I Give You A Month To Get Pregnant! KOREAN IMPOTENT Pop Star Tells BLACK VIRGIN Wife
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I Give You A Month To Get Pregnant! KOREAN IMPOTENT Pop Star Tells BLACK VIRGIN Wife
Chapter 1: The Deal
“You have one month to get pregnant for me. And if you don’t, you can kiss goodbye to your mother’s house and everything she worked for.”
The words hung in the air like poison. Zuri sat in the back of the luxury car, her jaw clenched so tightly she thought her teeth might crack. Kang Min-ho—Mini to his fans—Korea’s biggest pop star, was scrolling through his phone, grinning at wedding photos flooding social media. Each one more staged than the last.
She was pressed against the opposite door, arms crossed, every muscle in her body coiled. When he held up his phone for yet another selfie, angling it to capture them both, she snapped.
“Come on, one more,” he said, all charm and zero awareness. “The lighting in here is perfect. Lean in.”
“If you don’t get that camera off my face—” Zuri’s voice was low and dangerous.
He lowered the phone, amused rather than threatened. “You know we’re married now, right? Husband and wife. You’re supposed to at least pretend to like me in public.”
She finally turned to him, eyes blazing. “As a settlement for my father’s debt. Don’t romanticize it.”
His smirk deepened, like he was enjoying every second of her rage. “Settlement, arrangement, marriage, tomato, tomato. We signed papers, you wore white, I kissed you in front of 300 people. Legally speaking, Mrs. Kang, you’re mine.”
“Don’t,” she snapped. “Call me that.”
He leaned back, utterly relaxed, like this was all a game. “What should I call you, then? The woman who glared through our entire wedding? My beautiful, furious wife?”
“How about nothing?” she shot back. “We can go the entire marriage without speaking. I’d prefer it.”
He laughed. Actually laughed. “That’s going to make living together awkward.”
Her head whipped around. “Living together?”
“Did you think this was some modern, separate-bedroom situation? No, no, we’re doing this properly. One house, one bed. Well, one bedroom at least. Wouldn’t want the press getting suspicious.”
Zuri was seething. “You are unbelievable.”
“Thank you,” he said smoothly, turning back to his phone. “My fans think so, too.”
Three days. She’d known this man for three days.
Chapter 2: The Trap
Three days ago, she’d been living her normal life—working, planning her future, blissfully unaware that her stepfather had been gambling away money he didn’t have and racking up debts that would bury them all. Three days ago, he’d sat her down with that pathetic, sweaty look and told her there was only one way out. One deal that would save the family.
Madame Kang, a woman whose tailored suits cost more than Zuri’s entire wardrobe and whose smile was all teeth and no warmth, had made the offer. Her son needed a wife. The kind of wife who looked good in photographs, who could smile through the chaos of fame, who wouldn’t ask too many questions. In exchange, the debt would disappear completely. Her stepfather would walk away free. And Zuri would walk straight into a cage.
She’d met Mini that same day. He’d barely looked at her during the “interview” for the role of wife. He’d been scrolling through his phone, bored, distracted, only glancing up long enough to say, “She’ll do.” Like she was a piece of furniture.
Now, 72 hours later, she was Mrs. Kang, sitting next to this obnoxious man who had the audacity to call himself her groom.
Zuri was neither rich nor poor. No designer clothes, no luxury vacations, no trust fund, but she never went to bed hungry. She walked into every room with her head high, her voice steady, her confidence unshakable. She said exactly what she felt, exactly when she felt it—a trait most people, especially men like her stepfather, interpreted as disrespectful.
“Marry him, Zuri. Learn how to be a wife, a woman, be feminine.” Her stepfather’s voice, dripping with condescension.
She’d laughed in his face. “Say all you want. I’m not marrying him. Heck, I don’t even want to get married.”
“They’re taking everything. The house, everything your mother worked for before she died.”
Just like that, her face had softened. Her mother, the woman who’d scraped and saved and sacrificed everything, was the only reason she signed the papers. For her mother, for the only thing she had left of her.
Chapter 3: The Penthouse
The penthouse was everything Zuri expected—cold, sleek, expensive, and utterly soulless. All glass and marble and sharp edges.
Mini’s mother and sister were waiting in the grand foyer. Madame Kang stood with her arms crossed, looking like she owned the world. Sujin, his sister, held a tiny puppy, cooing at it like it was the most precious thing she’d ever seen.
