Vladimir clicked his tongue sharply. Marriage would have ensured a smooth path for his business. It wouldn’t have taken long for their names to appear among the world’s richest.

But Yuhyeon’s contract was only for five years. After he achieved his goals, there was a strong possibility that he wouldn’t continue to work with him.

Although he wouldn’t leave his company right away, he wouldn’t be able to run both companies at the same time. In the end, he would inevitably lose Yuhyeon to Korea.

“But there’s nothing we can do about it. She is my brother’s only love.”

“Do you really think it’s love?”

“If it wasn’t love, why would he wait five years? He didn’t meet any other women and remained faithful. That’s proof enough, isn’t it?”

Ivan was convinced, but Vladimir disagreed.

“It’s not love – it’s a mixture of love and hate.”

“Even love and hate are born of love.”

“We’ll see in time.”

Vladimir got up from the sofa and looked at the night view of Seoul.

No, neither you nor Sergei understand.

‘When love and hate reach their end, only ruin remains… And the day he finally understands that will be the day he loses what he cherishes most.’

All for the sake of a woman, Vladimir thought, Yuhyeon would eventually regret rejecting Lydia’s proposal.

Vladimir decided to be patient.

Once his revenge was complete, she would no longer matter.

***

They were on their way to their honeymoon in a private jet.

The Internet was abuzz with talk of their wedding.

Unlike the previous scandal, where the photos were taken from the side and the faces weren’t visible, this time there were no photos at all.

Beom Yuhyeon, the secret weapon behind Vladimir’s financial empire, remained a man shrouded in mystery.

‘The fact that he is Vladimir’s son didn’t even make the news…’

Although Vladimir attended the wedding and sat at the groom’s side, no media outlet mentioned it.

Considering the number of notable guests invited to the wedding, the complete lack of coverage suggested that efforts had been made to suppress the articles.

‘A Russian, not even a Korean, wielding such overwhelming influence over the Korean media… how amazing.’

Soo-min touched the diamond on her finger and thought back to her brief visit to the newlyweds’ home in Korea.

“What I liked most about the purchase was the garden. There were so many rare flowers that I wondered who had taken care of them, and to my surprise, it was you, Soo-min.”

The villa was completely rebuilt, leaving only the garden untouched. From the exterior walls to the interior materials, everything had been redone with the finest marble.

It was as if the villa had been gilded, almost literally gilded – it could easily be mistaken for a royal residence from the past.

Even the interior decorations were meticulously chosen, each piece of the highest quality. The extravagant furniture and accessories, worth billions of dollars, were like works of art, which made them intimidating.

‘Spending so much money on a second home….’

The luxurious newlywed home was so overwhelming that it hardly felt like the same place she had lived for five years.

It was clear that the bride’s preferences were irrelevant to him. After all, he had no way of knowing who the bride would be.

When Soo-min turned her head, she noticed that Yuhyeon had fallen asleep.

‘Was he tired?’

Come to think of it, tonight would be our first night as a married couple.

We were now man and wife.

If he had hesitated before, there was no reason to hesitate now.

Of course, he had always said that he wasn’t the type to force himself on anyone – but now that they were married, hadn’t the last barrier fallen?

She ended up imagining what it would be like to have s*x with him.

The shape of his p*nis came to her mind all too naturally, and in her mind, it pressed deep into Soo-min’s most intimate place.

Soo-min screamed inwardly.

***

A resort in the South Pacific.

He had said that this unfamiliar place was one of his family’s vacation homes.

“A vacation home… No, at this level, isn’t it practically a palace?”

Having a wedding reception in the middle of the South Pacific was amazing.

The people who were preparing for it were busy moving about.

Behind them, the couple was also changing into their party clothes.

There were several dresses in the room, as if they had been brought in earlier.

Soo-min chose one of them.

“Not that one. Wear another dress.”

“Does it look strange?”

Soo-min had chosen a pink evening gown, but it didn’t seem to meet Yuhyeon’s standards.

