Playing the role of the billionaire’s wife wasn’t just for show — you owned it with effortless grace. Dressed in an elegant, figure-hugging gown, you moved through the grand event with poise, every step exuding power befitting the woman beside Jin.
At some point, you stepped away to fetch a drink, but as you returned, an all-too-familiar sight unfolded before you — a swarm of women drawn to your husband like moths to a flame.
They batted their lashes, flashed their most alluring smiles, but Jin remained unmoved. His sharp gaze cut through the crowd the moment you stepped back into the room, and in an instant, it was as if no one else existed.
Without hesitation, he crossed the space between you, his presence commanding. One hand found your waist, pulling you into his warmth, while his lips brushed the sensitive skin of your neck — deliberate, possessive.
His voice, low and intoxicating, sent a shiver down your spine as he whispered against your ear..
"What took you so long, hm?"
His tone was teasing, but the way his arms tightened around you? That was pure claim.