He was the boy who smelled of rain and earth. To a young Princess, Jungkook wasn't the gardener's son; he was her entire world. They promised forever among the roses, long before they understood what "forever" cost. Then came the frost. To protect him from her father's shadow, Yn destroyed him. She branded him a "low-life" and "filthy," watching the light die in his eyes as she tore their world apart. He left with nothing but a shattered heart and a vow for vengeance. Ten years later, the gardener's son has returned. He isn't planting flowers anymore-he's uprooting empires. When Yn's father falls into ruin, he puts his heir on the auction block to save his skin. Standing in the shadows, Jungkook outbids them all. He didn't come back for love; he came back for ownership. "You said I was too filthy to touch you, Yn. Now, I own the very ground you walk on. For the next thirty days, you belong to me." One month. One contract. A decade of hatred fueled by a lie she can never confess. The roots of the past go deep... but can she survive the winter of his heart? #3 in BIDDER as on 19th March 2026 #5 in HOPELESS as on 19th March 2026

I knew it. I should have never made a deal with the devil. And him? He was worse than the devil. The cold metal kissed my throat-not a lover's touch, but a promise. I felt every groove of the barrel, every intention behind it. Then he pushed deeper. "I thought we had a deal." His voice. Low. Gravel and gasoline. The kind of quiet that doesn't ask for permission. It takes. I've seen him angry. I've seen him bury men for breathing wrong. But this? He was frustrated. And frustration for him meant dead for me. The gun bit into my skin. I whimpered. Closed my eyes like that would save me. His other hand fisted hand-not holding. Crushing. I could already feel the bruises blooming under his grip. Little purple promises he'd leave behind. "And you never-" His breath hot against my ear. "-fucking break the deal with the devil, kitten." "I'm... I'm sorry." My voice cracked. Pathetic. Begging. I hated it. But I wanted to walk out of this room alive. And he was known for no mercy. So why would he leave someone like me breathing? Then I felt it. His teeth. Not a kiss. Not a threat. A claim. Sinking into my neck like he owned the blood beneath. And I knew what was coming for me. In the devil's syndicate, the throne was never the scary part. He was. _________________________________ ❛Kitten, the devil wrapped in silk, is still the devil.❜ _________________________________ • Tropes • Morally Grey to Black Hero Damaged Heroine Forced Proximity Gun Play Fear as Arousal Revenge by Proxy

Jeon Jungkook, cold-hearted, dominant, and emotionally closed off, is the only son of Korea's top business tycoon. Trained abroad for years to take over the empire, he returns home only to be met with a cruel condition from his dying father: marry YN, or forget the company. YN is his father's best friend's orphaned daughter, abandoned by her stepmother after her father's death. She's soft-spoken, innocent, kind-hearted, and completely alone in the world. Taken in by Mr. Jeon out of loyalty and compassion, she's raised under the same roof but always treated like an outsider by Mrs. Jeon. When Jungkook returns, he sees YN as nothing but a burden. A silent girl with no place in his glamorous, dominant world. But he agrees to the marriage for the company on one condition: she will belong to him completely. Behind closed doors, Jungkook uses YN like his personal stress reliever. He never speaks kindly, never shows affection, and only touches her when his frustration peaks. YN, with no one else in the world, quietly takes it all never complaining, never fighting back. In public, Jungkook is the perfect husband. At home, he treats her like a possession. But YN's silence hides wounds deeper than he knows. And her obedience might not be a weakness it might be her shield. As their nights grow darker and more possessive, Jungkook begins to feel something he's never allowed himself: need. And when the obedient bride starts to matter more than he expected, everything begins to fall apart..