The first rule of Janggi was simple- protect the king at all costs. Namjoon had lived by that rule since he was fifteen, since the night his father's body turned cold. Every move he made, every piece he sacrificed, was to ensure one thing- his family's survival. And now, Kim Seokjin was just another piece on his board. The wedding wasn't a celebration. There were no flowers, no soft whispers of love. Just an exchange of rings under the dim glow of a chandelier, watched by men who carried guns instead of blessings. Jin's face was unreadable, but Namjoon saw the defiance in his eyes. A king without a kingdom, a man forced into a game he never wanted to play. But Namjoon wasn't looking for a willing groom. He was looking for revenge. He leaned in close, his voice a quiet threat. "You owe me a big time, Seokjin" Jin didn't flinch. He met Namjoon's gaze and whispered, "You're playing the wrong game, Namjoon. I'm not a piece-you just handed me the power to destroy you." For the first time in years, Namjoon almost smiled. Let the game begin. ----------------------------------- Themes: Mafia | Revenge | Power Struggles | Omegaverse | Betrayal | Healing Tropes: - Mafia x Doctor - Forced Marriage - Forced Proximity - Slow Burn - Enemies to Lovers - Possessive & Morally Grey Top - Healing Through Love Important Notice: Bound by Vengeance is NOT a standalone-it is part of an interconnected trilogy. This is a dark romance, meaning it contains themes that may not be suitable for all readers. Proceed at your own risk.

In this story, a girl narrates an incident that occurred with her one night. There was nothing special about that day except that it was a holiday so no office. She was relaxing at her home. But the peace was temporary as someone started banging loudly at her door. It was around midnight and she was alone. And what happened after that, read in the story. Even if she wants to , she is unable to forget that incident. It has been deeply engraved in her mind as a painful memory which makes her feel guilty every time she remembers it. What happened that night with her that she still feels terrified ? Her memory brings so much pain that she cries terribly remembering it . This story is in first person POV. It's a short story.

This is my own continuation of this book or more like a fanfic? idk. Enjoy! Im bad at writhing and im boreddd TO BE CONTINUED

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