as we face the applauding guests

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I shudder and Taehyung's eyes narrow for a second before his face turns into a smile as we face the applauding guests. He can change his expression in an instant. I have to study too if I want to survive in this marriage.

Taehyung and I walked down the red carpet past the guests who stood and clapped, and left the pavilion.

Outside, dozens of waiters waited with glasses of champagne and small plates of canapes. This is the time for us to receive the prayers and congratulations from each guest and then sit down for dinner.

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