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
Two months ago
I woke up my eyes prying open not out of rest, but out of duty. Another day. Another order to fulfill. Another reminder that I wasn’t born for peace or love I was made to follow commands, trained to become a weapon. A killing machine.
My gaze stayed fixed on the ceiling, empty and blank, just like the space I sometimes feel inside me. The air felt thick. Suffocating. Like the walls of this room knew too much about me. My sins. My scars. My silence.
But then I turned my head, and everything stilled.
There she was. Ashley. Lying next to me, wrapped in the soft blanket like she belonged to the safety I could never offer. Her face was calm, untouched by nightmares. Just rosy cheeks, softly parted lips, and a chest that rose and fell with the rhythm of peace I never knew.
It was torment not to lean down and kiss her right then and there.
To touch her like she was mine.
To pull her into my arms and keep her there protected, shielded, adored.
But I couldn’t. I had no right.
Because she wasn’t mine. Not really.
And even if she was how could someone like her fall for someone like me?
“What if I fall for you?”
she said just the night before. The memory of her voice burned like a brand on my skin.
How could she say that?
How could she even think that?
There is nothing in me worth falling for. No softness left. No safety.
She deserves sunlight. Laughter. A future that doesn’t smell of blood and gunpowder. A love that doesn’t come with a warning label.
I sat up slowly, eyes never leaving her face. She looked so small in that moment so fragile, like porcelain that could crack under the weight of my world.
I reached out instinctively, tugging the blanket higher over her bare shoulder. My fingers hovered for a second so close to her skin I could feel its warmth but I didn’t touch her.
I couldn’t.
Because if I did, I wouldn’t be able to let go.
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"Boss," Seo Jun called out as my boots hit the blood-stained ground, the sharp stench of diesel, petrol, and death assaulting my senses.
