Chapter-1
The Problem Begins

It was a nice tiring night at the party. My friends and I played truth and dare, but no one chose the truth, just because we all know a lot about each other. Now, I waved my hand at my friend, who dropped me home. "Bye.", she said. I nodded with a smile and she drove off.

Turning around, I walked into the lawn. My eyebrows furrowed when I saw two men standing by the doorstep, as if they were guarding the entrance. "Dad, what is up now?", I shook my head and walked to them. "Hey, what is up?", I asked. They exchanged gazes, laughing at me. I frowned in offense, "What? Why are you both laughing at me? Do you want to get fired?", I huffed.

"Who are you to fire us?", they shrugged. "I am the daughter of your boss.", I puffed my chest up. "Our boss is not married yet.", they laughed at me. "What- Don't spat rubbish. My dad is married." "Mr.Kim is not married.", they said. Realisation hits me. They- are- not- my- dad's- guards-

I pushed them out of my way and walked into my house. Hearing someone scream in the living room, I made my way to them. I hoped it was just my father yelling with a sore throat.

Peeking into the living room, I find my parents kneeling down in front of a young man, sitting in the couch. "D-Dad?", my eyes widened. Diverting my gaze to the unknown latter, I shot glares at him. "Hey, what is this?! How dare you do it?!", I yelled. He stared at me, not uttering a single word.

My dad looked at me with his eyes wide opened. "Y/n, keep quiet.", my dad mouthed. Frowning on his words, I averted my gaze back to him. It disgusted me how he checked me out.

"Beautiful..... Who is she?", I heard him whispering. "S-She is our maid.", said my dad. My lip curled up in disgust, "What?! A maid?! I am his daughter!" My dad panicked, leaving me in confusion. My dad glared at me, while I gave him a questionable look.

The latter chuckled, "So, you're his daughter?" I nodded. "Myself Kim Taehyung.", said him. "So what?" Two minuted of silence was all I heard. Taehyung, who just introduced himself, grunted in anger. "Miss whosoever you are, mind your mouth or I have my own ways." Anger built into me when he aimed his gun at my dad. Darting to him, I held onto the gun. "Leave it, I won't shoot him anyway." Yanking off the gun, I stood in front of him.

"Mr.Park, you had such a pretty daughter. How come I didn't know?", he said. "Why? Why would he tell you? Are you his boss?", I scoffed. His eyes that shot glares at me, I found myself tempering up. "What an arrogant lady.", he muttered. He whispered another word, but that was inaudible to any of us.

"Leave her, please. She has nothing to do with you.", my father pleaded. "Fortunately, or unfortunately, she has something to do with me." Looking at my dad, I found him shaking his head. "Mind your words, I am not a toy to you.", I spit. "Maybe, you are." he said, with a playful gaze that I hated.

"Mr.Park, I won't ask you to pay the loan. Instead, give me your daughter. I would love to marry her.", he said. "Jokes on you, I am not doing that.", I laughed. "I'll pay back the loans, please leave her.", begged my dad. He chuckled, "Could have taught your daughter some manners. She wouldn't have to see these days otherwise."

Grabbing onto his collar, I shake it. "Hey, you jerk, don't you dare say a word about me! You Kim freaking Taehyung, don't mess up with me!" I stopped when my mom grabbed my ear. "Leave his collar, Y/n. He's a gangster. He'll shoot you.", my mom whispered, leaving my ear afterwards. I rubbed my ear, glaring at him, who was laughing at me.
"Sorry, Kim Taehyung." As if he is someone too special to apologize to. If there wasn't my mom, he would have been dead by now. "Mr.Park, either your daughter, or your death.", he aimed his gun at my dad's head. I gasped, "No, please! I will marry you!" "Y/n-", before my dad could say another word, he aimed his gun at my dad again.

"Shut up, you old hag. She has agreed, and now, you should have no objections. Be ready, we'll marry the day after tomorrow." I watch him take out a ring from his finger and slide it into mine. "What-" "We're marrying. It was necessary.", he shrugged. Forwarding another ring of his, he says- "Here." I looked at my parents, who were shaking their head.

I sighed, taking the ring from his hand, sliding it into his finger. "Congrats, we are engaged.", he smiles at me. How can he smile after doing such things to my family? I watched him walk away from us, yelling at his guards to follow him.

"Y/n, why did you agree?!", shouted my dad. I stood blank, unable to utter a word. "Of course, I can't see you dying in front of me.", I opposed. It hurted me how tears were rolling down their cheeks. "Why did you even come early?!", he broke into more tears, leaving my heartbroken. "It's midnight. You expect me to come any more late?", I said. He faced away from me in anger.

"Who was he? What about the loan he was talking about?", I asked. "He is one of us, just greater. And the loan, I took it long ago, when I just started my business, I ignored the fact that I took loan from a gangster.", he fumbled. "Why can't you pay off the loan?" "I wouldn't have to see these days if I could.", he answered.

Is the loan that high? How come?

"Y/n, it's okay now. We will try to do something.", said my mom. "Yes, my dear.", added my dad. "No, I'll marry him. What if he tries to kill you?", the fear of losing someone is bigger than any fear of mine. "No need, Y/n.", said my mom. "There is a need.", I opposed.

Leaving them in the living room, I ran up the stairs to my room. Closing the door from behind, I cried my heart out. "What a problem? Why me?" I could feel myself being the unluckiest woman for this.

Marrying someone I don't even know for a bit. Just his name, nothing do I know about his background. Where is he from? Why did my dad agree to take loan from him? What would I have to do after marrying him? The most I could pray for was- a simple life. I hope he does not mess up with me.

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