❝I married her just to keep the promise I'd made to you, my love.❞
A Forced Marriage AU in which Kim Taehyung, a young business tycoon is forced to marry the daughter of his father's friend against his own will.
➤ Kim Taehyung CEO AU
➤ Romance/Drama...
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Luxurious and elegant. Proud and haughty.
The hotel building towered over the girl like a giant Godzilla with a crimson head. The big letters blazing in neon red atop the building read, 'The Andromeda.'
The hotel where they had arranged the dinner was owned by the Kims. Jaein noticed how the building reflected the aura of its owners. Opulent. Intimidating. Although she hadn't yet met them in person, her inner voice kept on chanting it.
On their drive to the hotel, Jaein learnt a few facts about her future husband.
Taehyung had graduated from Oxford University and had taken over as the CEO of Kim Enterprises at the tender age of twenty-six. He was fluent in seven languages, and his excellence was as marvellous as his face.
Five years ago, with the collapse of the Kangs, the Kims surged to prominence, propelling them from second to first place as the country's richest and most influential family.
That might offer him enough reasons to be arrogant and egoistic.
Jaein was certain of one thing: her supposed fiancé must be nothing less than a pampered brat from the upper crust, and she totally hated such people.
"Honey, you look so lovely," Mrs. Park cooed, pulling Jaein out of her tangle of thoughts. She passed a small smile in her daughter's direction and began adjusting the younger woman's hair, which was made into an elegant side bun.
Jaein feigned a smile at her, and the older one instantly grasped the younger woman's expression. She was, after all, her mother. She must know her daughter very well.
Mrs. Park returned an apologetic smile, silently conveying that she was genuinely sorry for pushing her against her will.
"Hello, Jaesung!" A deep voice interrupted them.
Mr. Park was pulled into a warm hug by a middle-aged man. The man had a broad smile spread across his face, as though he had finally won a war. With a pair of rectangular glasses perched upon his nose and dressed in a neat grey suit, he seemed rich. Filthy rich.
A woman in her mid-fifties stood beside him. She was dressed elegantly. Just like the man, the woman also sported a big smile.
They might be Mr. and Mrs. Kim.
Feet planted to the ground and hands gripping the sides of her dress, Jaein was a statue, albeit one that could breathe. A strange wave of uneasiness clasped her legs and creeped up her spine. Perhaps she was nervous to meet the man she was promised to. Or perhaps she was anxious about what lay ahead for her after the wedding. Either way, she couldn't pinpoint the exact reason.
