Mr. Billionaire's feisty sparrow

Jeon Jungkook's private marriage ceremony

Jeon Jungkook, at 34, was the very definition of success. As the first heir to Jeoneung Corporates, a multibillion-dollar conglomerate, he ruled the business world from his luxurious office perched atop a Seoul skyscraper. The city glittered beneath him, a vast expanse of possibilities, yet it all felt like a ticking clock.

Jeoneung wasn't just a business; it was his life's work, his legacy. His grandfather's words echoed in his mind daily: "Find your true mate, destined by the moon goddess herself, and claim your full succession. Fail, and you can marry anyone to secure only 30% before you turn 35."

Jungkook's grandfather knew he was married to his company. It's only because of him that the company grew and flourished. So inorder to have a true heir to carry on this, Jungkook's grandfather—a witty old man had only one choice— writing something like this on his will before he died. So the old man did just that.

And the day after tomorrow was his 35th birthday. Despite years of searching, he hadn't found his true mate. He'd dated, networked, attended countless events, and even consulted spiritual guides, all to no avail. The moon goddess remained elusive, and the thought of losing what he had devoted his life to gnawed at him.

His assistant, Minji, knocked softly before entering his office. "Sir, the private marriage ceremony is arranged for tomorrow," she informed him, her voice steady and professional.

Jungkook sighed, turning away from the window. "Thank you, Minji. And the arrangement?"

"She's been informed and agreed to the terms. It's a straightforward transaction, as you requested. Her name's Hana"

He nodded, though the idea left him feeling empty. This wasn't how he had envisioned his wedding day, but his options were running out. "Make sure everything goes smoothly. No complications."

"Yes, sir," Minji replied, then hesitated. "Are you sure about this, Mr. Jeon? There's still time to reconsider."

"No," Jungkook said firmly. "This is the only way. I've tried and exhausted everything else."

Minji nodded and left him alone with his thoughts. He ran a hand through his hair, the weight of his decision pressing down on him. Marrying for business felt like a betrayal of everything he believed in, but he couldn't let Jeoneung slip through his fingers.

A photo of his grandfather on his desk caught his eye. The old man's stern yet kind face seemed to judge him from beyond the grave. "I'm doing this because of you, old man," Jungkook muttered, seeking some semblance of approval. Jungkook could never hate his grandfather. After all, he was and is his role model.

He leaned back in his chair, memories of his grandfather teaching him the ropes flooding his mind. The old man had been tough but fair, instilling in him the values of hard work and dedication. Jeoneung was more than a company; it was a family legacy, and Jungkook had to protect it at all costs.

The hours ticked by as he buried himself in work, trying to distract himself from the turmoil inside. But as the sun set and the city lights flickered on, the reality of his decision loomed larger. Tomorrow, he would enter into an arranged marriage, a transactional alliance to secure his future. It felt like a compromise, a defeat.

That night, sleep eluded him. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing. What if his true mate was out there, just beyond his reach? What if he was making a mistake? But doubt was a luxury he couldn't afford. He had made his decision, and he had to live with it.

******

The next morning dawned bright and clear. Jungkook dressed in a tailored suit, every detail meticulously perfect. He looked at himself in the mirror, his reflection staring back with a mix of resolve and resignation. This was it. He had to go through with it.

The ceremony was held in a secluded venue, away from prying eyes. Only a handful of people were present: close family, a few trusted friends, and business associates. The atmosphere was tense, charged with unspoken expectations.

Jungkook stood, waiting for the appointed time. His bride-to-be was a woman he barely knew—a suitable match, Minji had assured him, someone who understood the business dynamics and was willing to play her part. But as he stood there, the heaviness in his chest grew.

As the minutes passed, Jungkook's mind wandered. Was this truly the path he wanted to take? Was sacrificing his personal happiness worth the future of Jeoneung? The questions gnawed at him, but there was no turning back now.

Just as the ceremony was about to begin, a commotion at the entrance caught everyone's attention. In walked Park Jimin, the 18-year-old omega son of his close business partner, Sejun. Jimin had just returned from studying abroad, and Jungkook hadn't seen him anywhere. The young man's presence was unexpected, his sassy demeanor and striking looks drawing attention.

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. There was something about Jimin—an aura, a presence—that felt different, almost magnetic. As their eyes met, a strange sensation washed over him. He saw Jimin's eyes glow, and he felt his own eyes doing the same. Their inner wolves screamed the same word within them: "Mate!"

The room seemed to fade away as Jungkook and Jimin stared at each other. Everything else became background noise. Jungkook's wolf howled with joy, recognizing its other half. The realization hit him like a tidal wave—he had found his true mate.

Jimin seemed equally stunned, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion. He took a hesitant step forward, as if drawn by an invisible force.

"Who are you?"

"What's happening?"

"You..." Jungkook whispered, barely able to contain the emotions surging within him.

Jimin's lips parted, his voice soft and trembling. "What is this? Why do I feel...?"

"It's you," Jungkook interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. "You're my mate."