The chandeliers shone like stars, each crystal reflecting golden light and spreading it throughout the large wedding hall. Rows of velvet-covered chairs lined the aisle leading to the altar, filled with men in suits, women adorned with jewels, journalists, and the most influential families in the country. The low hum of conversation filled the air, mixing with the soft sound of violins.

Tonight was more than just a wedding. 

It was a show.

The joining of two dynasties.

Lisa breathed in deeply as her father held her arm. Her gown sparkled like liquid moonlight, diamonds sewn into every fold. Her veil trailed behind her, heavy yet stunning, a waterfall of silk that caught the light with each step. She forced a smile, flawless and unwavering, even though her heart raced from the weight of expectation.

Her father leaned closer. “Remember, Lisa. Today, you are not just my daughter. You are the pride of this family. Walk like a queen. You are securing your throne.”

She nodded gently, her lips quivering against the smile she had learned to wear.

At the end of the aisle stood the man who would be her husband.

Jeon Jungkook.

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Jungkook’s Perspective

He stood with practiced ease, his black tuxedo tailored perfectly to his tall frame, dark hair slicked back to showcase his sharp features. To the world, he was ideal: the heir of an empire, a man of wealth and power, a face made for cameras.

But behind his dark eyes, silence reigned.

As Lisa walked closer, Jungkook’s gaze briefly flicked toward her, taking in her appearance — flawless, glowing, everything expected of a bride. But he felt nothing. This was not the woman he loved. This was not the life he had chosen.

The officiant’s voice rang out in the hall. 

“Who gives this woman to be wed?”

Lisa’s father replied steadily, “I do.” He placed her hand in Jungkook’s.

Jungkook’s fingers wrapped around hers — cool, steady, almost mechanical. Lisa looked up at him, searching his eyes for warmth, but found only formality.

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The Ritual

The ceremony began.

The officiant recited the sacred vows, his voice rising above the silence of the hundreds present.

“Do you, Jeon Jungkook, take Lalisa Manoban as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”

The world seemed to pause. Cameras flashed, breaths were held.

Jungkook clenched his jaw. He forced out the words, calm but cold. 

“I do.”

Lisa’s chest fluttered, relief and hope colliding.

“Do you, Lalisa Manoban, take Jeon Jungkook…?”

Her voice was soft but clear. 

“I do.”

Applause erupted through the hall.

The rings were presented. Jungkook slid the diamond band onto her finger with perfect precision, like closing a business deal. Lisa’s hands trembled slightly as she put the matching band on his, her eyes shining with emotion.

“By the power vested in me… I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Lisa lifted her chin, her heart racing with nervous joy. Jungkook leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. To the crowd, it was perfect—a kiss marking forever.

But for Jungkook, it was a facade. 

His lips met hers, but his heart was absent.

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Banquet

Later, the banquet hall sparkled with champagne glasses and the sound of cutlery. Guests surrounded the couple, offering their congratulations. Lisa beamed, glowing with every compliment, her hand always on Jungkook’s arm. She whispered soft thank-yous, shy laughter bubbling from her lips.

Jungkook smiled when he needed to, bowed when necessary, and shook hands with ease. But inside, the music felt empty, and each congratulatory remark felt like another chain tightening around his neck.

Whispers floated among the guests. 

“They make such a beautiful pair.” 

“A perfect union of two legacies.” 

“The nation’s power couple.”

Lisa's eyes sparkled. She believed them. She wanted to believe them.

But Jungkook’s gaze often strayed, lost in thought, as if searching for a way out.

The room felt alive with candlelight, rose petals scattered across silk sheets, the soft perfume of flowers surrounding them. Lisa sat quietly, her gown heavy and her heart fluttering.

Jungkook watched her for a moment, his expression softer than she had seen all day. He walked toward her and crouched down, gently taking her hands in his.

“You’ve been waiting so patiently,” he said, his thumb stroking her knuckles. “Are you nervous?”

Lisa swallowed, nodding faintly. “A little… it’s our first night.”

His lips curved into the smallest smile, and he pressed a kiss to her hand. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll make sure tonight is beautiful for you.”

Her chest tightened at his words. This wasn’t duty, this wasn’t formality — this was care.

He leaned in, kissing her softly at first, then deepening as his fingers brushed her cheek. Lisa melted, her arms wrapping around his neck.

When he loosened her gown, his movements were slow and respectful, as though unwrapping something precious. “You’re so beautiful, Lisa,” he whispered, pausing to admire her. His eyes weren’t greedy, they were adoring.

Lisa flushed, shy, but when he kissed the curve of her shoulder, her nerves eased. “Jungkook…” she breathed.

“I’m here,” he whispered against her skin. “Always.”

He let her undress him in return, helping her when her fingers trembled, kissing her lips between each button she freed. The warmth in his gaze never wavered — not cold, not detached, but steady and kind.

