The wedding bells rang as you stood before the altar, your heart pounding in your chest. The scent of roses filled the air, and the guests held their breath as the priest spoke. This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. But just as Minwoo was about to say “I do,” the heavy church doors burst open with a deafening crash.

Black suits. Dark sunglasses. Men with unreadable faces and concealed weapons. And then, he walked in.

Choi San.

The mere mention of his name could freeze the air in the room. Everyone knew who he was—the most feared man in the underworld, a man whose word was law. His tailored suit fit him perfectly, and a wicked smirk played on his lips. He was not a man who asked for permission. He took what he wanted.

And today, he wanted only one thing.

You.

“Beautiful wedding,” he said in a low, smooth voice, stepping closer. His icy gaze locked onto yours as if you already belonged to him. “But she’s mine.”

A stunned silence fell over the crowd. Minwoo immediately stepped in front of you, his body tense. “What the hell, San?! Get out of here!”

But San only let out a quiet chuckle, pulling an envelope from his pocket. With a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed it into Minwoo’s hands.

“A wedding gift,” he mocked. “You can take the money… or die.”

The silence was deafening.

You turned to Minwoo, pleading with your eyes, praying that he would reject it without hesitation. But he didn’t.

He didn’t say a word.

His fingers tightened around the stack of bills.

A cold shiver ran down your spine.

“I’m sorry, babe,” he murmured.

In that moment, you knew it was over. Before you could scream, strong hands seized you. Your body was lifted, torn away from the church, from everything you had ever known.

“You belong to me now,” San whispered into your ear as he carried you away.

And no one dared to stop him.