mafia king wife ✔️

Chapter 9: The Unseen Chains

The days passed in a haze of uncertainty. Yn tried to go about her life in the mansion with as much normalcy as she could muster, but every moment was tainted by the constant reminder that she was no longer the master of her own destiny. Taehyung’s presence loomed over her, always in the background, always watching, controlling.

He had made it clear that she was his, and even if she rejected his lavish gifts and his cold attempts at affection, she knew deep down that she had no real escape. Every time she tried to push him away, he found another way to reel her back in—whether it was with his silent dominance or his cryptic words that made her question what she truly wanted.

It was on a particularly quiet morning when things took a darker turn.

Yn had just finished breakfast and was walking through the hallway when she overheard voices coming from the study. She recognized Taehyung’s deep voice, but there was someone else with him—someone unfamiliar. Curious, she slowed her pace, attempting to make out the conversation.

“…You’ve been too soft with her,” the unfamiliar voice said, a man’s voice, rough and unyielding. “She needs to understand her place, Taehyung. You’ve given her too many chances to defy you.”

Yn froze, her heart beating faster. She knew they were talking about her, but the words that followed were what sent a chill down her spine.

“You’re spoiling her,” the voice continued. “She’s not like the others. You’ve let her retain too much of her independence. She’s not some naive girl who will fall into line with just a few gifts and privileges. You need to be more forceful.”

Taehyung’s voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it. “I know what I’m doing,” he said, his tone unwavering. “She’ll come around when she sees that this is her life now. When she realizes there’s nowhere else to go, she’ll stop resisting.”

Yn’s breath hitched in her chest. She didn’t dare move, afraid that they would hear her, afraid of what she had just heard. The coldness in Taehyung’s words shook her. She had known he was calculating, but to hear him speak so casually about breaking her spirit—it was terrifying.

“We’ll see,” the man said, his voice dripping with malice. “If she won’t bend willingly, you know what to do.”

The conversation ended with the sound of footsteps approaching the door. Panicking, Yn quickly ducked into a nearby room and shut the door behind her. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to steady her breathing. She had to calm down. She had to think.

But the truth was unavoidable—Taehyung wasn’t just interested in having her as his wife. He wanted to control her, to break her until she was nothing more than an obedient, silent extension of his will. And she was just a pawn in his game.

She stayed in the room for a long time, barely daring to move. The fear coursing through her veins made it difficult to think clearly, but she knew one thing for certain: she couldn’t let this happen. She couldn’t let him break her.

Later that evening, after the terrifying conversation had all but faded from her mind, Taehyung called for her to join him in the study. Reluctantly, Yn made her way there, her every step heavy with dread. When she entered the room, Taehyung was sitting behind his massive desk, the soft glow of the lamps casting shadows across his face. His eyes flickered to her, but they were unreadable.

“Sit,” he commanded, his voice as cold as ever.

She obeyed, though every instinct inside her screamed to run. As she sat, she studied him closely, wondering if he was aware that she had overheard his conversation. But his expression was unchanged, his demeanor as calm and controlled as ever.

“I want you to know something,” he said, his voice smooth and even. “You’re not here by accident. You’re not just a trophy to me, Yn. You’re my wife, and that means something.”

She swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. “You’ve made that abundantly clear.”

Taehyung’s lips curled into a faint smile, though there was no warmth behind it. “You think you understand me, but you don’t. I don’t do things half-heartedly. When I claim something, I keep it. And you, Yn, are mine. Whether you like it or not.”

Her pulse quickened, but she refused to show fear. “I don’t belong to you, Taehyung. No matter what you say.”

His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Yn thought she saw a flicker of something more dangerous than she had ever imagined. “You will,” he replied softly. “And you’ll learn to love it. Because whether you admit it or not, you crave the power I give you. You crave the control.”

His words sent a jolt of anger through her, but she fought to keep her voice steady. “I crave my freedom, not your control.”

Taehyung’s gaze softened, but there was a coldness lurking behind it. “Freedom doesn’t exist in my world, Yn. You’ll learn that in time.”

Yn clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. “I’ll never accept this,” she whispered, the words a vow to herself. “I’ll never be your prisoner.”

Taehyung stood, his tall form casting a long shadow across the room. “You’re already mine, Yn. You just don’t know it yet.”

As he turned and walked toward the door, Yn’s mind raced with plans, with thoughts of escape. She knew she had to find a way out of this twisted game. But every step she took toward freedom seemed to lead her deeper into Taehyung’s web.

And with every passing day, she feared that she was getting closer to losing herself.