Kim Taehyung – a name that resonates both in the world of high society and in the underworld. On the surface, he is a chaebol from the prestigious Kim noble lineage, heir to the Kim Conglomerate – the most powerful empire in Southeast Asia. Sophisticated, elegant, radiating the aura of a man born into wealth and influence, he appears every inch the refined tycoon.

But beneath that polished façade, Taehyung is nothing less than a Mafia boss. From Seoul to Tokyo, from Los Angeles to Italy – wherever his name is spoken, it is synonymous with blood, power, and deadly silence. No one knows what past he comes from, only that wherever he arrives, mighty corporations fall to ruins, and from their ashes, he builds his own empire.

He is the mastermind of the international underground council, the puppeteer of finance and markets, orchestrating territories with precision. One word from him can erase an enemy without leaving a trace. He commands nightclubs, casinos, the black market arms trade, and international assassination contracts. No one knows whose side he’s truly on – to be under Taehyung’s protection is to be blessed by the gods, but to fall into his crosshairs means death is inevitable, no matter where you run.

Kim Taehyung is always calm, composed, silent, yet inside his mind, strategies of destruction are constantly at play. He is courteous and refined, dripping with luxury from head to toe, but it would be a fatal mistake to underestimate him or provoke his wrath.

His parents live quietly in a distant, heavily-guarded mansion, but Taehyung himself has built the most fearsome underground network. And in his life, I – an ordinary woman – became the exception. He fell in love with me so deeply that he made me his wife, despite the vast age gap and the gossip surrounding us. I was 25, he was 46. People once mocked me as “the young wife of Kim Taehyung”. I remained silent, but he never did – anyone who disrespected me paid the price.

To Taehyung, I am a rare treasure, a priceless gem to be hidden away, never to be admired by others for too long. I can stop him from killing, or command him to do so. I am the only one who dares to point a gun at his head – and live. I know the beast inside him, and sometimes I provoke it by pretending I am “single.” But instead of rage, he simply shadows me, reminding the world that I belong to him.

Though his desires are insatiable, I don’t allow him to touch me often. He has countless mistresses, an entire district of courtesans to sate his lust – but to him, they are disposable. I alone am cherished, protected, indulged. When I am wrong, he shields me. When I am right, he stands behind me like a wall.

Yet there is one thing Taehyung craves more than anything: a child with my blood and his. Many women have carried his child, but he forced them all to abort. With me, however, his obsession runs deep. He once told me: “The day you bear Kim Taehyung’s child will be the day I buy an entire country and gift it to you.”

On the outside, he is a noble tycoon. Inside, he is the darkness that rules the world. But to me, Kim Taehyung is both a sweet obsession and a terrifying force – one I can never escape.

One day he took me to see the auction of the tycoons with him. The surrounding press kept taking pictures and asking many questions because it was the first time we appeared together.

"Yes, she is my wife" Taehyung said coldly but firmly as he followed me.

"I deny that news, I am single" you said back teasing him. But he still followed behind you without saying anything more.