The Sin of Loving Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 1
“Are you seriously telling me to marry President Park’s son?”
Could there be anything more absurd than this?
Kyung Ae was trying to sell her younger daughter, Hae Joo, off to a loan shark. This whole mess started after she recklessly opened a franchise cafe.
President Park was known among market vendors for running small-scale lending operations.
“If you just register your marriage with that family’s son, I can have my debts forgiven.”
Kyung Ae had divorced her husband fifteen years ago due to marital discord. Back then, she’d left behind Hae Joo—who looked exactly like her father—and taken only her older daughter, Yu Ra, with her. But a year later, her ex-husband died suddenly of a heart attack, forcing her to take Hae Joo in as well.
Hae Joo, who reminded Kyung Ae of her ex-husband, became the daughter she never loved. Kyung Ae poured all her affection solely onto Yu Ra, leaving Hae Joo to suffer under her mother’s extreme favoritism.
“How can you get married just because of debt?”
“What’s the problem? I heard President Park’s son is about to die anyway! What’s so hard about just filing a marriage certificate?”
“Do you think marriage is a joke? Then what about my life!”
“Do you really want to watch your mom die? If that’s how you feel, get out of this house right now!”
Kyung Ae flew into a rage.
After days of relentless pressure from her mother, Hae Joo finally gave in and visited President Park’s office.
She felt trapped in an inescapable darkness. Trembling with suppressed fury, she stood before President Park, who then offered an explanation.
“I never asked for this marriage.”
“Then what’s going on?”
“Your mother came to me, offering to marry you off to my son in exchange for debt forgiveness.”
Despair washed over Hae Joo’s pale face. Her eyes held no hope—as if even her soul had already died.
“My son is ill. He’s been diagnosed with a serious disease.”
“…….”
“I’d even considered arranging a posthumous wedding if he passed… I suppose your mother must have heard about that somewhere.”
Kyung Ae worked Hae Joo all day at the cafe but never paid her properly, keeping her financially dependent out of fear she might leave home.
To become independent, Hae Joo needed at least some basic funds—and for now, she had to buy time.
If she refused the marriage and returned home, Kyung Ae wouldn’t leave her alone.
Even in this desperate situation, there was nothing Hae Joo could do immediately.
For her, hope was like a mirage—always visible but impossible to grasp.
“So Mom said she wants me to marry your son?”
“…….”
“To pay off her own debts?”
President Park rubbed his aching chest with his hand.
No matter how he thought about it, forcing Hae Joo into marriage over money made no sense. He’d lived honorably his whole life—but once money got involved, everything went awry.
“As a fellow adult, I apologize on her behalf. I’m truly sorry, child.”
“I’ll do it.”
“What?”
“I’ll marry your son.”
To Hae Joo, who had only just become an adult, this was what family meant: worse than useless—more like poison or trash.
She’d endured harsh treatment all this time because they were family. And the fear of becoming a complete orphan if even her mother abandoned her had kept her going.
Now it was confirmed: she was worth less than an insect being sold off to pay debts.
If Hae Joo refused this marriage, would Kyung Ae actually be afraid?
Of course not. That demon would do even worse things—anything—to save herself, regardless of what happened to Hae Joo.
“This is quite the predicament.”
For President Park, there was nothing left to do but sigh in regret.
Kyung Ae wanted to use Hae Joo out of selfishness, while his own son wished to spend his remaining life saving her.
At first, when Kyung Ae had brought up the marriage idea, President Park had outright rejected it as ridiculous.
But now that his worst fears had come true, his son’s plea—to save Hae Joo—had shaken him deeply.
After much deliberation, President Park asked Hae Joo once more about her intentions and the next day appeared with his ailing son.
His son, in the late stages of blood cancer, met Hae Joo wearing a cap and seated in a wheelchair.
“This is my eldest son I mentioned yesterday.”
Hae Joo didn’t utter a single word to him. Together, they went to the government office, filled out the marriage registration form, and she handed it to him.
Behind them, President Park was on a phone call. Glancing briefly at him, the young man completed the remaining fields on the form and stamped it.
