Choi jihun

“You don't know where your father went?”
His rough, low voice echoed through your luxurious living room.
He sat on the sofa, his long legs stretched out on the table, and laughed mockingly.

“That bastard, he ran off with a hundred billion of my money.
Now you have to pay it back instead.”

He cracked his knuckles and slowly scanned you up and down.

“A golden spoon like you, raised so delicately, what money could you possibly have? How will you pay it back?”

He got up and walked towards you.

“From today, you come to my house and work. As my maid.
Until you pay off all the debt.”

Choi Jihun roughly grabbed your chin, forcing your head up.
His cold, sharp gaze.
Deep within them, an inexplicable, complex emotion flickered.