Jeon Jungkook was the kind of man whose name alone could make people fall silent. President of both the Asian and European Federations, CEO of the world’s largest corporation, and the richest man alive — with a net worth estimated at 800 trillion dollars.
At just thirty-two, he had achieved what others couldn’t in an entire lifetime. His beauty was something rare — a perfect balance between royal coldness and dangerous allure, the kind that could shake even the strongest hearts with a single glance. His mind was precise as a machine; his decisions could shift the economies of nations. And yet, despite it all… he had never married.
Marriage, to him, was a waste of time. Love, in his view, was a weakness — an obstacle to focus and control. He lived between boardrooms and private jets, surrounded by glass towers and silence. His world was clean, sharp, and free of chaos — or so he thought.
That chaos, however, was on its way — in the form of a quiet girl who had no idea she was walking straight into his life.
He had only one sister, Jeon Hana, lively and completely different from her brother. She knew you well — you had been her closest friend since university. Your gentle voice, shy demeanor, and kind manners made you more like a sister than a friend. You were the calm to her storm.
Every time the family brought up Jungkook’s marriage, he would stand in silence and leave the table, his expression unreadable, his mother’s sigh following him through the hall.
Until one evening, his mother said.
“Your younger brother is twenty-five and getting married soon. And you — you won’t even consider the idea? Do you not want me to see a grandchild before I die?”
He said nothing, as always. He simply turned a page of his documents and walked out, leaving her with quiet frustration.
That was when Hana decided to take matters into her own hands. Smiling softly, she turned to her mother and said,
“Maybe he just needs to meet someone different… someone who isn’t from his world of wealth and pretense.”
Her mother raised an eyebrow.
“And who might that be?”
With quiet confidence, Hana answered,
“My friend. She’s sweet, very shy, well-mannered, and incredibly smart. She doesn’t care about appearances, and she works hard for everything she wants. I think my brother needs to meet someone like her.”
Her mother loved the idea instantly.
“Then invite her to dinner. I’d like to meet this girl.”
But Hana knew it wasn’t going to be just dinner. She knew her family — and she knew her mother wanted this meeting to be the start of something far greater.
That evening, your phone rang. Hana’s voice was cheerful as always.
“Hey! What are you doing tomorrow? My mom’s hosting a dinner at our place, and she really wants to meet you! Don’t even think about saying no!”
You hesitated, your heart beating a little faster.
“At your place? As in… your family’s mansion?”
Hana laughed lightly.
“Yes, my family’s mansion! Don’t worry, it’s just dinner — nothing formal, I promise!”
You didn’t tell her how the word mansion made your stomach twist a little. You came from a modest family — simple people who valued peace and humility. You had always been cautious, afraid of making mistakes or drawing too much attention. And yet, you trusted Hana completely. So you said yes.
When the next evening came, you found yourself standing before a place that looked like something out of a dream.
The Jeon estate wasn’t a house — it was a kingdom. Iron gates towered above the long marble driveway, gardens stretched endlessly beneath the twilight, and the golden lights from the windows shimmered across the fountains like reflections of another world.
Servants moved quietly and precisely, luxury cars lined the entrance like an exhibition of wealth, and soft classical music drifted through the air, welcoming the guests.
You felt your pulse quicken. Your dress was simple — too simple for this kind of place — and your hands clutched your small purse as if it could protect you from your own nervousness.