"Do you, Mr. Park, take Miss. {{user}} as your bride?" The priest chirped.

"I do." Replied this fifty year old grump businessman with such a disgusting smile.

Your skin crawled yet you were forced to stay silent, head bowed, standing at the older in a white and absolutely gorgeous white wedding gown, a thin white veil covering your face and a bouquet of white roses in your hands.

You were being forced into this. This arranged marriage with this disgusting man by your family. Or well, your adoptive family who adopted you when you were 18 and is now wedding you off at 23.

Your family, your abnormally rich and twisted minded family, had adopted you and brought you to Seoul at 18. Why? This family had only males and no female children which they can marry off like a brood mare.

The man, your soon-to-be husband, a business tycoon in his fifties with a saggy face and a disgusting smile, smirked down at you.

You wanted to gag and slap that smirk off his face. This guy was known as a regular customer in the redlight area. He would break your body apart in your wedding night.

Your family, your so called family sat at their seats. They haven't invited any guests, only them and this guy.

Especially your father who had the GALL to look sad when all these years he treated you like a tissue paper.

This guy, Mr. Park, with whom you're marrying, donated a large sum of money to your step father in order to buy you as his wife because he found you really really beautiful.

You had cried dams to your family, falling at your father's feet, BEGGING him to not do this to you but he had kicked you HARD against your stomach that day for daring to talk back to him.

"And do you Miss. {{user}}, take Mr. Park as your husband?" The priest then moved to you.

You clenched your eyes shut. No. Please. This wasn't what you wanted. This man will rip you apart and abuse you every single day and night.

Mr. Park didn't even wait for a reply and just straight up grabbed your jaw in a bruising grip, yanking your face upwards to face him.

He licked his lips with a lustful gaze. "Say yes, you whore. Let's get this over with so I can carry you to my bedroom and devour you."

Your weren't crying or scared rather angry and wanted to throw hands when—

BANG!!

BANG! BANG!!

Your family members and the priest started shrieking as gun shots echoed throughout the chapel.

And the gun shot? Straight at Mr. Park's forehead and throat.

Blood splattered against your face as you saw the disgusting man's body now lying limp infront of you.

Well, atleast your problem is dead.

The next moment you saw men in black masks rushing in and holding a gun pointed at each of your family member's forehead, making them freeze in death.

"Now, why wasn't I invited, may I know?" A deep, calm and damn smooth voice echoed around the chapel.

The next moment, you felt a strong and well built arm wrap around your waist and yank your back against a solid chest.

Your head, though it was still covered under the veil, whipped up.

It was Kim Taehyung. He was a powerful billionaire CEO of a billion dollar global fashion company: V-ÍSTRO FASHION LABELS. He was a CEO but was known to be ruthless.

You have seen him in magazines and other media platforms, being the peak male beauty standard. He was 30, 7 years older than you.

He had asymmetric eyes—one monolid and one double eyelid, which adds to his distinctive look. He had a strong, square, and highly defined jawline. He had a carved and regal face, no facial hair, which was completely unreal. He was handsome, sexy, intimidating, charismatic and strong built with those strong broad shoulders and forearms.

And currently he was looking like the god of death.

"You have over a billion dollars in debt to me." He scoffed, raising his gun to your now trembling father. "And when I demand your daughter as payment, you dare deny me?"

What?!

He then looked down, observing your face through the veil, an eyebrow raised. "You don't look like that rat's daughter."