MARRIED TO MY BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER: A DREAM TRAP

My name is Ha So. I’m a free-spirited manga artist who worships the single life. But reality hit hard when my parents started nagging me to get married. Just when I was about to lose my mind, Bui Diem Diem—my ride-or-die best friend—threw me a tempting lifeline.

“My brother is looking for a wife. He’s filthy rich, works little, and is always away on business trips. Most importantly… he has ‘performance issues’ down there. He probably only touches his wife once a year for good luck during Lunar New Year. Marry him! That way, you and I can stay together forever!”

My eyes lit up. A rich husband who is never home and has no sexual demands? Isn’t that every girl’s paradise? I agreed instantly, eagerly entering a political marriage with Bui Da—Diem Diem’s brother. I thought I had found the perfect sanctuary, but it was actually the beginning of a series of “tearful” surprises.

After the wedding, I realized I had been scammed. Bui Da was never “away on business.” On the contrary, he came home exactly on time every day, stayed home 24/7, and strictly controlled my every move. He even coldly kicked my best friend out to claim our private space.

One evening, taking advantage of a rare overtime shift for Bui Da, I dragged Diem Diem to a bar to let loose. Amidst the dim lights and pulsing music, I sipped some liquor and complained about my “weirdo” husband. While tipsy, I spotted a total hunk: sharp black suit, noble aura, broad shoulders, and a slim waist—exactly my type.

“Hey handsome, you alone? Want to grab a drink with me?” I flashed a flirty smile and approached him.

To my horror, Diem Diem turned pale and stammered, “Br-brother? Didn’t you say you were working late?”

The smile froze on my face. The man in front of me smirked meaningfully. “I worked overtime just so you two could come out and have this much fun?”

In my drunken state, Bui Da threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and tossed me into the back of his Rolls-Royce. All the way home, I remained oblivious to the danger, clinging to him and mumbling, “Hey handsome, you look just like my husband… but he’s boring. He has ‘issues’… he never touches me. If he didn’t control me, I’d love him forever because he’s rich…”

Bui Da’s face darkened. He lifted my chin and hissed, “Ha So, look closely. Who am I?”

The moment I looked into those deep, ink-colored eyes, I sobered up instantly. My heart nearly stopped. Once home, he carried me into the bedroom and threw me onto the bed. Terrified, I tried to fake a bathroom emergency to escape, but I ended up running straight into the door. In a panic, I called Diem Diem for help, but that “loyal” friend only said, “Good luck, you’re on your own,” and hung up.

That night, I hid in the bathroom until the lights went out. I thought I was safe, but as I crept back into bed, a pair of large arms suddenly wrapped tightly around me from behind. Bui Da’s deep voice whispered in my ear, “Don’t be afraid. Just holding you.”

The real trouble began the next morning when Co Chan Chan—a famous star and Bui Da’s “childhood sweetheart”—returned to the country. Diem Diem was worried, but I remained indifferent: “If they end up together, that’s fine. I’ll have my freedom back.”

However, Co Chan Chan was not simple. She deliberately appeared with Bui Da at a mall for the paparazzi to catch, sparking rumors of a “revived flame.” Netizens began attacking me, calling me a homewrecker. It culminated at a business gala where Chan Chan played the victim, publicly provoking me.

“Ha So, don’t misunderstand. Bui Da and I are just childhood friends…” she acted her heart out.

Before I could fire back, a hand gripped my waist firmly. Bui Da stood there, announcing coldly, “My wife is not someone who spreads rumors. I trust her 100%.” He forced Chan Chan to apologize to me in front of everyone, leaving her humiliated.

Not stopping there, Chan Chan devised an even filthier plan. She lured me to a bar and staged a scene where a group of “male models” surrounded me to take photos for the tabloids with the headline: “Bui Da’s Wife Is Unfaithful.”

Public opinion exploded. I was shamed by the whole world. That night, Bui Da returned home smelling strongly of alcohol. He pulled me into his arms, his voice filled with hurt and longing: “Ha So, am I not as good as those guys? Check for yourself… I am better than them in every way.”

In the heat of the moment and his passion, all barriers between us crumbled. That night, I realized the rumor about him having “performance issues” was the biggest lie of the century!

The next day, Bui Da took decisive action. He publicly released evidence that Co Chan Chan had staged the entire scandal, causing her career to collapse instantly.

Most shockingly, he posted a viral message: “I fell in love with my wife at first sight a long time ago. It is my blessing to serve her.” He attached photos of us from our high school days.

Confused, I called Diem Diem for the truth. Finally, she confessed: “Remember the senior you saved and gave CPR to in high school? That was my brother. He has loved you and secretly protected you for years. This whole marriage… was his plan to ‘trap’ you all along!”

As it turned out, there were no coincidences. From Diem Diem tricking me into marriage to the rumors about his “weakness” to lower my guard—it was all a perfect script by Bui Da.

I looked at the man walking out of the bathroom with a triumphant smile and thought: It turns out I was the little prey caught in this big bad wolf’s trap from the very beginning. But… this trap doesn’t seem so bad after all.