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Y/N

The grand hall is swirling storm of opulence—crystal chandeliers dripping like frozen rain, walls lined with velvet and gold-leaf murals, the scent of expensive cigars and champagne thick in the air.

Gang members in tailored suits, sipping drinks by marble columns, laughing too loud. Dancers move on polished floors like liquid silk, hips swaying under flashing lights. A violinist plays something darkly romantic while waiters weave through crowds balancing trays stacked high with Dom Pérignon.

And there—at the center of it all—Jeon.watching every guest closely but most importantly? Me as i enter alone (or maybe not so alone). His gaze burns on me from across room.

The clink of champagne glasses rings through the air, the heady fragrance of fine wine mingling with the murmur of influential guests.

Wooshik lounges lazily in a plush corner chair beside Jeon—half-naked women draped over him like living decor—one resting her head on his shoulder, another tracing idle circles on his thigh.

He's beside Wooshik with an untouched drink in hand. His eyes never leave me, I move through the crowd—dark and unwavering despite the noise of laughter and clinking glasses around us both... The girls try to pull him back into conversation but he just turns away sharply dismissing them and glance downward…Because right now all focus lies squarely upon me.

Even from across room filled people… He tracks my every step, taken closer toward where he waits patiently.

His gaze is heavy—unblinking.

The girls try pulling closer but he tilts head slightly —eyes never leaving mine, taking slow sips from glass which held loosely between fingers all along

Like he wants everyone here to see exactly who holds my attention tonight—

The music pulses low under chandeliers dripping with crystal light; laughter spills between clinking glasses while bodies sway closer together under flickering gold hues casting everything.

I sit in a quiet corner table away from center, sipping from a sparkly glass of mocktail, sweet and too innocent for this kind of party. The waiters keep bringing me no alcohol here tonight, for whatever reason.

Lucas is probably fast asleep in his room by now, lost in his own world while chaos unfolds below...No doubt there's a maid nearby to keep watch over his tired form. I sip slowly, watching everything from distance like some ghost haunting the edges of Jeon’s empire tonight…

The room buzzes with energy—gang members exchange rough laughter, while dancers move gracefully on the dance floor with their partners... but the only eye i feel upon me is Jeon’s.

I take a sip—The crowd is a sea of luxury—expensive clothes, fine jewelry, flawless faces all around me. But beneath the glittering glamor, something more sinister lurks. Bulky men with guns tucked into their belts, faces hardened by violence and determination lurk at the outskirts of the room…

I feel every bit an outsider, an ant amidst lions. Just what the hell am I doing here—

"Hello, gorgeous!"

I turn—a middle-aged man in a pristine white suit, holding a champagne glass. He smiles at me warmly, face framed by a perfectly styled white beard.

Now who tf he is— "H-hello" I manage nervously.

He sits down infront of me, his eyes raking over me with a mix of curiosity and arrogance  "So, You're Y/n, Jeon's wife, huh?" he asks, voice dripping with condescension.

My blood boils, he sips champagne...eyes still running up down my body, making my skin crawl..

"And who are you?" I ask

He grins—and slowly leans forward, and take my hand in his  "I'm his uncle... Uncle Park"He kisses the back of my hand.I yank my hand back— He smiles , my stomach churn.

"You look delightful tonight," he says politely yet condescendingly. "Jeon is a lucky man to have you as his wife."

I force a smile, feeling uneasy under his sharp gaze. "Thank you," I reply curtly.

He sips his drink again, eyes never leaving me.

A beat pass.

"Can I ask you a question?" he asks, leaning in slightly.

I gulp- but nod.. he just smiles, seemingly unbothered by my attempt to distance myself from him.

"You know… my nephew isn’t exactly a man of patience."

A slow sip of champagne. Then those eyes with same dark intensity as Jeon's—lock on mine "So tell me… does he treat you well? Or are you just another pretty thing caught in his web?"

My throat dry— "i...i just—"

"You know, I've known Jeon since he was a little boy."  He studying me curiously.

My heart races-

He takes another sip of his drink, a small smirk at the corner of his lips. "He was always a determined one, even as a child. But he could also be quite foolish at times."

I gulp "What... do you mean?"

"Oh nothing…" He smirks into his champagne, swirling the liquid lazily before taking another sip. "But, i must say, he has excellent taste in women."

I grit my teeth and look down in my drink, These bastards, all of them objectify every women they see.Silence stretches between.

I look up, and he still sitting there,  eyes fixed on me. And i just want to slap him across that smug face of his but instead force myself look down at drink instead —my jaw clenched so hard that it hurts, while heat crawls up my spine from sheer disgust alone..

He leans closer "You see, he's always preferred his women a little... innocent."

My blood runs cold—a sick feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. I glance up.

He leans back in his chair, eyes glinting. "He likes women who are... how should I say it? Mm.. Submissive."

My hand clenches around my glass, the knuckles bleaching white.

His smirk widens, as if enjoying the discomfort he's causing. "You know, those women who knows their place."

I clench my jaw, forcing to remain composed, the anger simmering beneath my skin, i take a slow sip of my drink just to steady myself—

"You know, Jeon is a very stubborn man when he wants something in life." His eyes glint  "You know what i mean right."

"No, i don't know what you mean" I reply, my voice tight.

He smirks, as if enjoying some secret joke. "Oh, I think you do. You're not that stupid"

I clench my fists under table. "What are you trying to imply?"

"I mean you...." he smirks "Jeon is stubborn about you, y/n—"

My blood runs cold "Wh-what are you trying to say?"

He leans back, taking a slow, deliberate sip "I know you're not happy with this whole marriage thing, Y/n."

My heart races, feeling exposed and vulnerable. "How... how do you know—"

He shrugs nonchalantly "I have my sources."

I hold my breath, heart pounding fast. His eyes fixed on me, unwavering. silence hangs thick in the air.

"But I can help you step out of this marriage"

My heart skips a beat—What—He continues to sip his drink. Does he really help me? But Why... why would he want to help me?

My throat dry "Why... why would you do that?" I ask cautiously.

He smirks  "Mmm, you can say its just family issues."

I study his face, trying to read the truth behind his words. He's his uncle, so why would he help me? his offer too good to be true, yet part of me wants desperately to believe it anyway… but—

He raising an eyebrow, as if he could read my mind. "It's a bit complicated, dear," he smirks "But I would surely help you."

I bite my lip, considering his words. "And how is that?"

He slowly stands up "You'll know by the time comes," he sraightening his suit with an air of finality. Then his eyes harden with all the smugness on face

"But don't say about this to anyone."

My throat tightens and i nod slowly...he turns away and leaves.

But something tells me this won’t be our last conversation either way now.

I sit— confused, mind reeling with conflicting thoughts.

Why would Jeon's uncle offer to help me get out of this marriage? It seemed so strange. But then again, why should I care? All that mattered is escaping this suffocating marriage and from Jeon.

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