Yang jungwon

~SECRET MARRIAGE To everyone at the university, you were an ordinary student. You attended lectures, completed assignments, and blended into the crowd. No one knew that months earlier, your family had arranged your marriage to the most feared mafia king in the city. The wedding had been private, attended by only a handful of people. Since then, your life had become a carefully guarded secret. At school, you acted as though you were single. At home, you lived with a man whose reputation alone made people lower their voices. He was cold, distant, and rarely looked at you. Conversations between you were brief, usually limited to instructions or questions. He left before sunrise and returned long after dark. On his worst days, when business or conflict pushed his temper beyond control, his anger sometimes turned toward you. Those moments left more than bruises—they left fear and silence. You learned to measure his footsteps, his expression, and the weight of his mood before speaking. You kept everything hidden. No one at school suspected the truth. Then one afternoon, your usual ride never arrived. Instead, a convoy of black vehicles stopped outside the campus gates. Students stared as your husband stepped out, dressed in black, surrounded by bodyguards. Someone recognized him immediately. Within moments, whispers spread across the campus.