When he finally laid her against the bed, his hand brushed through her hair. “If anything feels too much, tell me. I’ll listen.”

Lisa nodded, her eyes shining. “I trust you.”

After sometime jungkook put his two fingers in and start streching Lisa hole for him thick cock...

Lisa roll her eyes and feeling pleasure and pain both... After sometime jungkook leave lisa for a second and Get up and stand really close to lisa...

Lisa close his eyes and soon he feel jungkook c#ck tip On her h#le entrence jungkook roughly push in the lisa gasp...

Lisa moan and cry out in pain.. jungkook keep pushing inside Lisa Until his bolls also go inside... Lisa legs become weak...//

Jungkook grab lisa ass and keep thrusting hard skin clap sound moaning sound

Fill the whole room and after few minutes lisa come all over the bed and him inside her

And after sometime they again started getting intimate ......

Jungkook move inside her and start thrusting deep...

The night was long for both of them

Their bodies moved together in a rhythm of kisses, sighs, and gentle laughter — roses crushed beneath them, sheets tangled. Jungkook guided her with patience, making her feel both cherished and desired. His words were soft but powerful:

“You’re mine.”

“You’re perfect.”

“I’ll take care of you.”

Time blurred into warmth and passion, not rushed, not harsh. And when it ended, Lisa lay in his arms, glowing with happiness.

Jungkook stroked her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Thank you for giving me your trust,” he murmured. “I’ll spend every day proving I deserve it.”

Lisa smiled drowsily, whispering, “You already do.”

And as she drifted into sleep, she felt safe — because Jungkook wasn’t just her husband. He was her dream.

The sun crept through the curtains, golden light spilling into the bridal suite. Lisa stirred, her lashes fluttering before she blinked awake. Her cheeks warmed instantly when she saw Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed neatly, his dark hair still damp from a shower.

He smiled when he noticed her awake. “Good morning, Mrs. Jeon.”

Lisa pulled the blanket over her face, hiding her blush. “Don’t call me that yet. It feels too strange.”

Jungkook chuckled, gently tugging the blanket down. “It’s real. And from today onward, you’re mine. That’s not strange—that’s beautiful.”

Her heart fluttered. Last night had been soft and intimate, but waking up to his voice, his warmth, his smile—it felt like a dream she never wanted to end.

A Husband for the World

By afternoon, they were escorted to the grand hall where journalists, photographers, and family gathered to witness their first appearance as a married couple.

Lisa’s gown shimmered in pale gold, her hand tucked securely in Jungkook’s arm. Flashes from cameras lit up the room, but all Lisa could hear was the pounding of her heart.

“Mr. Jeon, how does it feel to be married?” a reporter called out.

Jungkook answered with a steady voice, never letting go of Lisa’s hand. “It feels… right. For the first time, I feel complete. Lisa makes me stronger. She’s the best part of my life now.”

The crowd erupted in murmurs, charmed by his sincerity.

Lisa’s cheeks burned at his words. She lowered her gaze shyly, but Jungkook squeezed her hand, whispering against her ear, “Don’t hide. They should see how stunning my wife is.”

Her lips parted in surprise before she smiled, the nervousness fading. Together, they faced the crowd—a picture of perfection.

Private Promises

That night, after the chaos of flashing lights and endless congratulations, they retreated back to the quiet of their suite. Lisa curled up on the sofa, kicking off her heels with a sigh.

“You looked like a goddess out there,” Jungkook said, setting a small velvet box on the table.

Lisa blinked. “What’s this?”

“Not for the media. Not for show.” He opened it to reveal a delicate silver bracelet, her initials carved into the clasp. “It’s just for you. A promise that no matter how busy life gets, I’ll always come back to you.”

Her eyes stung with tears. She slid the bracelet onto her wrist, clutching it as though it was the most precious jewel. “You already do more than enough. You don’t have to promise me anything.”

Jungkook leaned closer, brushing a kiss across her forehead. “Then consider it a vow. One I’ll keep every day of my life.”

Lisa wrapped her arms around him, whispering into his chest, “You’re everything I ever dreamed of, Jungkook.”

He smiled softly, holding her tighter. “Then let’s dream together.”

The Shadow of Tomorrow

The next morning, Jungkook sat in his office, flipping through documents when his father walked in. His expression was businesslike as always.

“You’re married now, Jungkook. You’ll need a reliable assistant to balance your schedule,” his father said, placing a file on the desk. “I’ve chosen someone young, ambitious, and trustworthy. He’ll begin next week.”

Jungkook glanced briefly at the folder. “If it means I can spend more time with Lisa, then fine. Send him in.”

When his father left, Jungkook opened the file lazily. His eyes landed on the bold name written across the first page:

Kim Taehyung.

Jungkook closed the folder with little thought, unaware that this single name would one day shatter the perfect world he and Lisa had built.