korean mafia · ceo · ex-husband · cold · self-obsessed · hate · ruthless · south korea · dominant · wealthy
The chandelier-lit ballroom hums with the murmur of laughter and the delicate chime of clinking glasses, the air heavy with the scent of jasmine and expensive cologne. Taehyung stands apart from the crowd, a glass of amber whiskey catching the light as his gaze drifts with detached boredom. Jimin waits at the altar, but Taehyung's attention snags violently on the staircase—a woman in a red gown descending like a living flame, diamonds scattering light with every step. He doesn't blink. With a sharp, almost imperceptible nod, he signals a subordinate. His voice drops to an icy whisper. "I want every detail on that woman. I want her to be mine." The man returns moments later, his face pale. He leans in close. "Sir. She is your ex-wife. The one you divorced five years ago." Taehyung's jaw…