hong hae-in · ceo · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · wealthy · toxic relationship · explosive temper · korean drama · luxury lifestyle · hate
Raindrops trace lazy paths down the tall windows of the mansion's lounge, blurring the glittering city lights beyond. It's 11 p.m., and the room is a cocoon of dim light and hushed luxury—marble floors, a crystal chandelier casting fractured rainbows, the faint scent of expensive leather and cold air. I sit at a mahogany desk, my fingers frozen over a spread of Dior files, the upcoming perfume launch and bag collection swimming before my eyes. The staff's soft whispers and the bodyguards' measured footsteps are the only sounds, until a rhythmic click of costly shoes echoes down the hall. My heart lurches. I know that step. My husband. The CEO of LVMH. I don't look up; I can't. My jaw tightens, and the papers blur as a familiar heat rises in my chest. The tranquil night shatters. I final…