“The second one would be better.”

The dress he chose was decorated with pearls and overflowing lace.

Although it was shorter, it resembled a wedding dress, which made her hesitate.

“It feels a little too much.”

“It’s the reception. We’re the headliners. Besides, the invited guests are heirs of leading global corporations – it is only proper to dress accordingly.”

There was no point in arguing; she would end up following Yuhyeon’s wishes anyway, so she grabbed the second dress.

“Alright, I’ll wear this one.”

“Change here.”

“H-here?”

“In front of me.”

“……”

He sat down on the sofa and looked her up and down.

“Take it off.”

“……”

Even though they were alone in the room, taking off her clothes made her hesitate.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you n*ked before. Are you shy?”

“No.”

Soo-min turned around and reached for the zipper.

Ziiip – the sound of the zipper coming down echoed loudly.

The silent gaze that ran down her back made her tense.

Even without looking, she could feel his eyes on her – as if she was standing there completely n*ked.

Soo-min tried to ignore the way her heart was beating wildly.

But her fingers wouldn’t move the way she wanted them to.

Is the zipper stuck?!

No matter how hard she tried, the zipper wouldn’t go down past the middle.

The thin dress frustratingly stopped at her back, refusing to move, leaving her underwear exposed.

Soo-min looked behind her and called for help.

“I think the zipper is stuck.

“It looks like it might come down if you use more force.”

“But it’s an expensive dress… What if it tears…?”

All the clothes she wore after the wedding were luxury brands.

She had overheard some female guests saying that they were the latest collections presented in France this year.

“So what if it’s just a dress?”

Yuhyeon suddenly stood up.

Then he walked over to Soo-min and stood in front of her, putting his hand behind her back.

She didn’t understand why he reached from the front when he could have just gone behind her to grab the zipper.

Her heart trembled as their chests came close enough to touch.

Yuhyeon grabbed the zipper and pulled it down with all her might.

Riiip – a tearing sound followed.

Gasping, she turned her head to see the dress torn below the waist.

“Ah…”

“Looks like I misjudged the strength.”

“……”

It wasn’t just any luxury dress – it must have been carefully crafted by hand, stitch by stitch.

But the moment it was in his hands, it was reduced to rags.

The torn opening at the waist exposed her torso, clad only in a bra.

His eyes went to her br*ast.

Soo-min hastily covered herself with her hands.

But his big hand pushed hers aside and cupped her br*ast gently.

Her shoulder shivered slightly.

“I like your br*asts. Not too small, not too big – just right.”

“But… we don’t have much time…”

“If we’re late, they’ll just drink without us.”

“Ah-“

He suddenly grabbed Soo-min’s waist and lifted her onto the table.

Various objects clattered on the floor.

His lips fell softly on her neck.

Her shoulders trembled.

She could feel the tingling sensation of *rousal spreading rapidly through her veins and throughout her body.

Unconsciously, strength gathered in her thighs.

“But still…”

“There’s always time to suck.”

Soon, Yuhyeon’s lips crushed against hers, rubbing and pressing as they kissed.

“Mmph-“

His tongue was trapped.

The intense suction was so strong that it made her tongue throb as if it would fall off.

It was so rough that she struggled to breathe.

His tongue ruthlessly explored every nook and cranny of her mouth, leaving her completely unable to respond.

Yuhyeon kissed her aggressively.

As he sucked on her tongue, her body began to melt.

Her head moved where he took it.

She allowed him to take complete control of her body.

His hand slid between her thighs, pushing inward.

“You’re wet…I guess we’ll have to take care of that.”

Before she knew it, the w*tness beneath her began to throb. As he fumbled with her panties and stroked her p*ssy with his fingers, her *rousal spilled out.

Even though he said there was no need to be embarrassed anymore, every time she felt like she’d become a shameless woman, she twisted her body.

But even as she twisted, he closed the distance, his hand gripping her waist.