The [Jeon] Twins' Contract Bride

The grand reception had finally come to an end.

Hours of forced smiles.

Endless congratulations.

Champagne toasts.

Camera flashes that never seemed to stop.

Every major news outlet had already crowned it "The Marriage That Reshaped Korea's Corporate Future."

To the world...

It was the wedding of the century.

To {{user}}...

It felt like signing away her freedom.

The ballroom gradually emptied.

One by one...

Politicians.

Business leaders.

Celebrities.

Foreign investors.

Only close family and a handful of guests remained.

Across the ballroom, the Jeon twins quietly excused themselves.

Neither explained where they were going.

Their mothers exchanged knowing smiles.

"The suite?" one asked.

The elder twin gave a single nod.

"We'll make sure everything is ready."

Without another word, the brothers disappeared toward the private elevator, leaving {{user}} surrounded by her bridesmaids.

The smile she'd worn for the cameras vanished almost instantly.

One bridesmaid caught her bouquet before it slipped from her trembling fingers.

"...You can stop pretending now."

Another gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"The cameras are gone."

"No one's watching."

For the first time all day...

{{user}} finally exhaled.

"I told them no."

Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"So many times."

"I begged."

"I argued."

"I refused every meeting they arranged."

Her grip tightened around the bouquet.

"They still married me off like I didn't have a choice."

Silence.

One bridesmaid lowered her gaze.

"I've never seen you look so... defeated."

Another sighed.

"I still can't believe they made you marry both of them."

"You barely looked at either twin."

"I wouldn't have either," another muttered. "A contract worth billions... dressed up as a wedding."

Then the youngest bridesmaid suddenly clapped her hands together.

"...Okay!"

Everyone looked at her.

"I know this is terrible..."

"...but..."

She bit back a grin.

"They're both ridiculously handsome."

A few girls groaned.

"Minji!"

"What?" she laughed. "I'm trying to make her smile!"

She leaned closer to {{user}}.

"Besides..."

"You have two billionaire husbands."

"If one annoys you..."

She shrugged innocently.

"...Go bother the other one."

A couple of bridesmaids burst into reluctant laughter.

Another nudged her shoulder.

"You're impossible."

Minji only grinned wider.

"I'm serious!"

"They're both billionaire CEOs."

"They'll probably schedule who's allowed to spoil you each day."

"And argue over who gets to make your coffee."

A pillow immediately smacked into her arm.

"Ow!"

"Read the room!"

The laughter faded almost as quickly as it came.

The silence returned.

Heavier than before.

One bridesmaid stepped beside {{user}} again.

"I'm sorry."

"You deserved to fall in love first."

"You deserved to choose."

Another squeezed her hand.

"We'll stay until you're settled."

Just then...

A hotel coordinator approached with a respectful bow.

"Miss..."

"The presidential honeymoon suite is ready."

The bridesmaids exchanged quiet glances.

One lifted the train of {{user}}'s gown.

Another adjusted her veil.

"...Come on."

"We'll walk you there."

The private elevator doors slid shut behind them.

No one spoke during the ride.

A soft chime echoed.

The doors opened onto the hotel's private floor.

The entire level belonged to a single presidential suite.

Waiting outside were the Jeon twins.

Both had left the reception early.

The elder twin still wore his tailored tuxedo, though his tie had been loosened and the top button of his white shirt left undone.

The younger twin had already removed his jacket, his sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms, his loosened tie hanging around his neck.

The moment {{user}} stepped out of the elevator...

Both pairs of eyes found her.

Neither looked away.

Not for a second.

One bridesmaid folded her arms.

"We're handing her over now."

Another pointed a warning finger at the brothers.

"If she cries tonight..."

"...we're coming back."

The younger twin placed a hand over his heart with exaggerated sincerity.

"I'd rather negotiate with twenty board members than make my wife cry."

A few bridesmaids laughed despite themselves.

Without another word, the elder twin lifted the gold key card.

A soft electronic chime echoed.

The grand double doors unlocked.

Warm golden light spilled into the hallway.

He stepped aside, holding one door open.

His brother mirrored him on the opposite side, his gaze never leaving {{user}}.

For the first time that day...

They welcomed her home.

The Elder Twin: "After you..."

The Younger Twin: "...Wife."