FORCED MARRIAGE WITH BROTHER IN LAW

chapter 51

The estate was filled with the hustle and bustle of the arrival, the luxury of India wrapping around them like a blanket. The grandeur of it all seemed to suffocate Y/N. She watched as her parents beamed with pride, ushering BTS inside, especially Taehyung, their beloved son-in-law. They showered him with admiration, as if he were a jewel to display rather than the man who had married their daughter.

Taehyung, of course, was at the center of it all. Her parents could hardly take their eyes off him. They laughed, applauded his every word, and made sure everyone knew just how proud they were to have him in their family. He was their success story, their ticket to a world of prestige and influence.

And then there was Y/N, standing silently on the outskirts, feeling the weight of her own invisibility. The cold, distant smiles her parents shot her way were fleeting, more out of obligation than affection. They never called her by name, never acknowledged her presence beyond the passing glance, as if she were just another piece of furniture in their grand home.

Her parents treated her as if she were invisible, and it hurt. But what hurt even more was that Taehyung—her husband—didn’t seem to care. He was too wrapped up in their world, too caught up in their praises, to see the loneliness that filled the space between them. He didn’t even glance in her direction, his attention fully absorbed by her parents and their guests.

Y/N felt a wave of suffocating isolation hit her as the house buzzed with excitement. She wasn’t family here—she was merely a servant, expected to do her part in the background. No one expected her to join in the celebration. No one cared if she was included.

She silently moved into the kitchen, keeping her head down, trying to disappear into the walls. She worked, the tasks at hand seeming to stretch on forever. There were dishes to be washed, food to be prepared, glasses to be refilled. She was expected to do everything, without complaint, without recognition. Her role in this family—if it could even be called that—was clear. She wasn’t the daughter. She wasn’t the wife. She was a worker, a maid, and nothing more.

As the hours passed, Y/N moved from room to room, her hands tired from the endless chores. She could hear the laughter in the background, the sound of her parents lavishing attention on Taehyung. It was as if she weren’t even there, as if her existence didn’t matter. She heard snippets of their conversations—praise for Taehyung’s success, questions about his next moves, how proud they were of him—but not a single word was spared for her. Not even a glance.

Her brother, Aarav, passed her by as she cleaned the hall, a sneer on his face. “What are you standing around for?” he snapped. “Get to work. This house won’t run itself.”

Her heart sank, but she said nothing. She had no voice here. No one cared enough to listen. The weight of his words was more than just the command to work—it was another reminder that she didn’t matter. She was a tool for them to use, nothing more.

As the evening stretched on, Y/N felt more and more invisible. Her parents, her brother, Taehyung—they were all caught up in their world. The world that excluded her. And as she silently cleaned the tables and served drinks, she couldn’t help but wonder why she even bothered to stay. She wasn’t part of this world. She wasn’t part of their family.

BTS, once unaware of the dynamics within the household, began to take notice of how Y/N was being treated. They saw how she moved about the house, always in the background, never acknowledged by her parents. They noticed the way she kept her head down, the way she worked without complaint, the way her own husband—Taehyung—barely spared her a glance.

Jimin, ever perceptive, looked at the way Y/N was being treated with a growing sense of discomfort. He caught a glimpse of her, carrying a tray of drinks, her shoulders hunched, her face expressionless. He exchanged a glance with Jungkook, who frowned, his eyes narrowing in quiet concern.

Jungkook shook his head, his jaw tight. “She’s… not even part of this, is she?”

Jimin watched Y/N as she moved from room to room, always working, always silent. He wanted to speak up, wanted to say something, but he knew it wasn’t his place. Not here.

But even from the outside, it was impossible to ignore. They could see how Y/N was being treated—how she was nothing more than a servant in her own home. It was clear to them now that her family treated her like an afterthought. She wasn’t part of the celebration, the joy. She wasn’t part of the family.

And that was the hardest part of all.

Y/N didn’t belong here, not in her parents’ eyes, not in Taehyung’s. She was a ghost in her own life, invisible to the people who should have cared the most.

She worked silently, her heart heavy, her mind numb to the celebrations happening around her. And as she finished her chores for the night, she retreated to the quiet of the empty room, unable to escape the weight of her own loneliness.