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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A S H L E Y
"Mama, carry me! Pleesh!" Ju squealed, arms stretched out as he bounced in front of me, his chubby legs wobbling with excitement.
We had just returned to the mansion. I had changed his clothes, finally getting him out of the tiny tuxedo he’d thrown a tantrum about at the party. Now, he wore nothing but his diaper, his baby-soft belly peeking out as he ran wild through the corridors like the little hurricane he was.
He looked like freedom—messy hair, flushed cheeks, loud giggles echoing off marble walls. And I? I just sat there on the couch, breathless from watching him. He was chaos, and somehow the calmest part of my day.
Too adorable to control. Too precious to scold.
His laugh was a melody that made the mansion feel like a home instead of a golden cage.
He darted past again, feet slapping against the polished floors, before circling back and jumping in front of me once more.
"Mamaaaa! Carry! Ju tired," he pouted, blinking up at me with those impossibly large eyes.
Eyes just like his father’s.
Same shape, same sharp outer corners, same lashes so long they curled at the ends. His nose, his lips—every part of him mirrored Jeon Jungkook in a way that almost made me ache.
Except Ju's face was untainted by time or sin. He was softness, giggles, innocence.
His father was something else entirely—a man forged in fire and silence. A man who didn’t flinch when guns were drawn or when blood stained the floor. Jungkook was all cold steel and quiet storms, a force to be reckoned with, respected, or feared.
But Ju… he was still untouched by the shadows. A walking contradiction to the man who gave him life.
I leaned forward, scooping Ju into my arms, his weight melting into me as he rested his head on my shoulder.
"You’re heavy," I teased, placing a kiss on his temple.
"Ju big now," he mumbled sleepily, snuggling closer, his tiny fingers curling into my shirt.
I smiled softly, letting my fingers run through his hair, breathing in the warm scent of baby lotion and his skin. This moment—this single, perfect breath of stillness—felt like magic.
