Han & Co.

“We can’t do this to him Myung, he’s my child too and i’ll be damned if you mix him up with that world.” 

“We have to. Our choice is not whether or not he get’s involved. Our choice is whether or not he dies, you know that.” The faint sound of crying followed his words. Minutes passed by until a word was uttered. 


“He’ll have to take over when I die.”

“And how the hell do you know when you’ll die?”

“I don’t. All we can do is pray that I stay alive until he’s an adult.” The woman takes a seat on the chair in front of her husband. Her features look pale, drained of life. 

“Are you going to train him?” She whispers, looking up with glassy eyes. 

“I have to. His decisions will impact not only him, but all the other children who will take their parent’s place.” 

“How the hell did children get involved in this.” A minute of silence passed before he answered. 

“Because of their parents’ mistakes.”

QVV (Qui Vivra Verra)

“Sung-Ha focus.” A sharp voice brought the young adult out of his trance.

“Sorry Mr. Nam.” The staff sent him a look of sympathy whilst his father simply glared and walked out of the room. Exhaustion was not an excuse his father approved of, whether it was true or not. 

“Sung-Ha. If you’d like to take a break, we’re happy to comply.” The photographer said,  smiling softly. She reminded him of his mother, in a way; Soft features and a kind nature. But life is not a fairy tale and his mother was long gone, freed from this cruel world. He was under the control of his father, with no one to protect him, and so he declined the photographer’s offer. The photoshoot lasted for 2 more hours and at the end of it, Sung-Ha was ready to drop. Father and son were in the car, the tension between them thick. 

“Father, I wanted to talk to you about University.”

“What is there to talk about?” There was a dangerous edge to his voice.

“Is there any way, I would be allowed to study something else?” His father slammed on the breaks, causing Sung-Ha to fly forward, the seatbelt wrenching him back. Father watched as his son wheezed, attempting to get air back into his lungs. 

“Listen to me boy,” slender fingers wrapped around Sung-Ha’s left arm, “You will study Medicine at Yonsei University. Along with that you will continue your acting classes and photoshoots. Understood?” Sung-Ha tried to wrench his arm away but the grip on it only tightened, causing him to gasp in pain. 

“I understand. Please, let me go.” Sung-Ha gingerly touched his arm, wincing at the purple bruise that was beginning to form. 

“Don’t forget to apply some bruise cream at home. We don’t want anyone seeing that tomorrow.”


He ran outside, searching for the one person who’s approval he needed the most. It was difficult to miss her with her red pencil skirt and same color suit jacket, accompanied by two bodyguards. She looked out of place among all the other families, but he didn’t care, immediately launching himself at her. 

“Hae-Il.” She warned, a smile playing on her lips. It would have fooled anyone else, but Hae-Il knew she was only doing it for her reputation. Quickly he got off her. They turned to walk towards the car, her arm wrapped around his shoulders. It would have been a loving gesture if not for the iron grip she had. Once they were safely in the car, shielded from the prying eyes and ears of strangers, she spoke. 

“How many times do I have to tell you. You are not my son. I adopted you for the sole purpose of having an heir, not a son. You do not deserve love, i wish you would finally understand this.” No matter how many times he heard this, it hurt. However, he had already perfected the art of keeping his tears locked away. 

“I apologize Ms. Jeon.” She nodded and took a sip of her alcohol before speaking.

“Anyway, your technique was sloppy today.” This made him wince.

“You may have ranked first in this competition, but you are not the best. And in this world you are either the best or you are a nobody. Do you want to continue being a nobody Hae-Il?”

“No Ma’am.” 

“You will be spending more time with with your martial arts instructors. Along with that I believe it’s time for me to show you how to handle being the CEO of JeonLaw. Forget about going to University. I will teach you all you need to know.” Hae-Il’s eyes widened, a protest threatened to escape him but he knew it was futile. This wasn’t his life anymore.

“You don’t have anything against this, do you Hae-Il?”

“I do not.”


Her screams filled the mansion, begging for them to stop, pleading for them to let her go. But they weren’t the only screams heard in the mansion, mixed with her’s where her nephew’s. 

“No son of mine, will do something as ridiculous as becoming a Violinist.” The woman snarled, digging her knee into her son’s chest. 

“Mom please.” He wheezed, trying to get her off him and his wrist out of her grasp. 

“You are a disgrace to this family and i cannot allow that.” She stood, placing a foot on his forearm and grabbed the heavy sculpture next to her, gifted to her company.

“Mom what are you doing.”

“Hae-Won don’t.” Choked out his aunt, struggling in her brother’s arms. 

“Mom!” He begged, trying to wrench his arm out from under her foot but he was weak, getting thrown into the dining table had done it’s damage. 

“This is for the best.” She muttered before dropping the vase on her son’s wrist, quickly removing her foot so it wouldn’t receive any damage. A blood-curdling scream sounded throughout the mansion, causing the maids to wince in their quarters. 

“Haven’t you done enough?” Sobbed his aunt as she realized Hae-Won was harshly grabbing her son’s other hand. 

“This should teach you, not to go against your parents.” She ignored the screams coming from her son and her sister-in-law. Instead, she used her hand to quickly bend back two of her son’s fingers, effectively breaking them in the process. 

“We’ll go to the hospital in the morning. Release her.” Said Hae-Won, standing up and directing her attention to her sister-in-law, who immediately ran to her nephew and lifted the sculpture off his arm. She choked on her tears and kissed his forehead. Her words fell upon deaf ears while she cradled him, hoping to somehow ease his pain. 

