𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 |Taelisa|✓

17|Forced Marriage|

LISA POV

In the resplendent ballroom that had recently witnessed Jennie's joyous wedding, opulence and beauty intertwined seamlessly. Glistening chandeliers adorned the ceiling, casting a warm glow on the elaborate floral arrangements that adorned each table.

The walls were draped in luxurious fabrics, and the dance floor beckoned couples to partake in the elegance of the evening. As the enchanting music filled the air, I found myself in a Cinderella-inspired ensemble—a breathtaking blue gown and crystal shoes that added to the magical ambiance.

With minimal makeup enhancing my features, I felt like a character in a fairy tale, lost in the grandeur of the moment. Amidst the splendor, the realization of Taehyung's feelings for me became more apparent.

Despite his teasing and possessive nature, I sensed an underlying care that transcended his actions. The desire to express my emotions grew stronger, and I contemplated sharing my love with him.

As the wedding continued into the night, the grand ballroom pulsated with energy and joy. Guests mingled and danced, laughter filling the air as they celebrated the union of two souls bound by love.

The ballroom was adorned with opulent decorations, with shimmering lights casting a warm glow over the scene. Tables overflowed with delectable treats and beverages, inviting guests to indulge in the delights of the evening.

As my trance broke, I heard my father's voice approaching. "My beautiful daughter, you look like a princess. I wish there would be a king for you who treats you rightly and keeps you happy, as that's the only thing I want."

Smiling warmly, I responded, "Thanks, Dad." Suddenly, a man approached who bore a striking resemblance to my father in age. They embraced warmly, my father exclaiming, "It's so amazing, Jeevan, that you could make it. Where is your son, Jimin?" Mr. Jeevan replied, "He couldn't make it; as you know, he's now at the helm of one of the top businesses in Canada."

My father then introduced me to Mr. Jeevan. "This is my princess, my daughter Lisa Kim," he said proudly. Mr. Jeevan gently patted my head and remarked, "She is so beautiful, like a real princess." Flustered by the unexpected compliment, I smiled shyly, unsure of how to respond.

However, our enchanting moment was abruptly interrupted as my stepmother arrived, her arrival marked by a disdainful glance in my direction. She informed my father, "Dear, Jennie is calling for you; she needs her father."

My father chuckled and excused himself, accompanying Mr. Jeevan to meet my sister. "Come, I'll take you to meet my other daughter, Jennie," he said, leading the way as I followed, the lingering warmth of Mr. Jeevan's compliment still lingering in my mind.

My stepmother drew closer, her words laced with hostility. "Don't be happy, Lisa. Soon, I'll make you marry because you are becoming a burden. And don't think that by wearing this dress, you look like something. Just look at Jennie—how beautiful she looked with her husband, and you're just trying to get attention."

I remained composed, holding back the emotions her words stirred within me. "I seek neither attention nor comparison, but only the freedom to choose my path," I replied, meeting her gaze with determination.

Undeterred, my stepmother sneered, "Freedom? In this world, you'll learn that it's a luxury you can't afford. Your fate is woven with the choices I make for you."

As she walked away, I couldn't help but ponder the challenges ahead, realizing that my journey toward independence might face more obstacles than I anticipated.