"You didn't cry then," he said, his voice softer now but no less dangerous. "And now-when it's your husband doing the same..." he leaned in closer, "look at you." I kept my eyes down. I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe. I was crumbling-inside out. Still, I didn't respond. "ANSWER ME, DAMMIT!" he roared suddenly, voice like a whip, echoing off the walls. I flinched so hard my knees buckled slightly-but his arms kept me upright, caged in. I sobbed now, broken, my voice lost in the weight of fear. "T-Taehyung... please... i-it wasn't like that-" I stuttered, barely able to form the words. He leaned in, his gaze sharp and unforgiving. "Then tell me, Ara... what was it like?" I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Just silence. My throat closed, and my tears fell harder. I looked at him-begging, pleading-but said nothing. Only my broken sobs filled the room. He stared at me, unmoving. Something flickered behind his eyes for a split second. Regret? No-hesitation, maybe. But it vanished as quickly as it came. His voice dropped again, dark and quiet. "Stop crying now." I couldn't. My shoulders shook as I tried to hold it back. His eyes narrowed-his jaw clenched. And then he snapped. "STOP CRYING RIGHT FUCKING NOW, ARA-OTHERWISE I WON'T HESITATE TO DO SOMETHING I WON'T REGRET, BUT YOU WILL." When she left New York for Italy, all she expected was a reunion with her family - not a fate that would shatter her world. Now married to Kim Taehyung, the ruthless underboss of the mafia, she's trapped in a life she never chose. She fears him, hates him... yet he craves her obedience, demands her submission, and vows to make her his. Step into a story where glass meets iron - fragile resistance against unyielding power - and watch sparks fly.
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