In the shadowy underworld of Seoul, two families hold the reins of power: the Blackwoods, led by the ruthless Mr. Amber Blackwood, and the Parks, commanded by the cunning Mrs. Rosannè Park. For years, these powerful mafia clans have been locked in a...
The grand hall was draped in black and gold, a tasteful nod to both the Blackwood and Park families, whose empires had their roots in the shadows of Seoul. Chandeliers glistened above, casting an almost ominous glow over the faces of Seoul's most feared figures, each of whom had turned up for the rarest of sights-a truce through marriage.
Amber Blackwood stood at the altar, his expression as cold as his tailored black suit, every line of his body exuding frustration barely masked by forced poise. His eyes skimmed the crowd of mafiosos, who seemed more interested in this spectacle than in the union it was meant to symbolize. He tightened his jaw. This wasn't just a wedding; it was a show-one that he had to endure.
The ceremony was supposed to begin twenty minutes ago, and there was still no sign of his bride.
Amber's father leaned over, his voice low and firm. "Where is she? If she thinks this is a joke-"
"Trust me, if she creates any drama, I'll leave this wedding." Amber muttered, casting a cold glance at the empty aisle.
Meanwhile, Rosannè Park was causing havoc in the dressing room. Her stylist, who had been hired specifically for this day, was desperately trying to hold the bouquet in her hand, but Rosannè was having none of it.
"I'm not carrying a bouquet," she announced, rolling her eyes. "What am I, a bridesmaid?"
Her mother, dressed elegantly in black, gave her a look that could slice through glass. "You are a bride, Rosannè. For once in your life, could you not act like you're storming a fortress?"
"Oh, please," Rosannè huffed, adjusting the crooked veil on her head. "I don't know what's worse-the fact that I'm marrying Amber or the fact that everyone here thinks I'm about to become 'Mrs. Blackwood.'" She threw her hands up, making air quotes with her fingers, causing her veil to slide sideways.
"You are about to become Mrs. Blackwood, just don't create any chaos on the wedding day !" her mother deadpanned.
Rosannè grinned defiantly. "Not if I trip down the aisle first."
Her mother's eyes widened in horror, but before she could protest, Rosannè swept out of the dressing room, bouquet-less, veil half-hanging, and a smirk that screamed defiance. She was ready.
Amber glanced up, finally catching sight of Rosannè entering the hall. And the sight was... chaotic, to say the least. Her veil was already slipping off, her hair was slightly out of place, and she looked like she was being dragged to her own funeral.
He let out a low sigh. "Wonderful. She didn't even try to pretend she's interested."
Rosannè's gaze caught his as she walked down the aisle, and she smirked at his less-than-pleased expression. As she reached him, she leaned in and whispered just loud enough for only him to hear, "Missed me? You now know how hard your life is going to be when your wedding day is chaotic. "
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