“I see our order has arrived,” Madame Kang said, her voice dripping with arrogance. She looked Zuri up and down like she was inspecting a package.
Zuri didn’t miss a beat. She dropped her bag on the floor, crossed her arms, and met the older woman’s gaze. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was shopping on the same website as you, but I guess desperation makes us all click buy now on things we can’t return, doesn’t it?”
The smile froze on Madame Kang’s face. Sujin’s mouth fell open. Mini, standing behind Zuri, let out a surprised laugh, half shocked, half impressed.
“Welcome home, Mrs. Kang,” Madame Kang said slowly, her smile now razor sharp.
“Can’t wait,” Zuri shot back.
Sujin stepped forward, puppy in hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you,” she said, extending her hand.
Zuri glanced at it, then up at Sujin’s face. “Well, I’ve heard nothing about you,” she retorted, and stormed past both women.
Behind her, she heard Sujin’s scandalized gasp, Madame Kang’s sharp intake of breath, and Mini’s low, amused chuckle.
Chapter 4: The Ultimatum
Mini followed Zuri into the master bedroom. “You know, you should be careful how you speak to my mom and sister.”
“Well, your mom and sister should be careful how they speak to me,” she snapped.
“You’re tough. Sassy. I like it.” He took a step closer. “I’d love to see how long this will last.”
“Can you show me to my room now?” she said, still painfully aware of the wedding dress suffocating her.
He spread his arms wide. “Welcome to our room.”
“What?” Disgust dripped from every syllable.
“Our room,” he repeated. “We’re married. And yes, we’re sharing a room.”
He pulled out a thick document. “Here, our prenup agreement.”
She snatched it from his hands, flipping through the pages. Then she saw it. Clause 7.
Her voice rose. “Get pregnant for you?”
“You read correctly,” he said, arms crossed. “I’ll let you off this arrangement in ten months. Get pregnant for me. Give me a son in ten months, and you’re free to walk away.”
“You’re insane,” she spat. “What makes you think that I’ll let you anywhere near me or even think about carrying your child?”
Mini’s smirk deepened. “You don’t have to. There’s another option—remain stuck with me forever.”
“I’m a virgin, and over my dead body will I give it up to you.”
He raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
“I’m never going to carry your child. After a year, this arrangement is over. That’s what your mom and my stepdad told me. One year, then I walk away with my mother’s house, and you go back to your perfect little life without me in it.”
Mini tilted his head. “It’s the same thing. They just didn’t tell you the conditions attached to it. Neither was it signed.”
Zuri stared at him for a long, dangerous moment. Then she laughed—a sharp, cold, mocking sound. “You can take this little fantasy contract and shove it so far up your—” She stopped herself, throwing the papers at him.
She turned on her heel. “Where are you going?” Mini called after her.
“Literally anywhere that you’re not,” she shot back. “This is our room, remember?”
She looked back over her shoulder with the sweetest, most poisonous smile. “Then I guess you better get used to sleeping alone. Husband.” She slammed the door.
Chapter 5: The Night Circus
Zuri ran through the penthouse, wedding dress tangling around her legs. She grabbed a random door handle and burst through—straight into Madame Kang, on top of a much younger man.
“Weird family,” she muttered, backing out quietly.
She found a couch, collapsed onto it, wedding dress and all. She was too exhausted to care anymore.
Mini found her there after midnight, sleeping. He carried her back to the master bedroom, laid her down on the bed, and made himself a bed on the floor. Some secrets were better left buried.
Chapter 6: The Breakfast Battle
The next morning, the Kang family sat around the dining table, perfectly arranged, perfectly fake. Madame Kang at the head, Sujin with her puppy, Mini scrolling through his phone. The only person missing—Zuri.
“Where’s your wife?” Madame Kang asked.
“She’s coming,” Mini replied.
Zuri appeared at the top of the stairs, wrapped in a red silk robe, her hair messy, face makeup free. She descended the stairs like she owned the place.
“Did your wedding night really get you that tired that you kept everyone waiting?” Madame Kang asked, dripping with annoyance.
Zuri met her gaze, smiled sweetly. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I stutter? Did he not treat you well last night that you’re so grumpy?”
The room went silent. Sujin choked on her orange juice. Mini’s head snapped up. Madame Kang’s face turned red.
Zuri sat down. “Have you decided on the prenup?” Sujin asked.
Zuri stopped chewing. Mini’s eyes locked on her, unreadable.