“I’m so sorry.”

An Hotels & Resorts

“What the fuck Hyun-Shik.” His wife was seething, but deep down he knew she was just afraid. She loved her child dearly, just like him. 

“I don’t know what to tell you. No one was supposed to know we we’re going out.” He sighed, the bottle of whiskey trapped in a death grip in his hand.

“What are we going to do? Your son was just held hostage and your brother died all because people wanted you dead.” His wife exhaled sharply, her fury conveyed through her eyes.

“Listen to me. I refuse to let you die until Young-Jae is old enough to handle all of this.” She leaned over the desk and forced her husband to look at her. 

“I don’t care what you have to do but you are going to prepare our son to face the mess you got him into.” She hissed. 

“I will. Now go check on him.” Hyun-shik waved his wife away, making sure to plant a quick kiss on her cheek first. She shook her head and closed the door behind her. 

“Young-Jae?” She called, hoping to find him in his room. She stopped walking once she heard muffled noises from his room. After carefully walking closer, the noises turned into loud sobs. Peeking through the gap on the door, she saw her son laying curled up on the bed, facing the wall away from her. 

“Oh baby.” She laid down on the bed, enveloping Young-Jae in a warm hug.

“It’s a harsh world out there my dear.”

Seong Agency

‘Again.’ It was the only word repeating through his mind. Maybe someday if he was good enough, his father would finally notice him. He attempted to execute the move once more, only to land wrong on his foot and go down. 

“Damn it!” He yelled, clutching at his ankle. 

“Ji-Hwan!” His maid immediately rushed over to help him. After careful examination she concluded it was only bruised and would heal in about a week. A couple of minutes passed in silence until the maid spoke up, 

“Ji-Hwan, you have acting classes with your father today.” His breath caught in his throat. 

“Is there some way for me to get out of them?” The maid shook her head and lead him over to the room used for his acting classes. 

“I hope your lying has gotten better Mr. Seong.” Spoke his teacher, gesturing for Ji-hwan to sit down at the table. No one asked why he was limping, he guessed it didn’t even cross his father’s mind to be concerned. The room had been set up to look almost like an interrogation room. The ‘game’, as his teacher called it, was for Ji-Hwan to keep as much of his identity hidden as possible. Half an hour passed until his father ordered for a break, courtesy of the maid’s convincing. 

“Ji-Hwan, you must keep your tells under control.” His father’s voice caused an involuntary shiver to run down the young boy’s back. 

“I will not have you be anymore of a failure than you already are, do you understand me?” Ji-Hwan dropped his head into his hands and muttered out the only two words his father ever wanted to hear.

“Yes father.”

Ji Electronics

“Shit.” Ye-Rin banged her fists on the steering wheel. It was a spur of the moment thing, she just had to get away. Now she was sobering up and she realized just how vulnerable she had left her sister. 

“I can’t leave her. I can’t leave her. They’re going to kill her if i’m not there.” Ye-rin drove back, not caring about the speed limit. She knew she’d have to face the consequences of her actions but at that moment all she cared about was her sister. Fifteen minutes later the bang of the door opening resonated through the mansion. 

“Oh look at that, she came back.” Sneered her mother. The person who she used to love. The person who made her pancakes when she was feeling blue. But that person was no more and in front of her stood a shell of a person.

“Forgot your sister?” Asked her step-father, shoving Hyun-a forward. 

“I’m sorry Hyun-A. I screwed up, they didn’t hurt you did they?” Ye-Rin quickly examined her sister, breathing a sigh of relief when she realized Hyun-A was unharmed.

“I’ll drop off Hyun-a at her room and will head to the maid’s quarters then.” 

“That’s a good girl.” Smiled her step-father, but it was more a sour smile than a sweet one. Once the two girls were out of ear shot, he turned towards his wife. 

“I don’t understand why I need to hand down everything to her. She is not my daughter.” His wife shot a venomous look towards him. 

“Would you want our real daughters to be thrown into a world that guarantees their death?” 

“These two are rebels. I do not want everything we’ve worked for to go to shit.”

“They’re not that stupid. They wouldn’t defy the wishes of the president.”


“I don’t understand why you won’t let me take them Mi-Young.” Hyun-A could hear how hoarse her father’s voice was through the door.

“I need them. This business marriage I got thrown into, my reason for taking our daughters with me, all of this, it’s bigger than you and me.” The young girl winced, hearing her mother’s emotionless voice. 

“Your marriage partner has two daughters, involve them.” Her father growled. The sound of skin hitting skin reached Hyun-A’s ears and she winced, imagining the red mark her mother had left. 

“The president has issued the command and I must follow his orders. Understand this. Now leave.” A choked sob escaped Hyun-A as her father walked out of the study. 

“Hyun-A.” He took a step back, surprised, “you shouldn’t be here.” She threw herself at him, the tears flowing freely now. 

“Take me with you.” Her eyes searched his for some sort of agreement, but found none. 

“I’m sorry baby. I wish you hadn’t been born in this world. I wish you’d have a beautiful family. I wish your future wouldn’t be planned out for you. If I try and take you with me, your mother will punish you.” His arms wrapped around her protectively, as if knowing this hug would be their last. 

“I have something for you.” He took his favorite gold ring off his finger and slipped it on Hyun-A’s slender one, “This is for you to remember that I will always love you, even when i’m not here.” She touched the engraving’s on it, the names of his daughters, his lover, and him. 

“I need you to do something for me. Keep your sister safe. Your lives will be difficult so trust no one but each other. I love you Hyun-A.”

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