"You monster!" she yelled, her voice trembling with rage and desperation. "What did you do to my father?"
Taehyung gripped her shoulders and pressed her against the couch, hovering above her. Y/N struggled, cursing him for her father's condition.
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Y/N stood in the dressing room, the sounds of media frenzy and the excited chatter of guests muffled behind the closed door. The chaos outside contrasted sharply with the stillness she felt within. Taehyung had delivered on his promise, lifting all charges against her family's company with just a few powerful moves, a stark reminder of his formidable influence. All their struggles had been effortlessly erased by his hand, and he had publicly announced their rushed marriage, citing unavoidable circumstances. The media had latched onto the story, relishing the unexpected twist. Taehyung, ever the cunning strategist, had played his cards perfectly.
With a heavy sigh, Y/N turned to face the mirror. The wedding dress fit her flawlessly, hugging her curves as if it had been tailored just for her. The white fabric shimmered under the soft lighting, accentuating her ethereal beauty. Her lips, painted a delicate pink, were slightly parted in a mix of resignation and disbelief. Her hair was styled elegantly, cascading down in soft waves that framed her face. Her nose was petite and refined, her jawline sharp and well-defined, adding to her striking appearance. Her skin, smooth and radiant, seemed almost luminous against the pristine dress. She looked like a vision of bridal perfection.
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But her eyes told a different story. They were void of any emotion, reflecting the emptiness she felt inside. Her heart was heavy with the weight of shattered dreams. She had always imagined marrying someone she loved deeply, spending her life with a partner who cherished her. She had dreamed of a wedding filled with joy, surrounded by love and warmth. But now, she was about to marry the most heartless man she had ever known, a man whose very presence made her feel trapped.
Y/N's gaze roamed around the room, landing on the familiar painting hanging on the wall. It was one of her mother's works, a piece that had always inspired her. She had dreamed of opening her own art gallery one day, following in her mother's footsteps and living a life of creative freedom. But those dreams felt impossible now, crushed under the weight of her forced marriage. Her hopes of living as an artist, of carrying on her mother's legacy, seemed like distant fantasies.
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