The day Kim Taehyung was forced to marry Lee Jisoo, the sky was as heavy as his heart. He'd spent weeks fighting it - meetings, arguments, even threats - but his father's will was law. And Jisoo, standing there in her white dress, was the sentence he couldn't escape. He didn't love her. He didn't want to. But love has a way of finding cracks, even in the walls we build the highest...

Not every story ends with a perfect love right? but it seems like they will fight until they end up together but fate seems to have soo many plans...what are those plans?.... read to know...★

Kim Ji Soo was forced to marry a complete stranger in order to save her family's business. Warning: This story contains explicit content which may not be suitable for young readers. P.S currently editing, this was written 7 years ago and my English then wasn't really good as it is now. Expect grammatical and typographical errors.

Jisoo adores her friend Taehyung. Their friendship started when they were little and has been the best of friends. He's a bit of trouble, but its always not his fault and Jisoo is his forever attorney to everyone. Until he becomes a trouble for her heart.

There is a princess who wanted to experience the world out of the palace. To her luck she coincidentally found a poor girl who somehow look like her. She offered her to take her place for somedays more like command her as she has power. The poor girl left with no choice but to except. But what will happen when the prince who is soon going to be the King of the biggest Kingdom, fall in love with the wrong Princes? -It is purely author's imagination. An vsoo friction.

"You weren't supposed to see it yet," he says quietly. She crosses her arms, trying to shield herself from the sudden, stupid ache inside. "Why is she in it?" His answer is soft. Deadly soft. "Because you're not complete without her." Jisoo's nails bite into her palms. "She's weak," she says. "She left you." Taehyung steps closer, slow. "She's part of the story whether you like it or not." "I'm not her." "No," he agrees, voice dropping lower. "You're the one who stayed." The words land somewhere between a compliment and a curse. He brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, thumb grazing her cheek. "There's only room for one muse when it's finished," he whispers.

ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪs ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪsᴏᴏ's Qᴜᴇsᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴏʟᴀᴄᴇ. ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜰʀᴏɴᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴs ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀsᴛ, sʜᴇ's ʜᴀᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏssɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ɢᴀᴍᴇ. --- ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪsᴏᴏ x ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ ʙᴛs x ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴘɪɴᴋ

Jisoo had always believed in love-the kind that made your heart race, the kind that made the world feel lighter when you were with someone. She never imagined that love could be ripped from her hands so abruptly, leaving only emptiness in its place. Suho, the man she thought she would spend her life with, had become a chapter that ended too soon, and yet, life had a crueler twist in store. Across the city, Taehyung was fuming behind the polished doors of his family estate. A man of discipline, control, and icy perfection, he had never tolerated unpredictability-least of all heartbreak. But when the woman he had planned to marry left him at the very last moment, his life, which had always been neatly ordered, fell into chaos. And now, by the insistence of his parents, he was to marry... a stranger. Their worlds collided in a contract neither wanted. Jisoo, heartbroken and betrayed by circumstance, faced the unimaginable: leaving the only love she had ever known, stepping into the arms of a man who made no effort to hide his disdain. Taehyung, stern, serious, and unyielding, saw only annoyance in her presence-a living reminder of a life he hadn't chosen. Forced together by duty, surrounded by expectations, and burdened with resentment, they entered a marriage built on obligation, not affection. Yet, fate has a way of twisting the simplest truths. In stolen glances, accidental touches, and moments of vulnerability, the icy walls around Taehyung's heart would begin to crack-and Jisoo, the girl he claimed to despise, would be the one to see the man behind the cold mask. This was a story of hate that simmered too close to love, of a bond forged in resentment that would test every limit of the heart, and of two people who had no choice but to discover that sometimes, love comes when you least expect it... and often, in the most unwilling hearts.

In a city built on secrets and power, two predators cross paths. Kim Taehyung is a man who never dirties his hands. A mastermind draped in charm, he bends the world to his will with whispers and perfectly calculated moves. To him, people are pawns-useful, disposable, forgettable. Until her. Jisoo is elegance sharpened into a weapon. To the public, she is untouchable-polished, poised, admired. In the shadows, she is something far more dangerous: a woman who thrives on chaos, who knows how to twist desire and fear until both become submission. When Taehyung sets out to seduce Jisoo, it isn't love he's after-it's control. She suspects the game, but instead of resisting, she leans in. What begins as manipulation spirals into something far more dangerous: attraction neither of them can fake, and a hunger neither can control. But in a love story written by villains, devotion is just another weapon. And the sweetest kiss may be the deadliest deceit.

"Not bad," he said, nudging her skate with the toe of his sneaker. "You almost looked like a real skater back there." "Wow. A compliment without a side of sarcasm. Are you feeling okay, Skater Boy?" He turned his head toward her, eyebrow raised. "Skater Boy?" "You know," she said, smirking as she sat up and tugged off her wrist guards, "black hoodie, late-night skating, annoying levels of confidence-if Avril Lavigne had a fever dream, it'd be you." He let out a low laugh. "Okay, Seoul, that's the worst nickname I've ever heard." "Good," she said sweetly. "It's supposed to sting."