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
I believe I was never the kind to say my will first. But somehow... I did.
Somehow, I had the courage to kiss him. On the cheek.
And even worse, with words like "you are a good husband."
That man-dark, wild, the kind who could kill without blinking if anyone dared step in his path-sat there, and I kissed him.
But he blushed. He really did.
The memory makes me giggle softly, even now.
I stand in front of the car, waiting, knowing there's another family meeting to attend. He adjusts ju's seat like always-calm, precise, controlled.
I slip into the back seat and wait for him to join me.
When he finally does, silence fills the space between us.
I steal a glance at him, searching for... something. But he doesn't say a word.
And that silence-it presses heavy on my chest. It makes me ache a little. Because no matter how much I try, no matter how close I lean, there's always this wall around him.
A wall he doesn't even try to break.
"What kind of meeting is it?" I ask, just to pull some words out of his mouth.
"New rules. Or someone being removed from the clan," he replies flatly, his tone giving nothing away.
"Oh..." I murmur, then try again. "And why do we have to attend it?"
His eyes flick briefly to the rearview mirror, checking on Ju, who is too busy playing on the tablet to notice. Once assured, his gaze returns forward.
"Because we're heirs. It's my responsibility to be there, to listen, and to know what's happening."
I hesitate, then ask, "Who makes the decisions?"
"My father. The lord."
"But... aren't you the mafia boss?" I tilt my head, genuinely puzzled.
"No. He is," Jungkook answers in that same detached voice. "I'm just the heir. The legacy only passes when the boss is dead."
"Oh..." the word slips from me, softer this time, heavy with something I can't name.
"But why do you always stay out when the Lord is the real boss?" I ask Jungkook, my voice carrying both curiosity and frustration.
"Because he owns my life, Ashley. He has every right to it." His tone is flat, almost lifeless.
