Jivon gritted his teeth, his wrists still tightly bound. He understood that escaping from this situation wouldn't be easy, but sitting still and enduring this humiliation was beyond his strength.
— Do you seriously think you can force me? — He jerked forward sharply, but the bodyguards immediately shoved him back into the seat, holding him firmly by the shoulders.
Gwanseon smirked, looking at him mockingly.
— You overestimate your abilities, Jivon. Your protests won't change anything.
— Go to hell…
Gwanseon merely smirked and turned away, watching as the city streets gradually gave way to more secluded areas.
Soon, the SUV turned onto a gated property, and a massive mansion appeared before them, surrounded by a tall fence with guards at the entrance. The car entered, driving past a well-kept lawn. Near the mansion was a huge pool, and the residence itself looked quite luxurious: panoramic windows, a spacious terrace, and a large parking lot.
The SUV stopped at the entrance.
The door swung open, and the bodyguards roughly shoved Jivon out. He stumbled, but despite his bound hands, he managed to keep his balance.
Gwanseon followed, remaining calm.
— Welcome to your new home, dear. Get used to it.
Jivon shot him a glance full of hatred.
— Don't think I'm going to stay here. Sooner or later, I'll escape.
Gwanseon stepped closer, his amber eyes carefully studying Jivon's face. Then he leaned toward his ear and whispered softly:
— Try it. I'll be interested to watch.
Jivon shuddered, but not from fear—rather from the rage coursing through his veins, making his heart pound wildly. He gritted his teeth, glaring at Gwanseon's smirk.
— Are you really sure this is a good idea? — Jivon said coldly. — If you're hoping that I'll just accept this, you're gravely mistaken.
— Oh, I have no doubt you'll be stubborn, — Gwanseon replied calmly, his gaze sliding over his face. — But you know, I even like it when people try to resist, knowing they don't stand a chance.
He gestured for the bodyguards to take the prisoner into the mansion. As they walked, Jivon looked around, trying to memorize every detail.
Inside, everything looked even more luxurious than outside. The spacious hall smoothly transitioned into a living room with a huge leather sofa, and nearby, a glass table with a vase holding blooming red roses. Expensive furniture, exquisite paintings on the walls, soft light streaming from the ceiling—every detail highlighted the impeccable taste and wealth of the house's owner.
The bodyguards stopped in the center of the hall, and one of them untied the ropes on his wrists. Jivon immediately began rubbing his sore hands, which bore red marks from the tight knot.
— No nonsense, — warned one of the guards, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder.
Jivon sharply brushed him off.
— Don't touch me.
Gwanseon watched this with a faint smirk. He was enjoying every second, seeing how Jivon continued to resist.
— Leave us, — he ordered.
The bodyguards silently nodded and left, leaving them alone.
Jivon immediately turned to face Gwanseon, not hiding his fury.
— You fucking psycho, — he hissed. — Do you really think you can just bring me here and make me your "husband"?!
Gwanseon shrugged.
— Think so? No, I know. The contract is signed, the terms cannot be changed. Now you're my spouse, like it or not.
— I don't recognize that damn contract! I didn't sign it, it doesn't concern me at all!
Gwanseon nodded, as if he had expected this reaction.
— You can resist as much as you want. But you'll stay here.
— What are you trying to achieve, Gwanseon? — Jivon narrowed his eyes. — Do you really want a wedding? Or are you just trying to mess with me?
Gwanseon paused for a moment before answering:
— I think both.
Jivon clenched his fists.
— Bastard…
Gwanseon stepped forward, closing the distance between them.
— I would choose a different word, dear, — he said quietly, leaning a little closer. — Like "husband"… or "beloved".
— You won't last long, — he added, crossing his arms over his chest. — One day, you'll admit that you belong to me.
This time, Jivon remained silent.
Gwanseon stepped back and sat down on the sofa, pausing, giving Jivon time to gather his thoughts. Then, slowly, he continued:
— You want to know the details, right? The contract has already been signed by your sister, but now you will replace her. How perfectly everything lined up. We both know that there were issues between your family and me, and I decided it was time to settle them.
— This is all complete nonsense…