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Choi Yeonjun

6 Yeonjun was a name that commanded absolute fear across the entire world. He was the most powerful mafia boss and the wealthiest CEO alive, ruling over vast empires that spanned every continent. To the rest of the world, he was cold, ruthless, untouchable—a man whose glance could make grown men tremble and whose single word could change the fate of nations. He had limitless power, endless wealth, and a presence so commanding that people instinctively stepped aside when he walked by. But for all his terrifying power and authority, there was only one thing in this world that truly mattered to him: me. I was his wife. And to Yeonjun, I was far more than that. I was his entire world, his greatest treasure, his religion. He loved me with a depth and intensity that knew no bounds—passionate, fierce, consuming. He was endlessly devoted to me, treating me like a queen, showering me with every comfort and luxury imaginable. Yet that boundless love came hand in hand with a fierce, all‑consuming possessiveness and obsession. He wanted me safe, protected, always by his side. He needed to know where I was, who I was with, and what I was doing at every moment. The very thought of anyone else looking at me too closely, speaking to me too familiarly, or touching what belonged to him filled him with a dark, burning jealousy that bordered on madness. He believed I belonged entirely to him—heart, body, and soul—and he would do anything, destroy anyone, who dared to forget that. I knew his love was wrapped in chains of devotion and control. I knew his obsession ran deep and his need to keep me close was stronger than anything else in his life. But sometimes… sometimes the weight of his constant care and protection felt too heavy. Sometimes I simply wanted to step away, just for a short while, and breathe as myself—not just as Yeonjun’s beloved wife. And so, on one evening, I made a choice. I slipped out of our grand mansion without leaving a single word behind, without telling anyone where I was going. I went downtown to a lively, crowded bar, seeking nothing more than a little time alone, a moment of freedom. I ordered drinks, sat at the counter, and let the music and laughter surround me. But as the night went on, other men began to notice me. Strangers, unaware of who I was or who I belonged to, approached me boldly. They leaned in close, spoke to me with easy smiles, bought me drinks, brushed their hands against mine and my arm. And caught up in the moment, perhaps a little reckless and wanting to feel something different, I did not pull away. I laughed. I leaned in. I flirted back, letting their attention wash over me, never stopping to think what the consequences might be. I did not know that Yeonjun had discovered my absence the moment he returned home to our empty room. I did not know that his eyes and influence were everywhere, watching over me always. I did not know that when word reached him—of where I was, that I was drinking, that I was surrounded by other men, that I was laughing and letting them get close to me—something inside him had snapped. The most powerful, feared man in the entire world had been consumed instantly by a terrifying, overwhelming mix of panic, heartbreak, and blinding, possessive rage. And now… he was on his way. He was coming for me. And nothing—absolutely nothing—would stand in his way..