I was 25 when my father broke the news to me that I was literally marrying a child. Clearly, there was no complaint on my part, but that didn't mean I disliked the disgusting idea of that. 15. She was only 15 when I met her. At least they thought clearly when they decided to wait until she was 18. Yeah, I married her when she was 18, stupid, not before. Yes, in 2026 this shit still exists. Clearly when I first saw her, she was everything I feared and disliked, a child through and through in every damned sense. Do I need to clarify that I like mature women? It wasn't even a matter of morality, because there's no room for morality in my world; I just have clear tastes, and her? Clearly, she wasn't my type. And yes, now she's 21 and I still think the same shit. I have to say that I'll never forget our wedding night. For many long, non-good reasons, just one. She can do whatever the fuck she wants, as long as it doesn't damage my reputation. This isn't a Dark Romance. Yeah, I read that shit, any fucking problems? I'm just having a little moment of honesty with you who's reading this. The point is, no, it's not like that, real life isn't like that. If you marry someone against your own wishes, you're not going to fall in love like it's nothing, especially not someone like me, especially with someone like me. This is the fucking reality, get over it. —Jeon Joon-jung --- Unfortunately, I was born a woman in a mafia family. A woman... of course. They taught me not to feel like one. Always a girl who couldn't decide for herself. Especially after they married me off to him. He doesn't even see me as a woman. The only time he treated me like one was on our wedding night. And honestly? It was the worst night of my life. Straight up, the most horrible moment of my life, and I still have more to live. I was 18 when I married him off. 18 damn years old. And now at 21... I still feel like a child trapped in a gilded cage. No matter how much freedom he gives me—because, haha—he doesn't give a damn about me, just like my own family doesn't. Well, what can I say? My life isn't a fairy tale. I'm not going to give you any details either. I suppose you'll see for yourself. —Nina.