The Pretty Trade

The Pretty Trade

Cherryblossombuldak

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Parts 5

MatureOngoing1h 1m

Last published Sat, Jun 27, 2026

Kim Mingyu, The ever feared Mafia king of korean and Russian underground world. Mingyu didn't have a mother to have any kind of warmth in him. His father's Strictness, Discipline and Traning made him the cold and cruel bastard he became. Mingyu had temper issues just like his father. Jeon Wonwoo, Wonwoo's parents died when he was young and Wonwoo grew up in the warmth and wealth of his grandma. Even though his grandmother was a wealthy woman Wonwoo was always polite to everyone who worked in their house and company. Wonwoo was very soft-spoken and silent that even his cousins bully him, saying he was more of a girl and his appearance made it worse. Wonwoo was like his late mother, beautiful, pretty and elegant. But what happens when this two different world's are bond together by vows and rings for their family??

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