Chapter 10

Stolen Marriage

There was not an ounce of exaggeration in the man’s claim that he would handle everything.

The photo in the scandal article clearly captured the two of them, Hae-won and Jeong-hoo.

“Why on earth is this…”

It was undoubtedly taken during the formal meeting that had been disguised as a simple dinner.

The Chairman of Gyeongseo Group and his wife, Assemblyman Yoon Pil-jung and his wife, as well as Chae-ryeong were all covered in the report—and as luck would have it, a standalone shot of just her and Jeong-hoo was broadcast as well.

Furthermore, it captured Jeong-hoo holding onto her waist.

The exceedingly intimate atmosphere between the two strongly supported the article’s claim that they were getting married immediately.

There was no way Gyeongseo Group’s public relations team wouldn’t control media coverage regarding the owner family’s private life.

Even if an article were released unilaterally, they had the power to pull the news off search portals within an hour.

And yet, the fact that no measures had been taken meant…

“Did you release this article, Mr. Seo Jeong-hoo?”

“You’re quick-witted. I like that.”

Gently lifting one corner of his lips, he took a slow sip of his coffee.

Her hazy mind seemed to clear up a bit.

Suddenly, the previous report that had broadly leaked news of a marriage between Gyeongseo Group and Assemblyman Yoon Pil-jung came to mind. At that time, her father had insisted that the leak hadn’t come from his side.

In that case, there was a high possibility it had been planned from his fingertips right from the start. Today’s scandal was essentially a follow-up report to that previous article.

“Was the last article your doing as well?”

“Eat. It’s getting cold.”

He didn’t deny it.

In his faint smile, she could even sense a silent affirmation.

Why on earth was he going this far? For a moment, her chest felt completely suffocated.

Because they fit together exceptionally well in bed? For a reason like that?

“Now that the scandal has been broadcast, no one can stop this marriage.”

“……”

She couldn’t refute his words in the slightest.

Her father, like all politicians, abhorred being caught up in gossip.

Now that photos overtly implying a deep relationship between the two had been published, there was no way he could shove Chae-ryeong into that position instead.

This crafty man had laid this trap simply to drag the situation around to suit his own taste.

‘Everything was your plan from the very beginning…’

Only now did the interlocking pieces of the situation fall into place.

It was a good thing, and things were progressing in the direction she wanted, so why was one corner of her heart so uneasy?

On the contrary, the feeling of being caught in a dark trap kept growing larger and larger.

It was because of Seo Jeong-hoo.

Because she felt completely incapable of handling this formidable man.

Thorough, meticulous, and bold beyond any vague expectations, Jeong-hoo was a natural-born gambler.

The times he had ever lost to someone in his life could likely be counted on one hand.

“It’s just as you said before. That night, I intentionally seduced you even though I knew you were Seo Jeong-hoo.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Even though it was a confession she had mustered great courage to make, he was entirely nonchalant, as if it truly didn’t matter—as if he had known everything from the start.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I did it?”

“That’s irrelevant too.”

“I used you because I had a debt to pay back to my sister. I’m sorry.”

Her apology for using him was sincere, if nothing else.

At her sudden apology, she noticed a subtle tremor in his eyes.

Now, facing this marriage, there was not a single thing left weighing on Hae-won’s conscience.

“I have no intention of taking back my decision to marry you.”

Strength gathered tightly in her toes.

Unintentionally stealing what was her sister’s—no, reclaiming what had originally been her own share—still felt bewildering and tense.

Doubting sudden good fortune or smooth sailing was an old habit of Hae-won’s.

“But don’t expect anything from me. Don’t force spousal affection, fidelity, children, or anything of the sort.”

“Are you saying we should live as a perfect show window couple? Do you have any other conditions you want?”

He wasn’t offended in the slightest by her somewhat rude proposal.

He merely narrowed his long eyes and let out a faint smile.

He maintained an easygoing attitude, as if ready to accept every condition.

“Divorce me when the right time comes.”

Just as he had said, she wanted to escape that house that felt like shackles. But as long as she stayed by Jeong-hoo’s side, she couldn’t sever ties with the Yoon family.

At the word divorce, Jeong-hoo let out a small, sigh-like laugh. Then he spoke with a serene expression.

“I have no intention of playing show window couple with Yoon Hae-won. And I certainly have no desire to grant you a divorce when the time comes.”

“That sounds as if you intend for us to become a real married couple.”

“There’s no reason we couldn’t.”

At his definitive words, Hae-won’s eyes quivered gently.

She felt caught off guard. She hadn’t expected this man to harbor such thoughts at all; she had assumed he would use her moderately and then cast her aside.

That was why she had made her move first before being thrown away.

Was that even plausible?

To begin with, Hae-won had never experienced a proper family in her life. In the Yoon family, she had always been nothing more than an outsider.

The moment Jeong-hoo suggested becoming a “real married couple,” her heart fluttered helplessly.

Her mindset of trying not to harbor expectations threatened to crumble down once more.

Whether she could dare to dream of such a future, whether it was truly alright—her mind entangled like a messy skein of yarn.

“Marriage is a declaration that you will legally have sex only with me.”

“…!”

“If the ‘fidelity’ you mentioned refers to that aspect, you’d better give up any thought of messing around with another guy right from the start.”

Hae-won had vaguely regarded the concept of marriage as something quite sacred.

Though there wasn’t a single thing wrong with Jeong-hoo’s words, her earlobes burned hot at his raw, explicit phrasing.

