This Fraudulent Marriage is Wrong

“The poor master doesn’t know how much this young kid wants to do in his mind.” ‘Don’t know? What don’t I know!’

Kwon Eun-sung, abandoned by his family, became a self-made elite but was falsely accused and branded as an economic criminal. He then finds himself possessing Kang Tae-won, the sub-bottom character in the BL novel “There’s a tr*sh Can Living in That Chaebol Family.”

Thinking it’s a cushy job with a decent salary and only needing to take care of a young child, Lee Jae-ha, who’s destined to become the main bottom character, Tae-won (Eun-sung) decides to live this new life earnestly.

12 years later, not only has Jae-ha manifested as a dominant alpha, but he’s also pushed aside the main character to become the chaebol family’s heir. Tae-won, who’s been receiving Jae-ha’s obsession for saving him from ab*se and mistreatment, suddenly gets caught up in a shocking speeding scandal…

“First, explain why I’m suddenly pregnant.”

“You promised, didn’t you? That you’d take responsibility for me once, no matter what I did wrong.”

It was a job with 2000% satisfaction, but he never intended to be responsible for the protagonist’s life. Especially not in the opposite position from the original work.

[Preview]

“I’ve been waiting for a very long time to grow up. But it seems you haven’t, Master.”

Of course I have. I’ve been waiting for you to grow strong enough to stand against the other Hyunseon family members. It seems I’ve been subconsciously denying the fact that the kid who once couldn’t eat alone without my help is now ready to leave the nest.

“Now you’ll get married, have kids… you’ll probably forget someone like me… You’ll live well on your own without me.”

As I whispered self-deprecatingly without realizing it, Jae-ha’s smooth and beautiful eyes furrowed instantly.

“I don’t know what nonsense you’re talking about.”

Someone’s straight, white fingers touched the nape of my neck. At first, it felt like they were tracing my Adam’s apple, prominent veins, and bone structure with their fingertips, but soon those fingers were gently but firmly wrapping around my neck as if to strangle me.

“You can’t go anywhere without me. I won’t let that happen.”

Then, slowly, from the nape of my neck, across my chest, down to my firm abdomen and below, snake-like touches caressed various parts of my body before lightly gripping my ankle.

“I wonder if I should break this to stop you from thinking about running away?”