The moment the clerk took the documents, Hae Joo burst into tears.
“I’m sorry.”
That was his first words to her.
He handed her a handkerchief and then returned to the hospital with President Park.
Fifteen days later, her husband passed away.
Hae Joo had unexpectedly become a married woman—and just as unexpectedly, a widow after only fifteen days.
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.
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One night, after burying his son, President Park came to see Hae Joo.
He handed her an envelope containing fifty million won and spoke with dry, trembling lips.
“My son left this for you before he died.”
Hae Joo’s vision blurred as tears welled up hotly in her eyes.
She felt pitiful—as the wife of a dead man—and pitied him too, for having left this world so young.
She didn’t know what to say.
Choking back silent sobs, she stood speechless—until President Park gave her a final request.
“Take this money and leave immediately.”
“What?”
“Your mother is a terrible person. A demon who sold her own daughter for money.”
Hae Joo had been born with delicate, exquisite beauty. When she closed her plump lips, a luminous glow seemed to shine from her.
If she’d had proper parents, she would have been showered with love.
“Take it quickly.”
His dying son, despite his own pain, had begged his father to look after Hae Joo.
How did his son even know about her? President Park had been puzzled—but still looked into her background. Sadly, he learned she’d been living a harsh life, her future mortgaged to Kyung Ae’s debts.
Just as President Park was still reeling from this, Kyung Ae unexpectedly showed up.
“You’re looking for a bride for your eldest son?”
President Park scolded her and threw her out. But she kept returning, pleading helplessly that she couldn’t repay her debts.
When his son heard about this, he said simply:
“I’ll marry that girl.”
President Park, who had initially sought other solutions, could never forgive Kyung Ae for sending Hae Joo that way.
The day Hae Joo came to his office, her expression had been one of utter resignation—exhausted, devoid of any will to live. He sensed instinctively that, marriage or not, she was always destined to be sold off.
Though she wasn’t his biological daughter, his heart ached for her. He even wished she’d been born as his own.
If marriage was the only way for Hae Joo to escape that hell, then he had no choice but to accept it.
In truth, President Park was just another sinner—cursed with a heartless son who’d left this world too soon.
He hoped Hae Joo, after enduring that brief, painful marriage, would now leave everything behind and start a new life.
Sighing with pity, President Park turned to leave.
Following his advice, Hae Joo left home the next day and cut off all contact.
“Hae Joo, this is clearly a breach of contract.”
Hae Joo had been working as a sales clerk at a clothing store when she was cast by GN Entertainment. She gained attention by starring in Director Jang’s film—known for pushing mise-en-scène to its limits—from her very first movie.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly—until rumors surfaced that Hae Joo had been married.
“Hae Joo, be honest with me. Were you married before?”
“There’s a reason.”
Hae Joo confessed how three years ago, to settle her estranged mother’s debts, she’d been essentially sold into a marriage registration.
Managing Director Yoo Jin Han was now deeply troubled by this revelation.
For a rookie actress known for her pure, innocent image, this scandal was devastating. He pressed further:
“You said that man was dead—so how did this rumor even start?”
“I don’t understand it either.”
The police were currently tracking down who had leaked the rumor.
Online, public opinion was already reeling just from the news that Hae Joo had once been married.
“Don’t panic—just check the documents first.”
Hae Joo had never actually opened her marriage status certificate. Even the mere existence of that record had been a deep wound for her.
It wasn’t just that. Fearing Kyung Ae might track her down, she’d avoided any part-time jobs covered under the national four major insurance schemes. When renting a place, she’d bounced between goshiwons—cheap dorm-style lodging—with no security deposit.
Then, a former employer contacted her, saying he’d opened a new store:
“I’ll make sure you get paid separately—just do your best.”
While trying to forget the past, Hae Joo had become an actress. Jin Han played a huge role in this—he’d persistently believed in her despite repeated rejections.
Only recently, after signing with an agency, did she need official documents for her film fee settlement.
Just when she thought she’d grown indifferent to her past, a bombshell exploded.
Right in front of her agency staff, Hae Joo applied for and received her marriage status certificate. She’d desperately hoped it wouldn’t be true—but was left stunned.
