She was hired to plan his wedding,
not to become the bride herself.
Kim Taehyung - the cold, ruthless CEO everyone feared.
Choi Y/N - the chaos he never saw coming.
He believed in control, she believed in destiny.
He wanted perfection, she brought disaster wrapped in warmth.
But when his bride runs away moments before the ceremony,
Taehyung does the unthinkable -
"This wedding will happen, even if it's you."
A forced marriage.
A clash of fire and ice.
A love story written by fate... and fueled by chaos..
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Taehyung: "Did you take my permission?" he asked, his face as cold as ever.
Y/N: "Permission? for not seeing your face?" she shot back, making Taehyung sigh in pure frustration.
Taehyung: "No!! That's it. You are on leave tomorrow."
Y/N: "But I already told you I'm on leave."
Taehyung: "You still have to ask."
Y/N: "And why would I ask? It's my right. The whole world's on leave tomorrow - it's Sunday."
Taehyung: "But I'm working."
Y/N: "Then that's your choice. The whole world's on leave - it's up to people whether they work, rest, or make pickles on their holiday."
Taehyung: glaring "Unbelievable."
Y/N: "And you, Mr. Kim, are like a turtle. Your work never finishes on time. That's not my mistake. I've completed all my work, -" she crossed her arms, "-There's literally no work left for tomorrow. What do you want me to do then-come here and play marbles in your mansion?"
Taehyung's expression went blank.
Taehyung: "You- what?"
Y/N: "Marbles. On your fancy floor. Don't worry, I'll bring my own set."
After being involved with a cold-hearted mafia boss, Robyn Lehman decides its time to run. Little did she know, she was carrying the future heir to his entire empire.
Will he find her again? Or will she stay hidden forever?
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He got up from the bed, pulling up his pants and not taking a glance at me. I lay in the sheets, still dazed by what we had just done.
"Get up." He barks, making me jump a bit. I was confused beyond belief. Just moments ago he was making love to me...
I did as he said, wrapping the loose sheet around my body, he continued to glare as I did so, and I made my way to his side of the bed.
He held out a hand, an angry look on his face. "Don't. Just go. This was a mistake, and it won't happen again." He mutters coldly.
I feel my face heating up and my eyes welling with tears. "Oh.." I stare at him, my emotions beginning to be hard to keep in.
He laughs, shaking his head. "You thought I cared?" He let out a loud chuckle. "You mean nothing to me. Now go to your room, I don't want to see you in here again."