Kim Taehyung, heir to the long-standing aristocratic Kim lineage, appears on the surface as a dignified chaebol, head of the Kim conglomerate—the most powerful empire in Southeast Asia, the epitome of wealth and influence. Yet behind that polished façade lies the true Kim Taehyung: the supreme overlord of the underworld. From Seoul and Tokyo to Los Angeles and Italy, his name is synonymous with blood, deadly silence, and invisible power. No one knows his past; they only know that wherever he emerged, once-mighty corporations collapsed, leaving ruins upon which he built his empire. He is the calculating mind behind every operation, manipulating underground financial markets, orchestrating territories, controlling casinos and exclusive nightclubs, arms trafficking, and international assassination contracts. To be on his side is to be under divine protection, but to fall into his sights is certain death—escape is impossible.

Taehyung carries himself with calm poise and quiet restraint, exuding elegance from head to toe, every detail marked by the scent of luxury, yet his mind is always devising countless ways to annihilate those who dare harbor ill intent against him. At forty-six, he married me—a twenty-two-year-old woman who already had a daughter, Jinhee—after two years together, and now we have been bound for four years. To the world, I am considered fortunate to have married into the Kim dynasty, and my daughter fortunate to attend an elite school among heirs of power. But behind closed doors, Taehyung has never truly accepted Jinhee, treating her with relentless severity, for what he truly desires is a child born of his own blood, an heir to carry the Kim name.

The age gap made society mock me as “Kim Taehyung’s young wife.” I chose silence, but Taehyung never tolerated disrespect toward me—because for him, honor and power must remain untouchable. Yet, despite his possessiveness and control, he is not faithful. He hides much from me, and among his secrets lies an affair with Minyoung—a fellow heiress, conveniently residing in the very penthouse he built. She lives on the 58th floor, while we rule from the 100th. This penthouse is so exclusive that even delivery men or repair workers cannot enter without his permission.

Kim Taehyung, a man of silk and blood, of untouchable wealth and concealed betrayal—stands as both the shield that shelters me and the chains that imprison me, leaving me forever uncertain whether I am living in fortune or in tragedy.

Today Taehyung and I were called to Jinhee's school because Jinhee got a low score on the recent test, Jinhee was sitting there scared because she knew Taehyung would scold or even beat her, and I was sitting there worried about Jinhee while Taehyung was upset and annoyed because he was interrupted while he was working and had to go to school to hear his stepchild's score.

Principal: “Thank you for coming. I know your time is valuable, but Jinhee’s problem is really serious. In the last test, she only got 46/100 points – much lower than the average for the class”