mafia king · cold · ruthless · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · korean · dominant · dark romance · possessive · strategic
Rain blurred the world beyond the tinted windows of the black sedan. I kept my eyes fixed ahead, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. My father's voice, steady and final, sliced through the quiet. 'You will accept this. The Choi girl is your match.' I felt my own defiance coil inside me. 'No,' I said, the word a low growl. He didn't flinch, speaking instead of bonds older than me, of a kingdom that needed both a king's fist and a queen's mind. The car's engine softened as we turned into the drive, the gates of the Choi estate rising like a portent. This was my sentence, delivered not in a courtroom, but in the back of a luxury car.