Book 1
Previously named as mafias chubby bride
[𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 ✔️] (rewriting)
Exuvia;
❝Shedding the past, being reborn into something new, even if painful.❞
He's a dangerous mafia boss.
She's a sweet, calm artist with a tender heart.
In a worl...
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J U N G K O O K
I feel nothing. Just… nothing.
But the warmth from moments ago still lingered—faint, haunting—dangling me by a thread I never knew I was holding onto.
It was dangerously alluring. Vicious in its own quiet way.
That feeling—watching her with my baby... smiling, laughing, looking like a fucking dream I can never touch.
There shouldn’t be flutters in my chest.There shouldn’t be warmth in my cold, empty shell. And yet… there was.
This quiet hope—barely there, almost cowardly—was rooting itself deep.The kind of hope I was never allowed to have.
A beginning.
Of something I can’t ask for. But maybe, just maybe, something I can live in. For a second. A breath. A stolen moment.
But dreams end. And I returned to my hellhole.
The place where my name drips in blood.The place that smells of gunpowder, gasoline, and corpses. The world that raised me, shackled me, broke me—then crowned me king.
This world never let go of me. It wrapped around my throat like a chain and made me its slave.
To kill. To burn. To become the villain I never asked to be.
The daily horror of signing death warrants. Of watching men beg for their lives and feeling nothing. Just because they crossed the wrong name.
I didn’t choose this. I was forced into it.
Dragged down by the bloodline I carry.Born into sin by the man they call “Lord.”
My father.
He made me a weapon. A blade to slit the throats of his enemies. He smiled when I came home soaked in blood.
He made me marry Alena, too. A marriage of convenience, power, profit. She was his pawn before she was ever mine.
And she broke me.
Left Ju behind like yesterday’s trash. She didn’t love him. She never wanted him.
But he’s the only thing that’s real in my life. The only thing that wasn’t poisoned by my father’s greed.
And now? Again.
He traded me off like fucking currency—this time to her.
Another deal. Another transaction. Another attempt to stack wealth upon blood.
