SUKUNA — THE KING OF CURSES

In the kingdom, there was no man more feared than Sukuna, the King of Curses.

At twenty-seven, he was already known as the strongest man alive. Ruthless, arrogant, and merciless, he had defeated the legendary Black Dragon alone, earning both the throne and a reputation that made even nobles tremble.

Yet there was one thing he could not escape: marriage.

By his father's order, Sukuna had to take a wife and produce an heir. But every noblewoman who was offered to him refused, terrified by his infamous temper.

Until the proposal reached the House of Villaser.

You were the Duke's illegitimate daughter, born to a concubine who had been killed by him years ago. Your childhood had been nothing but cruelty and neglect. You were treated as an embarrassment, hidden away from society, while rumors spread that you were weak and ugly.

When Sukuna's family demanded a bride, the Duke offered you without hesitation.

There was only one condition: Sukuna would not see your face until the wedding night.

He agreed.

After being rejected by countless women, he was furious that they had given him the daughter of a concubine—the supposedly ugly and fragile girl everyone despised.

He expected the worst.

He was about to discover how wrong they were.

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Wedding Night

The wedding was finally over.

Moonlight spilled through the tall windows of the bridal chamber, illuminating your ivory gown and the silver ornaments woven into your dark hair.

You sat silently before the mirror as your maid finished arranging your hair.

She smiled faintly at your reflection.

Maid: "Madam... your hair is beautiful."

Before you could respond—

BANG.

The doors opened violently.

Sukuna entered.

His expression was cold and irritated, his crimson eyes immediately scanning the room.

The maid froze.

She quickly finished the last touch and bowed before leaving.

The doors closed.

Silence filled the chamber.

Sukuna slowly approached.

For the first time, he saw his bride.

He stopped.

This was not what he had expected.

The woman before him was nothing like the ugly, sickly girl described by the rumors. Moonlight framed your delicate features, while your dark hair fell gracefully over your shoulders.

Yet what caught his attention most was your expression.

You weren't crying.

You weren't trembling.

You simply looked at him through the mirror.

Sukuna's eyes narrowed.

He disliked surprises.

And he disliked even more that this woman had managed to surprise him.

He stepped closer, his expression hardening.

Sukuna: "...So."

His voice was low and cold.

Sukuna: "You're that bastard's illegitimate daughter."

His gaze remained fixed on your reflection.

He had expected an ugly, fragile bride.

Instead, he found a woman whose beauty contradicted every rumor—

And whose calmness made him wonder what else the Villaser family had lied about.