ʜᴀɴᴅꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ || ᴋᴛʜ

Chapter 10 || The Wedding

Flowers fragrance filled the air while the ceremony was held outside in the garden area.

Y/n was glad she was wearing a veil that covered most of her face as a part of the tradition. Because if anyone were to see her face right then, they would immediately know she was forced into the marriage. They would also know she hated and loathed the man she was marrying.

"Place your hand in the groom's and repeat the vows after me," the priest instructed.

Y/n followed the instructions blindly. But it was hard to control the urge to snatch her hand away from the large one enclosing hers in a firm grip. It also took tremendous effort to keep her hand still and stop it from trembling.

She couldn't afford to show any weakness to the devil at this early stage.

Her father was putting on a brave front for her sake. He attended to the formalities with a forced smile to reassure her.

Soon, the ceremony was over, and she had to stand up to receive the guests to seek their blessings. Her face remained tight under the veil as people complimented on what a beautiful couple they made.

Some people gave her looks of pity, some gave her looks of pure envy, and some seemed to romanticize the hurried wedding. No matter what, they remained polite. But not everyone was polite and nice, especially the Kim patriarch.

She was asked to seek his blessings by the priest. Since Kim Tae-hyung was continuing to receive the wedding guests, she had to step down the wedding dais and meet the old man in a wheelchair.

Does he blame me for his son's and daughter-in-law's deaths too?

She found her answer as soon as she saw the old man's face. Despite being seated in a wheelchair, hatred and resentment oozed out of him.

He watched her grimly. "The Kims have been controlling the lives and fortunes and the future of millions of people over the decades. Your mother wanted a taste of that and ended up killing my son. I hope you are not a fool to think that my grandson will forgive you or your father."

There was a sinister smile. "He's going to break you. And I will enjoy watching your father trying to pick up those broken pieces."

Chills passed through her at the blatant threat that sounded more like a promise.

***

The ride from her father's home was long and tense. Or maybe it felt long because she was seated next to the man she hated and feared. The luxury car felt small and claustrophobic even though there was ample space between her and the man she was married to.

And although she tried to ignore it, her senses were filled with the subtle cologne which her mind associated with danger and passion. It was a clean, masculine smell with a hint of sandalwood and musk.

She tried to breathe evenly while her heart thudded loudly in her ears. Trying hard to ignore him and the havoc his presence played on her mind and body, she stared out of the window where the sun was beginning to set. She noticed that they were driving to the city outskirts towards the ocean.

During her childhood, she recalled going a few times to the Kims' beach house which was in a similar direction.

Why is he taking me there?

She had heard that he lived in the heart of the city in a penthouse which was accessible to any corner of the city. Did he think it would be easy for her to escape if she were in the city?

As if she had the luxury to escape. If she did, then she would have been long gone.

The silence was deafening and heavy with tension. She tried not to shift uncomfortably in the seat. But the man she was married to didn't seem to notice or care. He sat back casually and looked out of the car at the passing scenery.