“You know I can’t determine the gender of a baby,” Zuri said, her voice tight.
“A deal is a deal,” Mini replied.
Zuri felt the walls closing in. Her mother’s house, her freedom, everything was slipping away.
“I need to think this through,” she said.
“Okay,” Mini said. “I’ll give you twelve hours.”
“Two days,” she negotiated.
“Twenty-four hours,” he countered.
“Fine,” she bit out. “Twenty-four hours.”
Chapter 7: The Truth
That night, Zuri sat on the balcony, staring at the city lights. She was angry, trapped, but not broken. She called her best friend in Ghana, vented about the prenup, the pregnancy clause, the impossible situation.
“Girl, you’re in a K-drama, but with real consequences,” her friend said. “Don’t let them win. Find his secret. Everyone in those dramas has a secret.”
Zuri laughed for the first time in days.
The next morning, she started looking for it. She watched Mini, observed the way he avoided intimacy, the way he flinched at the mention of children, the way he changed the subject when his mother brought up heirs.
She found him in the music room, playing a haunting melody on the piano.
“You’re good,” she said.
He didn’t look up. “I know.”
“Why do you need a child so badly?”
He stopped playing. “It’s not me. It’s her.” He nodded toward the door, where Madame Kang’s shadow lingered.
“She thinks I’m broken,” he said quietly. “She thinks a son will fix everything.”
Zuri sat beside him. “Are you?”
He looked at her, something vulnerable in his eyes. “Does it matter?”
“It does to me.”
He laughed, bitter. “I’m the biggest pop star in Korea. I have everything. But I can’t give her what she wants. And now, I can’t give you what you want, either.”
Zuri’s heart softened. “What do you want?”
He looked away. “To be free.”
Chapter 8: The Pact
That night, Zuri made a decision. She found Mini on the balcony, staring at the city.
“I’ll sign your prenup,” she said. “But on one condition.”
He looked at her, wary. “What?”
“We tell the truth. To each other. No more games.”
He nodded slowly. “Deal.”
She signed the prenup. He watched her, something like relief in his eyes.
The next morning, Madame Kang was livid. “You signed it? Good. Now get to work.”
Zuri smiled. “It’s not that simple.”
Chapter 9: The Secret
A week passed. Zuri and Mini shared a room, but nothing else. They talked late into the night, sharing stories, dreams, fears. She learned about his childhood, the pressure, the loneliness. He learned about her mother, her dreams, her stubbornness.
One night, she found him crying in the bathroom. He confessed the truth—he was impotent. He’d known since he was sixteen. No doctor could fix it.
“My mother doesn’t know,” he whispered. “No one does. That’s why she’s so obsessed with heirs. That’s why she arranged this marriage. She thinks a woman like you, strong, healthy, can fix me.”
Zuri hugged him. For the first time, they were just two broken people, trying to survive.
Chapter 10: The Plan
Zuri hatched a plan. She convinced Mini to go public with his story—not the impotence, but the pressure, the expectations, the truth about arranged marriages in the entertainment industry.
They filmed a documentary together, exposing the reality behind the glamour—the loneliness, the sacrifices, the loss of freedom.
The documentary went viral. Fans rallied behind Mini and Zuri, praising their honesty, their courage. Madame Kang was furious, but the tide had turned.
Mini’s label renegotiated his contract. Zuri’s mother’s house was secured. The prenup was nullified by public support. Madame Kang’s influence waned.
Chapter 11: The Freedom
A year later, Mini and Zuri stood on the same balcony, watching the city lights.
“Do you regret it?” he asked.
She smiled. “Not for a second.”
They weren’t lovers. They weren’t even married anymore—the annulment came through six months after the documentary aired. But they were friends, survivors, allies.
Mini adopted a child from Ghana, fulfilling his mother’s wish in his own way. Zuri started a foundation for girls’ education, honoring her mother’s legacy.
They met for dinner once a month, laughing about the past, dreaming about the future.
Epilogue
Zuri stood on the stage at her foundation’s annual gala, accepting an award for her work.
“I was once told I had a month to get pregnant or lose everything,” she said, her voice steady. “But I learned that freedom isn’t something you’re given. It’s something you fight for, every day.”
Mini was in the audience, smiling.
And somewhere, Madame Kang watched from her lonely penthouse, realizing too late that power built on control always crumbles.
Zuri walked off the stage, head high, heart free.
THE END
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