The wedding hall, once buzzing with excitement and elegance, fell into an eerie silence. All eyes turned as the heavy doors slammed open. There, standing tall and terrifyingly composed, was Vasilliy Romanov. Behind him, a sea of black suits — nearly a thousand of his men, each armed and pointing a gun at the guests.
Taehyun's heart dropped. "How did you get here?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Vasilliy smirked. "Для меня это несложно." (For me, it's not difficult.) "I can go anywhere I want."
Everyone stood frozen. The atmosphere cracked with tension as Vasilliy's right-hand man, Valdamer, stepped beside him.
Taehyun clenched his fists. "Vasilliy… why are you here with all these men?"
Vasilliy let out a low laugh. "Ты действительно думал, что я позволю тебе уйти так просто?" (Did you really think I would let you go so easily?) "I told you—you're mine. I've come to take what's mine."
Taehyun opened his mouth to respond, but someone interrupted.
"Who the hell are you to say that my hyung is yours?!" Taeho snarled, stepping forward. "I'll kill you, bastard, if you even touch my brother!"
"Taeho, no! Don't—he's dangerous!" Taehyun shouted, panic rising.
But Taeho didn't listen. He stormed toward Vasilliy, about to strike, when strong arms grabbed him from behind. Valdamer.
Taeho's body stiffened. There was something strangely familiar about the man holding him, but he couldn't place it.
"Убери этого щенка с моего лица." (Get this little mutt out of my face), Vasilliy commanded.
Valdamer yanked Taeho back roughly. "If you don't shut that mouth, your whole family will be done," he hissed into Taeho's ear.
"Let my brother go!" Taehyun shouted.
Mr. Park stepped forward, shielding his sons. "If you have something to say, Mr. Romanov, say it to me. Leave my children out of this."
Vasilliy's gaze hardened. "Good. Now I'll speak to you, Mr. Park. I want your son—Park Taehyun—to marry me."
Mr. Park's face darkened. "You must be out of your mind. Both you and Taehyun are Alphas. That's biologically impossible. And even if he were an Omega, I would never allow my son to marry someone like you."
Vasilliy took a step closer, his tone icy. "Мне всё равно." (I don't care.) "Whether he's Alpha or Omega, if I say I want him, then he's mine. No one can stop me from claiming what belongs to me."
"You don't want war between Korea and Russia, do you?" Mr. Park warned. "I'll make you pay if you lay a hand on any of my family."
Suddenly, Mr. Lee stepped in, puffing his chest. "Mr. Park is right. A terrorist like you doesn't deserve our young master. Who the hell do you think you are?" He poked a finger into Vasilliy's chest.
The room held its breath.
Vasilliy didn't flinch. He stared at Mr. Lee for a moment, then slapped him with such force that blood sprayed from the man's mouth.
"Твоя наглость бесит меня." (Your audacity disgusts me.) "A maggot like you doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as me. You pointed a finger at me?"
He cocked his gun and aimed it at Mr. Lee's head. "Я уже терпел тебя и твоего шлюшку сына." (I've already tolerated you and your slut son.) "Get out of my sight before I erase your bloodline."
Mr. Lee scrambled out of the hall, face pale with terror.
Vasilliy turned back to Mr. Park. "It's best if your family doesn't cause a scene. Otherwise…"
"Otherwise what?" Mr. Park stepped forward. "What can you do?"
"Иначе я сделаю Тэхёна своим — с разрешения или без." (Otherwise I'll make Taehyun mine—with or without your permission.) "Even if I have to kill all of you."
A collective gasp echoed.
Taehyun's face twisted in fury. "I won't marry you! Who the hell do you think you are?! A mafia scumbag like you thinks he can force me? I'd rather marry a beggar!"
"Taehyun, stop!" Mrs. Park cried.
But Vasilliy's eyes darkened. Rage boiled beneath his skin. He stormed forward, pushing Mr. Park aside, and yanked Taehyun by the hair.
"You want to run from me? I warned you," Vasilliy growled. And then he crushed his lips to Taehyun's in a violent, possessive kiss.
Taehyun thrashed, unable to breathe. The guards grabbed Mr. and Mrs. Park. Valdamer clamped a hand over Taeho's mouth, who bit him furiously.
Still, Vasilliy didn't let go. His grip tightened, bruising Taehyun's skin.
Finally, Taehyun shoved him away, gasping for air. "You're insane!"
Vasilliy grabbed him again by the hair. "Ты думал, это игра?" (You thought this was a game?) "I don't let go of what's mine."
Mrs. Park rushed forward, pushing Vasilliy off her son. Enraged, he shoved her hard. She hit the ground with a cry.
"Omma!" Taehyun screamed, rushing to her side. "Are you okay?"
Mr. Park ran to them.
"You bastard," he seethed, glaring at Vasilliy. "I'll kill you!"
Bang.
Silence.
Mr. Park staggered, eyes wide. Blood bloomed across his torso.
"Appa!" Taehyun shrieked, rushing to him. "Appa! No—please, stay with me! Open your eyes!"
Mrs. Park dropped beside her husband. "No, no! Honey! Answer me!"
Taeho screamed and fought to break free. "Let me go! Appa!"
Vasilliy grabbed Taehyun by the arm. "That's enough family drama for today."
"Let me go! My father—he's dying!"
"You want more bloodshed?" Vasilliy hissed. "Then come quietly."
He ordered his men to retreat. "Уходим." (We're leaving.)
Dragging the crying Taehyun behind him, Vasilliy exited into the flashing lights of media chaos. He shoved him into the helicopter.
"Start the engine," he ordered.
Back inside, Valdamer released Taeho, who ran to his parents, sobbing.
Valdamer warned coldly, "Если кто-то попытается быть умным... пуля будет в вашей голове." (If anyone tries to be clever… the next bullet goes in your head.)
He turned and vanished with his men.
Haru and Jinhwan rushed in. Haru screamed for an ambulance.
In just one hour, the once joyous Park family had been shattered by the obsessive greed of one man.
[To be continued...]