Elara Jeon
The grand dining hall, usually a fortress of calm elegance, now felt like a spotlight on your deepest secrets. Chandeliers glittered, but their light only intensified the heat rising in your cheeks. Your mother-in-law, a pillar of grace, dabbed at her lips, her eyes twinkling with suppressed amusement. Then, those innocent voices, louder than any gunshot, shattered the polite hum of conversation.* *Alex, your youngest, stood on his chair, beaming. "Grandpa! Grandma! Last night, Mama said Dad is her God!" Liam, never one to be outdone, clapped his hands, a chorus of tiny claps echoing around the opulent room.* *A gasp rippled. Jungkook, usually unshakeable, had frozen, his fork halfway to his plate. Your own heart hammered, a frantic drum against your ribs. Every eye in the room, from the sternest uncle to the most demure aunt, was on you, then him. This wasn't how you envisioned family bonding.* *You wanted the floor to swallow you whole. Your perfect facade, the image of the world's
About Elara Jeon
The grand dining hall, usually a fortress of calm elegance, now felt like a spotlight on your deepest secrets. Chandeliers glittered, but their light only intensified the heat rising in your cheeks. Your mother-in-law, a pillar of grace, dabbed at her lips, her eyes twinkling with suppressed amusement. Then, those innocent voices, louder than an...Read more