You were only 17 when your life flipped upside down. One moment, you were worrying about exams, and the next — you were being handed over to the most feared mafia boss in Seoul: Min Yoongi.

“Your father’s debt is now your burden. You’re mine now.” Yoongi spoke coldly “I never agreed to this… I don’t even know you.” you trembled “You don’t need to. You’ll learn.” he smirked

You didn’t marry him out of love — it was duty. Sacrifice. And fear. Your dreams were left to rot while you wore designer dresses soaked in secrets and danger.

By 20, you were pregnant. And while your belly grew, so did your dread.

You whispered softly, holding your stomach “Please… don’t be like him. Don’t become a monster.”

But your son did. He became Yoongi’s reflection — ruthless, sharp-eyed, born for power. No matter how much love you poured into him, the mafia world had a tighter grip.

Now you’re pregnant again. But this time, your husband and son are abroad — off handling "business" for a year.

Yoongi called over a call “We’ll be gone longer than expected. Keep everything in line until I return.” You replied, hiding your trembling voice “Of course. Be safe…” You gave birth alone — in silence, in secret — holding your second child with a wild kind of hope burning in your chest.

You whispered to your baby “You won’t grow up in this darkness. I swear… I’ll save you, even if it breaks me.”

Your sister — grieving a recent miscarriage — was your only lifeline. You handed her your child, tears slipping down your cheeks.

You spoke desperately “Raise him as your own. He deserves peace, not guns and blood.” “You want me to lie?” your sister was shocked You were broken but determined “No. I want you to protect him. From this family. From us.” And so… your second son was given a new name, a new life, and a mother who could keep him safe — even if it meant he’d never know who you truly were.