Tiyara awoke to the soft gray light of dawn seeping through the heavy drapes of the large, unfamiliar bedroom. For a fleeting moment, she forgot where she was, but the glint of the wedding band on her finger quickly reminded her. She was married—to Jungkook Jeon, the new mafia leader and CEO of Jeon Enterprises. A mixture of emotions swirled in her chest: nervousness, sorrow, and the aching emptiness that had grown since her parents’ passing.
She took a deep breath, the coldness of the silk sheets beneath her skin reminding her of the distance between herself and Jungkook. He hadn't come to their room last night. She’d heard the quiet creak of the door as he entered his study late into the night, but despite the urge to speak with him, she'd lacked the courage to approach.
Pushing herself up, she noticed how starkly out of place she felt in the grandeur of their mansion. Ornate chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting delicate patterns onto the marble floor. Everything was immaculate, a testament to their wealth, but also a reminder of her new reality—one that felt cold and empty.
There was a light knock at the door, breaking the silence. "Ma'am, may I come in?" It was a maid, her voice respectful and tentative.
"Y-yes," Tiyara replied, trying to steady herself.
A middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile entered, carrying a tray of breakfast. "Good morning. Master Jungkook asked me to ensure you had breakfast," she said, placing the tray on a table near the window.
Tiyara nodded, her heart sinking. Jungkook was already up and working—without so much as a word to her. "Thank you," she whispered.
"Is there anything else you need, ma'am?" the maid asked, a hint of sympathy in her eyes.
"No, thank you." When the maid left, Tiyara forced herself to eat a little, though each bite felt heavy. She had to find a way to be strong—if not for herself, then for the memory of her parents and the kindness of Jungkook's parents who had shown her love.
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Jungkook, meanwhile, sat in the study—a room filled with dark wood, ancient books, and the faint scent of leather. He had been up all night reviewing documents, making phone calls, and issuing orders. As the new mafia leader, there was no room for mistakes. His every move was being watched, both by allies and rivals, waiting to exploit any weakness.
But even as he worked, his mind kept drifting back to the woman he'd married. Tiyara. His parents had adored her, and for their sake, he'd agreed to this marriage. But love had no place in his world; attachment was a luxury he couldn’t afford.
A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. "Sir," a maid announced, entering after his acknowledgment. "Breakfast is prepared, and Mrs. Jeon is awake."
Jungkook nodded curtly, dismissing her. He stood and walked to the window, which offered a view of the estate’s vast gardens. The morning mist was lifting, revealing manicured paths and quiet corners. He imagined Tiyara wandering through them, alone. He shook off the thought. Whatever sympathy he might feel was dangerous.
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Meanwhile, Tiyara decided she couldn’t spend the morning trapped inside. She wandered the halls of their mansion, a mix of beauty and coldness. The staff moved quietly, almost invisible, but she felt their eyes on her, as if they were curious about the new mistress.
Eventually, she stepped into the mansion’s indoor garden—a haven of green vines, colorful blooms, and the soft trickle of water. She sank onto a stone bench, closing her eyes as she tried to process everything that had changed.
"Enjoying the garden?"
Her eyes snapped open. Jungkook stood at the entrance, his expression unreadable. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, but dark circles under his eyes hinted at exhaustion. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the silence heavy and charged.
"Yes," she managed, her voice small. "It’s beautiful."
He nodded, his gaze shifting away. "Good." A pause lingered between them. "If you need anything, speak to the staff." Without waiting for her reply, he turned and walked away, his steps echoing softly.
Tiyara watched him go, her heart sinking. She had expected coldness, but it hurt more than she thought. Still, she wasn’t ready to give up. Not yet. She would try to reach him, no matter how wide the distance between them felt.
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