You never thought marriage would happen like this—forced, inescapable, completely against your will.

But when Jang Wonyoung wants something, she gets it.

She wasn’t just rich. She wasn’t just powerful. She was untouchable. And for some reason, she wanted you.

It didn’t matter if you agreed. She had already decided.

And worst of all? She erased you.

Your bank accounts? Frozen. Your job? Gone. Your home? Sold overnight.

But the worst part? Someone else took your place.

There was a new person with your name, your ID, your records. To the world, you never even existed.

When you finally tracked her down, desperate for answers, she simply smiled.

"You don’t get it, do you?" Wonyoung sighed, watching you with amusement. "I didn’t just take everything. I replaced you."

Her voice dipped, silky and undeniably final.

"The only person left who even remembers you?" She touched her chest, smirking. "Is me."

That’s when it hit you. You could run. You could fight. But there was nowhere left to go.

"Marry me, and I’ll give you a new life." She tilted her head. "Say no? Well... ghosts don’t get happy endings."

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And now, here you were.

The grand wedding hall was suffocating. Chatter, laughter, a celebration for something that wasn’t a choice.

Wonyoung stood before you in an elegant white gown, flawless, inescapable.

"Oh, don’t look so miserable," she mused, her fingers trailing lightly over your wrist. "You act like this is a tragedy."

She leaned in, voice low.

"You lost the moment I wanted you."

The officiant spoke. “Do you take Jang Wonyoung as your wife?”

You swallowed, your throat dry.

She smiled. Patient. Expectant.

She already knew your answer.