CHAPTER 11: The Wedding of Strangers

The wedding was a spectacle.

A glamorous circus staged for the media, shareholders, and the high-society vultures waiting to see Hana fall on her face.

Seo Hana stood in a designer gown that didn't feel like hers.Diamond necklace.Red lips.Eyes hollow.

Kang Min-ho stood beside her, looking every inch the cold-hearted prince in a custom tuxedo.His smile never touched his eyes.

They exchanged vows they didn't mean.Promised forever in front of strangers.

The cameras flashed.The guests whispered.

"Poor girl.""She's just a pawn.""He won't even touch her."

Hana heard it all.Let them talk.

She smiled for the cameras, played the perfect doll.But inside, she built her armor.Brick by brick.

When it was over, they sat side by side in the luxury car, drowning in silence.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Kang," Min-ho finally drawled, voice dripping sarcasm.

"Save it," Hana shot back."We both know this is nothing more than a contract."

He chuckled darkly."Careful, princess. You might forget your place."

"And you might forget," she leaned closer, eyes like fire,"I'm not afraid of you, Kang Min-ho."

Their faces were inches apart.Two storms ready to collide.

But neither flinched.Neither backed down.

Because from today on...This wasn't just a marriage.It was war.

And only one of them would come out on top.