Perhaps Seo Jeong-hoo was truly a crazy bastard.

She couldn’t predict in what manner the consequences of provoking someone who shouldn’t be touched would unfold—because he was not a man whose inner thoughts could be easily gauged.

His neat, straight hands cleared the food from the dining table.

Hae-won, staring blankly at the thoroughly cleared table, bit her lip out of habit.

The raw words he had left cast a deep, lingering image—to the point where it was hard to keep her senses intact.

‘Is he really marrying me just to have sex with me?’

He was a man who said he had searched for her because that one night—which should have been a passing moment—had been insanely good.

It wasn’t that it made no sense, but… she couldn’t quite understand his obsession.

From the perspective of Hae-won, who had zero experience in dating, let alone intimacy, it was even a little frightening.

“Answer me.”

“Pardon?”

“I said give up any bold thoughts of messing around with another guy right from the start.”

This man insisted on hearing an answer to a ridiculous question.

Perhaps to Seo Jeong-hoo, it was an important boundary.

Biting her lip even harder, Hae-won looked up at him sharply.

“There’s no way I would do such a thing.”

“Good girl.”

Smiling with his eyes curved languidly, Jeong-hoo approached her slowly.

As the distance closed, shallow breaths caught in her throat. Facing a man whose very existence was so overwhelming up close required far more energy than expected.

“If by any chance there’s a guy you haven’t fully sorted out, get rid of him.”

Contrasting his gently smiling face, his pupils glistened dark.

It was a look imbued with thick possessiveness and raw passion.

“…!”

Jeong-hoo lightly lifted Hae-won and sat her on the dining table.

Changing the surface’s purpose from where they had just eaten moments ago was far too easy. An enchanting, sultry atmosphere drifted over the table.

Looking down at Hae-won, whose eyes were round with surprise, he smiled erotically.

Just like before, his thumb moved at a slow pace along her lip line. Her neckline trembled finely against her will.

“Don’t bite it. You seem not to realize how provocative that is…”

Lick, lick.

Dragging out his words, Jeong-hoo lightly swirled the tip of his tongue over her lips.

“Because it keeps making me want to devour you.”

As if unable to hold back any longer, he immediately enveloped her lips without giving her room to breathe.

A subtle pain radiated from her lips as they were sucked in tightly. The mass of flesh thoroughly stirring her wet mucous membranes was persistent and relentless.

“Ah, don’t do this. We’re on the dining table.”

“There’s no law saying you can only eat food on a dining table.”

As if proving that what he had just said was no lie, Jeong-hoo grabbed both of her ankles and spread her legs wide.

Settling firmly into the opened space, he stared down at Hae-won with intense eyes. Becoming completely immobilized under that gaze was a matter of pure instinct.

Disheveling her neat dress was far too easy.

The sound of the zipper pulling down struck her ears dizzyingly. As her bare skin touched the cold marble, goosebumps erupted across her entire body.

Looking at her pure white bra, he smiled languidly—like an outlaw setting foot on untouched white snow.

“Ah.”

Unfastening the hook in an instant, he pulled her underwear down with the edges of his teeth.

Because Jeong-hoo had sucked at them tirelessly last night, her peaks were still swollen. As the tips of her breasts, standing firm, brushed against the fabric, an aching pain radiated through her.

The moment the bra compressing her chest disappeared, her white skin surged and quivered. Cupping the soft skin with his large hand, Jeong-hoo greedily enveloped the other breast in his mouth. Along with a wet texture, her breast was sucked deep inside. At the dizzying sensation, Hae-won’s back arched into a curve.

“Ah, ah…”

Her legs, swaying in midair, quivered finely. Jeong-hoo pressed his lips against the corners of her eyes, which were crumpled as if unable to endure the intense stimulation.

Her mind was an utter mess from pleasure she had never experienced before.

Hae-won ran her fingers through his hair. Before she knew it, her deep inside grew burning hot and slick.

‘If we get married, are we going to engage in such embarrassing acts day and night?’

Even though he had held her through the night to the point of swooning, to be engaging in such intense lovemaking again—it felt as though she would never get used to these intimate encounters with him.

“Seriously… don’t you ever get tired?”

“How could I? When you’re right in front of my eyes.”

At this point, she had no choice but to believe it:

That the reason he wanted to marry her was precisely for this explicit lovemaking.

In Seo Jeong-hoo’s raw words, a legally married couple could stick together day and night.

“Ah.”

“Even if you deny it, this place is quite honest.”

Jeong-hoo caressed the round pearl through her drenched panties, wearing a satisfied smile.

Her body, which had been excessively stimulated last night, heated up in no time—as if she had already been conditioned by him.

Having stripped away her very last line of defense before she knew it, he tore open the foil packet with his teeth.

Aligning his firmly hardened center, he forced his way into the tight passage with heavy pressure. Her breathing faltered at the suffocating tightness.

“Ugh.”

Finally thrusting all the way to the root, he grimaced as if unable to endure the pressure.

Sweat beaded between his finely sculpted muscles.

Hae-won’s body swayed violently under his strong upward thrusts. Moving fast and hard, he pulled out all the way before relentlessly plunging back inside.

The feeling of his length filling her to capacity and the raw lust stirring up her private place threatened to drive her out of her mind.

Through her blurred, stark-white vision, Hae-won looked up at the man completely immersed in her—

At Seo Jeong-hoo, who was now about to become her husband.