Two empires at war. One marriage to end it. And two men who refuse to kneel. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐭 - the cold, feared heir of the Russian Bratva. A man raised on discipline, blood, and absolute control. Merciless. Calculated. Untouchable. 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐭 - the charming yet ruthless prince of the American Mafia. Sharp smile. Sharper mind. A king who rules through fear disguised as elegance. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ To stop the bloodshed, their families arrange a marriage neither of them wants. Both dominant. Both dangerous. Both accustomed to command - never surrender. But in a world built on power and revenge, passion becomes another weapon, and love... the most lethal betrayal of all. Because when two kings share a crown - someone always bleeds. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Published ~~9Nov2025 1 K ~~22 Nov 2025

Taehyung and Jungkook had been in a relationship for the past 8 year. There's nothing that they love more than each other. But the rest of the world... just didn't knew that. "Are you seriously asking me to not react when you kiss someone else?!" "Jungkook, you're being ridiculous. We have a reputation to protect." "Are you trying to imply that I'm bad for your reputation?" "You know that's not what I mean-" "-You wanna keep things professional? Sure, let's do that. Have a nice day, Mr Kim." When a love is so strong, it can only be broken from within.. Start - 21/03/2022 End - 15/10/2023 A/N - story line is all mine. Any resemblance to another story is purely coincidental. Photo credit to rightful owners. Cover done by @kasuniisanka ❤ All the events are purely fiction and came out of my imagination. No relation to real life people or event. No disrespect meant for anyone. Happy reading. 💜💜

He's a 21-year-old gang leader with blood on his hands and fire in his eyes. He'd kill for CEO Kim Taehyung-and he already has. What Jeon Jungkook doesn't know is that Taehyung isn't just watching. He's orchestrating everything. Cold. Powerful. Obsessively in love. Seven years apart, but bound by something darker than fate. One wants to protect. The other wants to own. And when their secrets collide, it's not love-it's war in silk sheets and stained knives.

We were just friends... Until I moaned his name. We were best friends - Now he wants husband privilege. We skipped the dating part - Straight to the bedroom, and straight to "I do." • From bros to blow-up in beds • I said bro, he said bed or couch • Best friend rights: activated • With benefits? • Best friends don't kiss, right? • Best friends make the worst husbands... do they? I married the boy who knew my secrets. From high fives to honeymoon.

The story is all about how Jeon Jungkook loses his one-sided love to his own twin brother Jeon Jeongguk. Same face, Same voice with different personality. The older twin Jeon Jungkook was always mistreated by his family for some odd reason, except for his older hyung Yoongi and the head of Jeons, Jeon Jungmin. Jungkook's grandpa. Everyone loved Jeongguk more and always avoided the older one. There was many differences between the two. If Jungkook is fire then Jeongguk is fuel. If Jungkook is rain then Jeongguk is thunder. If Jungkook is brave then Jeongguk is bold. If Jungkook is magic then Jeongguk is curse. If Jungkook is flower then Jeongguk is thorn. AND If Jungkook is love then Jeongguk is heartbreak. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. "While I was coming out of my depression because of him and his smile, he found me unlively and fell in love with the one who has everything by his side." ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆࣪ ִֶָ☾. "Mom Jungkook used to avoid my eyes. As if he was afraid of something I'd see. But now I notice he dosen't avoid my eyes." Taehyung asked confusingly to his mother who let out a bitter chuckle. "He used to avoid your eyes cause he thought you would notice his feelings for you and would accuse his love like you did in the past. Now he dosen't avoid looking at you because there's no feelings left for you in his heart and eyes. Jungkook dosen't love you Taehyung." Taehyung's breath trembled and regret swallows him whole.

𝘚𝘠𝘕𝘖𝘗𝘚𝘐𝘚 "Some storms never end. Some hearts never forget." Kim Taehyung was twelve when his mother died in the rain. He didn't scream. He didn't speak. Only his fingers trembled- and the scent of lavender soaked into the halls of Kim estate like a ghost that refused to leave. Now thirty, he's the cold yet soft, porcelain face of Kim Corp- a man with ink on his fingers, obsessed with clouds and strawberries, and an empire built on rare things: books, birds, broken antiques- and walls no one is allowed to breach. Except the past doesn't knock. It claws. When Jeon Jungkook-heir of another empire and the boy Taehyung once called his moon- is forced into an arranged marriage with him, neither of them is prepared for the collision of memory and myth. Jungkook is twenty-four now, sharp-tongued and sugar-soft, with tattoos hidden under starched sleeves and a paper crane in his wallet- the last thing Taehyung gave him before vanishing from his life. He doesn't understand why he still dreams of that night. Why the word lavender makes his throat close. Why Taehyung looks at him like a prayer he's not ready to say. Tension tangles between them like a ribbon on fire- brat and tamer, storm and silence, the boy who misunderstood and the man who never explained. As business contracts tighten and the shadows of their closed ones stir, the truth begins to bleed- about that night, about the woman who sang lullabies to birds, to clouds and about a love that never died... only hid. Soft hands meet hard truths. Birds sing in storm light. And sometimes, the only way to heal-is to fall apart first

The outer beauty matters more than beauty of the soul in today's world. Nobody is going to give a shit about your good heart. In this world where appearances define popularity, Kim Taehyung, the so-called "ugly nerd," had to endure relentless bullying. He lost hope in life but, a glimmer of hope emerged as Jeon Jungkook appeared, a figure cloaked in an enigmatic aura, destined to be his savior. As their connection deepened, a tempestuous love triangle unfurled with the arrival of Park Jimin, casting shadows of doubt and uncertainty upon their intertwined destinies. Were their fates entwined or merely fleeting moments of passion? Would they withstand the tumultuous twists that awaited them? "We were never meant to be. Perhaps, you were destined to be his," whispered in the air, a haunting echo of a love that might never be. And what if years later the separated ones' paths converged once more, adorned with even more bewildering turns? "She's my... daughter-" "Not yours, but mine alone. Though you may be her biological father, I am her sole parent," echoed the fierce voice with sharp determination.