𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗

Inflamed Senses

Hi y'all

>  So, this chapter is the wedding. They are getting married. And the story progresses. Though I have to warn you, a lot of things from a typical wedding don't happen in this one. :)

Happy reading

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"... in sickness and in health, for life?"

Oh no, she didn't. She would rather scrape the pieces off his glorious body and wipe the floor with it.

She looked around at the gathered crowd, pursing her lips. It had been a week since she had been told she had to marry a piece of garbage, hot garbage, if garbage was hot, whatever. She had to marry Jeon Jungkook and it had been a week since she had shown him the finger, which had given her pleasure like nothing else. It had been a whirlwind of a week. It seemed apparently, that apart from her father, Anatoly, her douche bag fiance and herself, no one knew of the actual reason for the sudden marriage. Not counting Namjoon and Jimin. What everyone else thought was that it was a torrid case of head-over-heels between the two (which would have made her blush three years ago, but now, nuh-uh) and what shocked her was that people actually thought this was a good match. She felt like laughing hysterically whenever she heard that one.

Her mother had been in seventh heaven, or maybe one beyond that, when she had found out. She had gone all gaga over Jungkook's personality, in a very cliched case of 'like daughter, like mother' and had hurried all the arrangements for what should have been the wedding of a lifetime. It so wasn't. Her father had not spoken to her since the revelations in his office. She frankly didn't care right now. He screwed up and if he felt bad for her calling him on it, he had to deal with that on his own while she was busy saving him.

Anatoly had apologized profusely, every time that he had seen her and she had not been able to hold her grudge against him for longer than one day. The man genuinely had had no idea how bad the situation had gotten and he would never have put his own ego before her future. She knew that deep in her bones. So, on the second day of him apologizing, with almost tears in his eyes, she had launched herself at him in a hug and whispered a "You are still my favorite uncle" in his ears. He had sworn her to secrecy to never tell anyone that he had cried. She had too, just a little.

But then she had gone to her room and started thinking, completely coolly. Her husband-to-be was clever, she had known. Crazy smart. But if she was going to be his wife, she was going to be smarter. She didn't entirely know what she was going to do exactly, but if she managed to stay alert and not go weak in the knees around him, she would be just fine and dandy and kicking his firm butt. It had helped that she had not seen him for the entire week but then, she had been busy with her mother, shopping for the dress and what not. What she wouldn't give to just curl up in her bed in her Powerpuff Girls pajamas with WiFi right now.

Speaking of now, she was standing in the gardens of her own house, which had been decorated with white and blue canopies and light pink flowers. The wind was calm, unlike her insides, the sun was slowly setting into a beautiful dusk, streaking the sky a beautiful purple and pink, and the seating area was occupied with members of the Bratva from all over the world, all guests of her father. Her mother did not have any women friends outside the Bratva wives. They actually had a club going- "Bratva Wives Club"- and yes, it had been her mother's eccentric idea. She shook her head in fondness.

The only good thing that came from this charade was that Jimin would be accompanying her to her marital home, as her bodyguard. She was grateful because there was no one she could trust more to be around her, even when she was at her worst. He knew about the marriage and its conditions because Chaeyoung had told him. She didn't want him in the dark if he was coming. Right now, he was standing stoically with all the other bodyguards, including Namjoon, who as always, was looking at her with understanding in his warm eyes. She looked away, her hand clenching tightly, towards her only guest in the crowd. Jennie Kim.