Bride of the Blood Heir

I stare at myself in the mirror, drowning in despair. The day that should have been the most beautiful one of my life is, instead, the worst. Today I'm getting married, but not to the man I dream of; no, to Jeon Jungkook, the newest head of the Korean Mafia. People know him for an unstable mind. Somehow, our fathers struck a deal because, by tradition, a man can't take the boss's title unless he's married. So they had to find Jeon Jungkook a wife fast, and naturally, I was the girl they picked. "Take it as flattery; you're magnificent, and that's why they picked you," my father said to me. What nonsense, he's only thrilled that I'm finally off his hands. He never wished for a daughter; that much I know. The long white dress on my body looks bland and tasteless. Honestly, it makes me sick. Marriage still means a wedding night. And like any gangster with pride, I know Jeon Jungkook won't let me escape that. The daughter of the finest killer in my father's gang is a friend of mine, and she'd already met Jeon Jungkook one night. She tried speaking to him, and apparently he hit her so hard across the face that he shattered her nose. I only hope I avoid the same fate. I slip on heels so I seem taller. I'm not short; I'm around 1.70 meters, which suits me just fine. The ceremony starts soon, and the nearer that fatal moment comes, the faster my heart pounds. I'm only 20, and I'm going to marry Korea's most dangerous man. Strangle her. No, not yet. The more I watch my future wife come closer, the more I want her dead. Looks like the voices in my skull want it too. Let her drown in her own blood. Patience... Her hour of payment will come. I rake a hand through my hair and shut my eyes. I really have to calm myself. If this begins like this, she'll get only a few hours before I end her. When she gets to me, my eyes travel along her body, from top to bottom. At least I'll get some pleasure out of this, even if I usually kill women once I've slept with them. I don't know why I always need to take their lives. She raises her veil, and her face comes into view. Her features are delicate. She looks like the kind who draws male attention. Too bad I'm not the sort to share what's mine. Some guy starts reading the vows. I don't pay attention and let my gaze wander across the crowd. All gorgeous idiots. My father especially, planted in the very front. I bet he's pleased to park his fat ass for once. Today I take his place as the head of the Korean Mafia; maybe I'll kill him. He murdered my mother in front of me when I couldn't have been older than seven, so I see no reason not to repay the favor. And why not kill him where my new wife can watch? "You may kiss the bride." Those words drag me out of my thoughts. Do I really need to kiss her? Push her! Yes, hurting her is tempting, but for now I'll do what's expected. I press a brief kiss to her lips, which seems to satisfy everyone here, because these idiots start clapping. "Take your bride's hand!" a voice barks from the crowd.