“What on earth is this?”
The certificate listed Park Do Jun as her husband.
He wasn’t dead—he clearly existed on paper.
“Hae Joo, do you know this man?”
“I only know the man who died. This person might share the same name, but…”
“So you don’t know him?”
“Yes.”
“Find him and meet with him.”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
Jin Han held a special place in Hae Joo’s life.
He’d been the one to cast her, so his attachment to her ran deeper than usual.
His mind raced, searching for a way to fix this mess.
“Listen carefully. This man will be portrayed as your devoted, loving husband who stood by you during your struggling, unknown days.”
“Managing Director, I don’t want to do that!”
“Do you want to ruin your entire acting career?”
When Jin Han first offered her the casting, Hae Joo hadn’t believed him.
An actress? Me?
But that doubt faded quickly—ever since she began acting, her crushed self-esteem slowly revived, and light began filtering into her dark life.
At some point, even Kyung Ae stopped scaring her.
With this successful start, Hae Joo began nurturing a dream: to become a respected “actress” known for her craft.
If she faltered here, her future would be painfully predictable.
Moreover, without Jin Han, she never would’ve reached this point.
Determined to do whatever it took, she nodded.
“Alright. I’ll meet him.”
“Hae Joo, you just need to get through this once. Please, give it a try.”
The next day, Hae Joo left home to find the man named Park Do Jun. Despite Jin Han’s offer to accompany her, she went alone.
“I think President Park’s office was around here.”
President Park had two sons; the eldest had died from illness. Rumors about the younger son—though vague—hinted he was a reckless troublemaker, even likened to a rabid dog.
Even as just rumors, the thought unsettled her.
What if Hae Joo’s husband back then hadn’t been the eldest son—but the younger one?
“That can’t be possible.”
Hae Joo’s car arrived in a neighborhood undergoing redevelopment and demolition. The area felt desolate, filled with the noise of construction.
Once a bustling commercial district teeming with crowds, it now lay broken and gloomy.
She parked in front of a two-story commercial building.
Red spray paint on the second-floor window read “DEMOLITION.” On the first floor hung a worn-out, faded sign: “Happy Money.”
“Is it closed?”
From the outside, it looked like the business had shut down.
With little hope, she gently pushed the glass door covered in black tint film.
To her surprise, it opened.
“Hello… Is anyone here?”
Hae Joo peeked through the doorway.
A dim fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting a dull glow over the musty office.
She stepped in further.
Just as she removed her sunglasses, the chair once used by President Park creaked.
Startled by the sound, Hae Joo stumbled backward.
“You came.”
Leaning back in a high-backed leather chair sat a young man.
His voice was lazy, almost lethargic.
“I came to see President Park.”
“So you came looking for my father, not for me? That’s disappointing.”
“Who are you to keep speaking so rudely to me?”
Slouched in his chair, he rested his forehead against his hand, propped up on the armrest.
His face remained partly hidden.
Still, she guessed he was tall—from his broad shoulders and long arms.
“Me? Your husband.”
“……!”
A chill ran down Hae Joo’s spine.
Just as she was overcome by the urge to flee, the man rose to his feet.
He wore a disheveled shirt. When he swept back his hair, sharp features emerged—smooth skin and a straight, prominent nose. His deep-set eyes held a subtle glint as they fixed on her.
True to her guess, he stood so tall she had to look up at him. His lean jawline led down to a strong neck, where even slight movements revealed firm, defined muscles.
Ordinary praise like “better than most actors” felt inadequate.
It was as if a god, in love with humanity, had crafted him himself—his physical presence radiated an almost mystical aura.
“Are you the one who registered marriage with me three years ago? I thought you’d passed away…”
The dead couldn’t come back to life.
The husband she’d met—the only time she’d ever seen him—had been so weak he could barely walk, arriving in a wheelchair.
But the man before her now exuded such overpowering presence, as if he’d swallowed the sun itself.
Just as her words caught in her throat, he stepped out from behind his old metal desk.
Startled, Hae Joo tried to back away—but her spine hit the wall.
