Haters To Lovers

CHAPTER- 4

The first few days in the mansion were a blur of cold indifference. Jungkook was true to his word—he kept his distance, disappearing into his study or leaving for business, barely acknowledging your presence. It was as though you were a ghost in the halls, a reminder of a marriage neither of you wanted.

But that was fine. You were used to moving through life unnoticed, used to wearing masks. It was how you had survived, how you had thrived. Jungkook had no idea who you truly were, and you intended to keep it that way—at least for now.

Late into the night, after the mansion had fallen silent, you sat at the edge of your bed, your mind racing. The events of the wedding day still played on a loop, Jungkook's cold words echoing in your ears. The hate was palpable, but you knew there was more behind it. He wasn't a man who let people in easily, and you weren't here to force his hand. Yet, the urge to break through his walls lingered.

But that wasn't your priority tonight.

While Jungkook may have viewed you as nothing more than a burden, you had your own empire to manage. The underground world of crime and power didn't stop because you had been forced into this marriage. The phone in your hand buzzed softly, the screen lighting up with an encrypted message from your most trusted lieutenant.

Everything is in place, boss. We await your orders.

You smiled to yourself, the sharp edge of control returning to your posture. This marriage might have been forced upon you, but your power was yours to command. From behind the scenes, you had built a network that rivaled Jungkook's—though he was completely unaware. For now, you needed to keep it that way.

But tonight, you were ready to remind the world that the queen still held her throne.

You slipped quietly out of your room, careful not to disturb the silence. The mansion's hallways were dimly lit, casting long shadows on the marble floors. You moved like a ghost, unseen and unheard, until you reached a hidden alcove in the house—a secret passage that led out to a part of the city Jungkook had no control over.

Your contacts were waiting for you, just as planned. They were loyal, knowing the real power behind your name, not the fragile bride Jungkook saw. You weren't just his wife. You were the leader of a force that could shake his entire empire to its core, should you choose to unleash it.

By the time you returned, dawn was breaking over the city, casting a pale light over the sprawling mansion. You slipped back into your room unnoticed, just as you always did. It was a dangerous game you played, walking the line between being the unseen queen and the unwanted wife. But this was your domain, the shadows where you thrived.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, you sat in front of the grand mirror, brushing out your hair as if last night had never happened. You were the picture of elegance, the perfect wife—but the power simmering beneath the surface was undeniable.

Just as you finished, the door to your room opened with a soft click. Jungkook stood in the doorway, his expression as unreadable as ever. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with an intensity that made the air in the room grow thick.

"Where were you last night?" His voice was low, but there was an edge to it, a hint of suspicion.

Your pulse quickened, but you remained calm. "What are you talking about?" you asked, your voice smooth, even as your heart raced.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. "Don't play games with me. I know you left the house."

For a moment, you debated your options. Jungkook was no fool—he was sharp, always watching, always calculating. But he didn't know the full extent of your capabilities. Not yet.

"I went for a drive," you finally said, keeping your gaze steady. "I couldn't sleep, and I needed some air."

He studied you for a long moment, his dark eyes searching for something—maybe a lie, maybe the truth. Then, without another word, he turned and left, the door closing softly behind him.

You let out a quiet breath, your mind racing. He was suspicious, but he didn't know enough. Not yet. But soon, the walls between you and Jungkook would begin to crack. And when they did, the truth would come pouring out.

As you stood, you glanced at your reflection one more time. You weren't just his wife. You were a queen—hidden in plain sight, waiting for the right moment to reveal your power. And when that moment came, Jungkook would realize that he had married a force far more dangerous than he could have ever imagined.