The Marriage

I got married today.

To whom, you ask? To Jung Ji-hoon—the untouchable heir, the younger son of a powerful business empire that swallows industries whole. A man people don’t meet… they orbit.

And no, don’t mistake this for a love story.

I am not his first love.

Not a forgotten childhood sweetheart.

Not even a choice.

I was a transaction.

My uncle sold me—neatly, quietly—for two million won. A price low enough to be insulting, high enough to make it permanent.

They think I don’t know.

They think they buried the truth deep enough beneath polite smiles and expensive silk.

But they’re wrong.

An orphan like me doesn’t get chosen by families like his. Not without a reason. Not without a cost.

And I can feel it—like a shadow stitched into the walls of that house—

This marriage is not the beginning of something.

It’s the cover for something far darker.

The moment I stepped inside the villa, the air itself felt heavier—like it carried rules I hadn’t learned yet.

He walked ahead of me, a few feet apart, not once glancing back to see if I was following. Of course, he didn’t need to. Men like him never doubt obedience.

Reaching the entrance, he pushed the door open without hesitation and strode in as if the world had already made way for him.

Two servants stood waiting inside, perfectly still, like they had been placed there rather than arrived. The second he passed between them, they bowed in unison, their heads lowered with practiced precision.

I followed more slowly.

My steps were quieter, careful. My eyes moved instead—taking everything in. The polished floors, the towering walls, the silence that wasn’t really silence at all.

I wasn’t just walking into a house.

I was walking into something I didn’t yet understand.

He didn’t slow down. Didn’t turn. Didn’t say a single word.

He simply walked past me and headed upstairs—as if my presence in his house required no acknowledgment at all.

For a moment, I just stood there, watching his figure disappear beyond the railing. So that’s how it was going to be.

“Young miss…”

The soft voice pulled me back. I turned to see a maid standing a few steps away, her head slightly lowered.

I forced a faint smile. “Call me Seo-yeon. I’m not used to… that.”

She hesitated, then nodded. “Yes… Seo-yeon.”

Without another word, she gestured for me to follow. I walked behind her, my eyes instinctively drifting toward the staircase again—but she led me in the opposite direction.

Down the hallway. Downstairs.

So, I wasn’t even meant to go up there.

Of course.

She stopped in front of a door and pushed it open. “This will be your room.”

Your room.

Not the room. Not his room. Just… mine.

I stepped inside, the quiet settling around me like something deliberate. Before I could take in much, her voice came again—this time more careful, more restrained.

“Mi—Mrs. Jung…” she corrected herself quickly, lowering her gaze. “We were told by the old master to welcome you. But… we have to leave now.”

I frowned slightly. “Leave?”

She nodded, unease flickering across her face. “Later tonight, the young master will contact you. Until then… please don’t step out of this room.”

A pause.

Then, softer—almost like a warning wrapped in politeness:

“I’ve heard you’re a very kind person, miss… so please…” She glanced at the door, then back at me. “Don’t give Mr. Jung a reason to be angry.”

Before I could ask anything, she stepped back.

And just like that—

I was alone.

Was I really married?

Or was this just a cage dressed up as one?

No… I corrected myself bitterly.

I wasn’t a bride.

I was bought—placed here like a puppet waiting for someone else to pull the strings.

A dull heaviness spread through my chest, tightening with every breath. It wasn’t loud, not dramatic—just there, constant, suffocating.

I walked toward the bed in slow, unsteady steps, the silence of the room pressing in around me. The weight of the day—the rituals, the stares, the unspoken rules—clung to my skin like something I couldn’t wash off.

Without thinking, I let myself fall onto the mattress.

The softness didn’t comfort me.

It only reminded me how out of place I was here.

I stared at the ceiling, too tired to think, too restless to rest.

So this was what it felt like—

to belong nowhere, yet be owned completely.

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To be contained...

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