His Maid, His Obsession

Together..

The next day, Ken walks into his father’s study, his face tense and filled with uncertainty. His father looks up from his papers, instantly sensing the weight of his son’s decision.

"I can’t do it, Dad," Ken says, voice low but resolute. "I can’t walk away from the mafia. I can’t leave it all behind... and I can’t let her go either."

His father remains silent for a moment, then stands up, his gaze icy. "Then you’ve made your choice, son," he says coldly, stepping closer to Ken. "If you’re not willing to choose the mafia, you’re choosing nothing."

Ken’s heart sinks as he meets his father’s stare. "Dad, please... I need this. I need her. I’ll do anything."

But his father doesn’t show any mercy. "You’re no longer part of this family if you can’t even decide what you want," he says firmly. "You’re out. Leave."

Ken’s jaw tightens, but he knows there’s no other option. His father’s words are final. With a heavy heart, Ken turns and walks out, the weight of his decision weighing down on him as he leaves his home, knowing that everything he once knew has been torn apart.

As Ken walks out of his father’s mansion, his mind a storm of thoughts, he suddenly feels a hand grab his. He turns, surprised to see Jennifer standing there, her expression softer than before but still holding that firm resolve.

Without a word, she pulls him toward her, her grip strong and unyielding. Ken hesitates for a moment, but Jennifer’s determination is clear, and he follows her, almost like he’s been pulled into her world.

She leads him to her small home, the one he’s never seen before—a simple, modest place that stands in stark contrast to his luxurious life. Once they’re inside, Jennifer doesn’t let go of his hand, guiding him into the living room.

"Welcome to my world," she says quietly, her voice still firm but with a touch of gentleness. "This is where you’ll have to start if you really want a chance at anything with me. No mafia, no power, just... this."

Ken stands still, his eyes scanning the room, realizing just how different everything is from what he’s known. Jennifer’s home isn’t filled with luxury, but there’s a warmth, a sense of peace he’s never felt before.

He looks at her, conflicted. "You think I can leave it all behind? Just like that?"

Jennifer’s eyes soften for a second. "If you want me... if you really want this... then yes. You have to leave it all behind. There’s no room for both, Ken."

Jennifer’s small home feels cozy despite its age. The walls are worn, and the furniture is simple and a little outdated, but there's an undeniable warmth in every corner. The wooden floors creak underfoot, and the scent of incense lingers in the air, mixing with the soft smell of the dogs.

Ken looks around, noticing the chipped paint on the walls and the faded cushions on the couch. But it doesn’t feel sad or neglected—it feels lived in. Each item, from the old pictures on the walls to the small, well-worn bookshelf in the corner, seems to tell a story of love and memories.

Jennifer notices his gaze and smiles softly. "It’s not much, but it’s home," she says quietly, as she sets a cup of tea down on the coffee table. She sits next to him, her voice warm. "I know it’s not like what you're used to. It’s old, it’s small, but... it’s filled with love. And that's enough for me."

Ken takes in the simplicity of it all, the peace that surrounds him, and something in him stirs. He’s always been surrounded by luxury, power, and chaos. But here, everything is grounded in love, warmth, and kindness. The weight on his chest lightens just a little as he watches Jennifer, her eyes soft, radiating a quiet strength.

He runs a hand through his hair, feeling a mix of confusion and longing. "I’ve never had something like this," he admits quietly. "Everything I know is... so different. But, here, I feel something I haven’t in a long time. Peace."

Jennifer’s gaze softens even more, and she leans in just slightly. "You can have peace, Ken. It’s not easy, and it won’t be the same as what you're used to. But if you want it, it’s here... with me."

Ken looks at her, his heart heavy yet hopeful. He’s torn between two worlds, but in this moment, he knows that love and warmth, even in an old house, is something he might never have thought he needed, but now can’t seem to live without.

Jennifer stirs slightly, lifting her head to look at him. Her eyes meet his, soft and filled with love. "You okay?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ken runs his fingers gently along her cheek, his voice low but steady. "Yeah," he replies, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I never thought I could have a life like this. But here I am... with you."

Jennifer smiles, her hand resting over his heart. "You deserve this, Ken. More than anyone."

He looks at her, his heart full of gratitude and love. "I’m lucky to have you."

After 1 year

Ken and Jennifer stand together in a small, intimate ceremony. The room is filled with the closest of friends, a few family members, and a quiet sense of love that surrounds them. Despite the simplicity of the event, there’s an undeniable joy in the air as they exchange vows.

Jennifer looks at Ken, her heart full, as he holds her hands in his, his gaze never leaving her. “I do,” she says, her voice strong and steady.

Ken smiles, his eyes soft with love. “I do,” he replies, his voice filled with certainty.

The officiant pronounces them husband and wife, and the small gathering bursts into applause. But outside the bubble of their happiness, the world isn’t as kind.

The rumors start spreading almost immediately. Whispers in the streets, on social media, and among those who used to be close to Jennifer make their opinions clear. The fact that Jennifer is marrying Ken—a man with a notorious past and a history in the mafia—raises questions. And her past as a widow doesn’t help matters. People gossip, judging her harshly for marrying again so soon after her first husband’s death.

"She’s a widow, and she’s marrying him?" someone whispers in a coffee shop, shaking their head in disbelief. "Doesn’t she know who he is?"

“She’s just using him to get back to the power,” another person mutters. “She’s fallen for the mafia life again.”

Even some of Jennifer’s old friends turn their backs on her. "You’ve really changed, Jennifer," one of them says, shaking her head. "You went from grieving to marrying a man like him. You should have waited longer. You’re setting a bad example."

Jennifer hears the whispers, the stares, but she stands beside Ken, her head held high. She’s learned by now that the opinions of others don’t matter. What matters is the love and trust she has with him.

Ken, too, feels the weight of the judgments, but he simply wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close. He knows that their love is what’s real. The world may never understand, but it doesn’t change how they feel.

Jennifer looks at Ken, her eyes fierce and unwavering. “Let them talk,” she says softly. “They don’t know us. They never will.”

Ken smiles, pulling her into a gentle kiss. “Let them. We have each other, and that’s all that matters.”