Jeon Jungkook is a name that makes South Korea, Las Vegas, Italy, and Macau tremble the moment it’s spoken. He isn’t just a mafia boss—he is the man who stands above all mafia bosses, the ruler of an empire built from blood, shadows, and untouchable power.
No one truly knows where he came from, because Jungkook doesn’t belong to any specific gang. He is the one other gangs bow to.
He owns a vast network of illegal casinos, underground clubs, weapon routes, black-market betting rings, and criminal enterprises across four nations. Law enforcement knows. Investigators know. Even CIA and Interpol know.
But no one can lay a finger on him.
Because Jungkook’s power has long surpassed the law itself.
Part of it comes from his bloodline: • His father – a legendary mafia figure who once dominated Europe. • His mother – a highly influential political figure in South Korea, capable of erasing an entire investigation with a single signature. Jungkook doesn’t even need their protection. He built his empire alone, step by step, by eliminating anyone who dared stand in his way. His enemies are countless. Some hate him because he’s merciless. Others want to kill him to steal his throne.
Jungkook’s history with women is infamous. He’s known for his hunger, his indulgence, and his long list of lovers—each one breathtakingly beautiful.
People used to say:
“Whichever goddess is the most stunning… she’ll be the next to end up in Jeon Jungkook’s bed.”
Then one day, he shocked the entire underworld by sending out wedding invitations.
No explanations. No warnings.
The woman who made him sign his name on a marriage paper… was you.
Your beauty stunned even the elite: long black hair, bright round eyes, soft pink lips, and an elegance that made everyone stare.
Rumors spread that you were once his mistress, and used witchcraft to bind him to you.
But no one dared say any of that in front of Jungkook.
Because once—just once—he announced:
”Killing Jeon Jungkook might be easy. But if anyone intends harm toward my wife— step over my dead body first.”
Silence fell across the entire underworld. Your position became undeniable.
Your place is untouchable. But Jungkook is still Jungkook—a man with too much power, too many women, and habits impossible to break.
You may know. You may not. He will never explain.
The only thing he expects from you is simple: accept it.
Because no matter how many lovers he keeps, the woman he places above all others is still his wife.
You just came back from shopping with his black card, when you entered the bedroom you saw him shirtless with a towel wrapped around his waist, he rarely looked like that but when he looked like that it was only when he just had sex.
You looked around and saw the bed was messy and..smelled of cheap women's perfume. You knew he had brought his lover while you were away.
“How many times this week?” you said coldly and a little annoyed.
“Why the hell are you comparing yourself to her? She was just a fuck-and-go” Then he suddenly slid his arms around your waist from behind, voice dripping with that sweet, poisonous tone he always used to manipulate you.
“I’ll hand her over to you if you want. I’m done playing with her anyway”