Sohla Kim has everything you could want in life. Born rich and smart to a family that has status, money, and power while dominating the investment world.
A pre-set betrothment to her childhood best friend, Jyeon Park. The handsome, equally wealthy, and smart future heir of OLO, their joint family company. An unbreakable bond between two families, a future that looks bright and rosy.
Only the perfect picture is only that, and ten years on, alone, holding her head above water in a loveless marriage laced with tragedy, her entire world is turned upside down.
Everything she thought she had and knew comes crashing down one fateful night. New waters, new faces, and a denial of the past will bring her back full circle to really question everything she was born for.
Was it always about money?
Was she always a tool to elevate Jyeon to higher levels?
Did none of them really love her?
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"Jyeon, take her hand." Jyeon's mother picks up his hand by the wrist and forces it into mine, stopping me from venturing into the open doorway of the ballroom, where she's standing guard for our arrival. I squirm, hating that we are constantly forced to interact this way, pushed together, and made to act like young sweethearts. My face flushes with heat, and I chew on my inner lip.
"Yes, mother." Jyeon does as he's told, his blank tone and non-reaction, sliding my tiny hand into his and holding it loosely. His noticeable coldness in his manner, like always, since we got into our young teen years, and my heart sinks. His skin contact and warmth don't remove the chill from the air between us, and I look away from him, gazing at my feet in downhearted depression. I cannot remember the last time he looked upon me affectionately or gave me any kindness, even though I've known him since I was born.
"Sohla, lift your chin, smile. You two look beautiful together, as always." She chirps at us, tweaking his bow tie and smoothing his lapels before turning to me and fixing a strand of my hair.
"Yes, mother." I do as I'm told, lifting my face to meet Jyeon's mother's eyes on mine. Calling her the title she prefers, given that I will be her daughter-in-law someday. I try to correct my posture and stand tall because I know she hates my slouching. She's stern as a mother figure and doesn't tolerate slackness.
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French
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Romain Egio
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Jose Manuel Limpias
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Author review: seems great |
