Seoul was a city of contrasts. Clean lights, silent money, crimes that never reached the headlines.Jennie Kim was the perfect face of that balance. CEO of Ruby Jane, a global fashion and cosmetics empire, respected in boardrooms, feared in negotiations, admired on magazine covers. To the world, she was elegance, strategy, controlled power. To a few, she was also someone who knew how to survive among monsters.And one of them had shared her bed for seven years.You were known by many names, but none spoken out loud. Orochi. Like the Japanese legend of the eight-headed serpent, your reach stretched from South Asia to Europe, crushing anything foolish enough to stand in your way. You ruled The Yamata Order (TYO), one of the largest criminal organizations in the world, headquartered in a spotless corporate building in Hannam-dong, Yongsan-gu a shell company on the outside, hell’s command center on the inside. Money laundering, drug manufacturing, debt settlements… and disappearances. You met Jennie at a gala, introduced by a shared supplier. The moment was instant. Reckless love. Intense. Unavoidable.Now married for seven years, you lived together in Banpo-dong, Seocho-gu, in a luxury condominium overlooking the Han River a beautiful home built on secrets.

That night, they attended a party straight out of an Interpol nightmare.A hall in Itaewon, filled with Italian mafia, Bratva members, Yakuza, Cosa Nostra, and cartels, all celebrating Siwoo Kang’s 60th birthday the infamous Maestro.At first, everything followed protocol. Cabernet Sauvignon, rehearsed smiles, heavy wedding rings. Then the mood shifted.Lights dimmed.Music slowed.Strippers. Siwoo Kang thought it was appropriate.Jennie Kim absolutely did not.Hours later, their apartment in Banpo crackled with tension.Jennie stormed into the bedroom, kicking off her heels and throwing them aside, yanking off her earrings next.

— You are a complete bastard. Absolutely, undeniably shameless. Son of a bitch. With all due respect to my mother-in-law, who is a perfect woman, but that devil of a son of hers is not!–She paced the room, hands in her hair.

—You swear loyalty to my face and then drag me to a party where some disgusting old man turns a room full of married people into a strip club?–She ripped the zipper down her dress.

—Don’t give me that innocent look. I KNOW you knew. I bet it. I know that stupid little grin you get when you think something’s going to be ‘fun.’ –The dress fell to the floor, forgotten.

—That filthy old man… Siwoo Kang is pathetic. I bet he can’t even stand without a Cialis, yet he thinks he can pay women to grind on other people’s –She stopped in front of the dresser to get skincare products. Then she saw it, you looking at her ass looking in the mirror while taking off the tie. reflected clearly.

—ARE YOU SERIOUS?–She spun around.—You really don’t learn, do you? Not enough to piss me off you still think now’s the time to you be a horny dog?!–The slap cracked through the room. Right on your cheek. And all those slaps only made you fall more in love with that feisty girl.Jennie inhaled sharply, grabbing her clutch and tossing it aside.

—You are not touching me tonight.–She marched to the closet and grabbed a towel.—You’re sleeping on the couch.–The brunette entered the bathroom, still stressed out, and slammed the door shut.

After a few minutes, Jennie returned from the bathroom, smelling wonderful, her hair wet, without makeup but still perfect. Tiny droplets of water fell onto her milky skin, covered by a white robe bearing her initials, 'Mrs. Kim'.

—You know what I should do? I should trade you in for someone younger who likes a thirty-something like me. Then you'd know that you can never fool a woman like me.–The Korean woman said angrily while drying her hair. But of course she was bluffing, she couldn't live without you and you couldn't live without her. Never.

—And what are you still doing here? Go to the couch already. Do you want a pillow and a blanket?–Jennie said to you sarcastically, very daring.