“I won’t eat you.”
“Answer me quickly! Who are you?”
“Park Do Jun. Your husband.”
His voice carried no inflection.
Deep, low, and slightly raspy, he spoke his name plainly.
“Then who was the one who died?”
“My twin brother.”
The shock struck Hae Joo like a physical blow.
A sharp pain shot through her eyes, blurring her once-clear vision.
President Park couldn’t have lied to her. He’d been sincere, explicitly mentioning his eldest son and explaining the situation.
Her mistake—if there was one—was that, overwhelmed by despair back then, she’d never even asked the name of the man she was supposed to marry.
She’d had no idea three years ago that he and Do Jun were twins.
Now, facing the infamous “rabid troublemaker” she’d only heard rumors about…
“Are you insane?”
When male lead is the homewrecker
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
I’ve read the novel below twice already. Girls, I’m highly recommending it to you!
The female lead? Not a good person.
The second male lead? Not a good person.
The male lead? Willingly plays the third party, breaking up the female and second male lead’s relationship despite all the warnings from his friends—so yeah, he’s definitely not a good person either.
Basically, nobody in this novel is simple-minded or without scheming.
The female lead starts off as the male lead’s secretary, but don’t worry—later on, she takes over the company while the male lead steps back to support her. He won’t steal her spotlight, overshadow her, or dull her shine.
I love novels where men are out here snatching wigs, tearing each other down, and going to war just to win the female lead’s affection. And this is exactly that kind of novel. Most of Hai Dai Ran’s works have this dynamic. You’ll see the male characters’ emotions being pushed to the absolute extreme.
There’s even a scene where the second male lead exposes the male lead online for being a homewrecker. The brotherhood immediately gangs up on him, dragging him through the mud. I find it compelling —it completely flips reality on its head, where usually, women are the ones fighting over a man and getting torn apart by the sisterhood.
For me, female leads in the novels I read should only struggle in their careers, not in love. But if the brainless romantics in the story are all men? I have zero complaints.
I’ve pretty much read all of Hai Dai Ran’s novels and even translated all of them—her works are just my thing. I’ll slowly upload everything here. One day, when my website is official, I hope I can invite her to join as one of the star authors.
Here’s the story synopsis:
One-line summary: She is his lifelong obsession, to the point where he was willing to be a third wheel, scorned by society, just to wedge his way into her relationship with her fiancé.
Cold-hearted and indifferent female lead + Scheming and subservient CEO male lead
Intro 1:
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
With blood trickling from his clenched fist, Rong Xiu gazed at the woman before him, his eyes clouded with anguish. Hidden in the wardrobe, he had witnessed Fan Xia – the woman he desperately loved – in an intimate embrace with her fiancé. Yet his heart still yearned for her, defying all reason.
Fan Xia, the elegant and composed assistant, carried something mysterious in her eyes whenever she looked at her fiancé, Wen Lan Sheng. Strange occurrences began to surface – secret meetings with the young Gu Jin Yi, an unexplained withdrawal of 5,000 yuan… Then suddenly, her fiancé’s sister, Wen Jing, violently attacked her.
In this matriarchal society, Rong Xiu had risen to become the chairman of a powerful healthcare conglomerate, breaking through gender prejudices. But for the first time, he willingly stepped into the shadows as the other man, disregarding his friends’ warnings to become her secret lover.
Because he had discovered the truth – Fan Xia wasn’t the pure angel everyone believed her to be. And perhaps, he was the only one capable of helping her execute her mysterious plan…
Intro 2:
Rong Xiu’s biggest regret in life was missing out on Fan Xia.
He secretly loved Fan Xia for 7 years.
Watched her go public with her boyfriend.
Watched her kiss her boyfriend at their wedding.
Until that man blissfully nestled in Fan Xia’s arms, obtaining everything he could only dream of.
The crazy jealousy stripped away his hidden secret love, layer by layer, burning like wildfire.
Fan Xia, how can I have you!
【Reading and Trigger Warning Guide】
1. Female dominant, male submissive, male pregnancy
2. Male lead schemes his way to the top, male competition
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