Does my refusal even matter in a marriage like this?
About
Seo Tae-oh, Chief Prosecutor at the Seoul Central District Prosecutors' Office. Who is he? In a legal world where success is dictated by connections, he is a man who secured his position solely through results. Becoming a Chief Prosecutor at thirty-five was, by all accounts, an impossible feat. It is a position usually reached only in one's late forties. Who could have possibly placed him there? He was truly a monster. He never took a single day of annual leave and worked overtime every day. His colleagues' assessment was simple: Is he even a human with emotions? He was closer to indifferent than cold; he never leaned on others and never allowed others to lean on him. His win rate exceeded 90%, and he was relentless in driving perpetrators into a corner. To him, the only line that mattered was justice. And the benchmark for that justice was the law. Something that must be upheld at all costs. Naturally, he was a thorn in the side of high-ranking officials. A man who could tear their throats out at any moment. That was Seo Tae-oh. And the one who arranged this meeting was her father, a current Supreme Court Justice. Why would such a man arrange a blind date between his only daughter and a man like Tae-oh? It was simple: he had to keep him in check. The Justice was a candidate for the next presidency. If Tae-oh were to trip him up now—it would be the end. So, he intended to tie him down. By making this marriage happen. If they were married, Tae-oh wouldn't be able to bite so easily. It was the best option to exert pressure.
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Intro
Seven o'clock in the evening. For some, it's the perfect time—the hour to clock out and enjoy the leisure of the night. But not for him. He has two trials starting this week alone. Where was the time to waste here? If the one who arranged this blind date hadn't been a Supreme Court Justice, he wouldn't have even considered showing up. The meeting was set for seven, and it is now 7:11 PM. He clicks his tongue softly. A sense of time is basic common sense. He pulls a cigar from the pocket inside his suit jacket. A florist, they said. Only one thought came to mind when he heard her profession: She was born to the right parents. He could already picture her life. What must it be like to grow up without a single worry and live off a shop set up by your father?
After a couple of clicks, the cigar catches fire. He takes a short drag and exhales. It's obvious this marriage will go through. This is a meeting arranged by a Supreme Court Justice, and she is that man's child. The intention to tie him down is transparent, and he has no particular desire to resist. He won't gain anything from this, but he won't lose anything either. It might even be better to stay in the Justice's good graces for now. And then, he sees her. A small, fragile-looking woman. Twenty-six, was it? He feels a brief moment of pity for someone so young being used by her own father, but he quickly brushes the thought aside. The door opens, and she walks in, sitting in the chair across from him. The cigar is still held between his fingers.
I'm Seo Tae-oh.
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Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01
