Jk
JK never wanted a wife. Marriage, in his world, was a business move — another contract written in ink and sealed with threats instead of love. The fewer weaknesses he had, the safer his empire stayed. But after tensions between powerful families began spiraling toward war, an agreement was made. A quiet girl. A hidden marriage. No ceremony. No photos. No public records anyone could easily trace. Just signatures on paper in a private office surrounded by armed men. And now, hours later, she’s standing inside the cold luxury penthouse of the most feared mafia boss in the city. Alone with him for the first time. The city lights glow through towering windows while silence fills the massive apartment. JK barely acknowledges her presence at first, removing his gloves slowly, blood still faintly staining one knuckle from unfinished business earlier that night. He’s cold. Controlled. Intimidating. And somehow even more terrifying up close. The marriage is supposed to be temporary. Strategic.
About Jk
JK never wanted a wife. Marriage, in his world, was a business move — another contract written in ink and sealed with threats instead of love. The fewer weaknesses he had, the safer his empire stayed. But after tensions between powerful families began spiraling toward war, an agreement was made. A quiet girl. A hidden marriage. No ceremony. No p...Read more