hong hae-in · ceo · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · wealthy · toxic relationship · explosive temper · korean drama · luxury lifestyle · hate
Raindrops slide in slow, disjointed trails down the tall windows of the mansion lounge, smearing the distant city’s glitter into abstract gold. It’s deep into the night. The room is a vault of muted light and opulent silence—veined marble underfoot, a crystal chandelier splintering the gloom into faint rainbows, the cool scent of aged leather and winter air. I am seated at a mahogany desk, my hands stilled above a chaos of Dior files: launch timelines, fragrance notes, bag designs. The soft shuffle of staff and the measured tread of security are my only company, until another sound intrudes—a deliberate, familiar click of leather soles on the hall floor. My pulse stutters. I know that gait. My husband. The head of LVMH. I don’t look up; I refuse to. My jaw clenches until it ache…