Force marriage to mafia(Slow Updates)

First night

As Y/n stepped into the opulent mansion, she was greeted by the soft curtsies of the maids, who seemed to be trained to obey every command with military precision. One of the maids, a petite woman with a kind face, approached Y/n and led her to her room with a gentle touch on her elbow.

The room was a veritable oasis of tranquility, with plush carpets and soft music floating in the air. Y/n's eyes widened as she took in the grandeur of the space, feeling a sense of wonder and awe wash over her.
Room:

After a few minutes of quiet contemplation, the door swung open and Taehyung strode in, his eyes scanning the room with a mixture of boredom and disdain. He flung his coat onto the floor with a careless gesture, as if it was nothing more than a used rag.

Y/n's eyes snapped to attention, her heart racing at the sudden intrusion.
Y/n: A...a why are you throwing your clothes on the floor?" (she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper)

Taehyung's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger.
Tae:Who are you to tell me? (he growled, his voice low and menacing.)
Tae:These are my clothes, and I'll put them where I want. You're just my wife, damn it. You'll do what I say.

Y/n's tears began to well up in her eyes as Taehyung's words cut deep into her soul. She felt like a mere possession, a plaything to be used and discarded at his whim.

But Taehyung didn't seem to notice her distress. He continued to rant and rave, his words dripping with venom and contempt. Tae:I married you just because of my mom (he spat, his voice dripping with disdain.) You're just a pawn in my game, nothing more.

Y/n felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair as Taehyung's words washed over her. She tried to speak, but her voice was caught in her throat. Tears streamed down her face as she felt like she was losing herself in the darkness of his emotions.

Finally, Taehyung seemed to tire of his tirade and let go of Y/n, releasing her from his grasp. She stumbled backward, her heart racing with fear and uncertainty.

As she made her way to the changing room, she couldn't help but feel like she was trapped in a nightmare from which she couldn't wake up. She changed into her pajamas, trying to shake off the lingering feeling of shame and embarrassment.

When she emerged from the changing room, she saw that Taehyung's clothes were still strewn across the floor. Without thinking, she bent down and picked them up, placing them on the couch with a quiet dignity.

As she looked around the room, she saw that Taehyung had already fallen asleep, his chest rising and falling with slow, even breaths. Without hesitation, she slipped onto the bed beside him, feeling a sense of exhaustion wash over her.

As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but wonder if this was what marriage was all about - being treated like a possession, being used and discarded at one's whim. But as she closed her eyes, she knew that she had to hold on to hope - hope that someday things would change for the better.
Next morning
The morning sunlight streaming through the windows cast a warm glow over the quiet kitchen. Y/n, still feeling the lingering emotions from the previous night, got dressed and made her way downstairs, trying to shake off the lingering doubts. She couldn't help but steal a glance at Taehyung's bedroom door, wondering if he was still sleeping off the previous night's events. But her curiosity got the better of her, and she hesitated, unsure if she was ready to confront him again.

Mrs. Kim, busy preparing breakfast, greeted Y/n with a warm smile.
Mrs Kim:Good morning, dear! Did you sleep well?
She asked, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she expertly flipped a pancake.

Y/n forced a smile, trying to appear normal despite the turmoil brewing inside.
Y/n:Good morning, mom. Yeah, I did. Just... needed a good night's rest.
She replied, trying to downplay the events of the previous night.

Mrs. Kim didn't seem to notice anything amiss, and Y/n breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Just as Y/n was about to take a seat at the table, Taehyung emerged from his bedroom, looking refreshed and awake. His piercing gaze scanned the room before locking onto Y/n, and for a moment, their eyes held a silent understanding. Y/n felt her heart skip a beat as she wondered if he was going to bring up last night's conversation.

The morning air was thick with tension as Taehyung sat down at the table, he was looking so handsome.
She could feel her heart racing in her chest, her palms growing sweaty as she met his cold, unwavering stare. The silence was palpable, heavy with unspoken emotions.
Him:

Just as it seemed like the atmosphere was going to become unbearable, Mrs. Kim's warm voice cut through the silence, breaking the spell.
Mrs Kim: So, where are you two going for your honeymoon? (she asked, her eyes twinkling with excitement.)

Taehyung and Y/n exchanged a glance, the tension between them crackling like electricity. Taehyung's expression turned even colder, his voice dripping with annoyance.
Tae:Mom, what do you mean by honeymoon? I don't have time for this. I have work.

Mrs. Kim's face fell, but she recovered quickly, her tone firm but gentle.

Mrs Kim: Taehyung, work can wait. This is the time you and Y/n should go somewhere special together. You just got married, after all.

Y/n felt a flutter in her chest as she watched Taehyung's reaction. He glanced at her, his eyes flashing with a mixture of annoyance and frustration before turning back to his mother.

Tae:Mom, we'll discuss this later. I'm running late."

Without another word, Taehyung finished his breakfast and pushed back his chair, leaving the table with a sense of relief. Y/n was left sitting alone with Mrs. Kim, feeling like she was trapped in a vortex of uncertainty.

As they finished their breakfast in silence, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over her. She was about to get up and leave when suddenly, the doorbell rang out, shattering the tense atmosphere.

The maid opened the door to reveal a young woman standing on the porch, her smile bright and cheerful.
Who was that Women at the door and why was she here keep reading to find out. Also sorry for adding this part late have a great day I'll add next one soon stay tuned :)