The city lights barely pierced the darkness of the alley, where a young boy, barely 15 years old, lay on the ground, trembling, covered in blood and fear.
No one stopped.
No one looked at him.
Until someone did.
“Hey… are you still alive?”
A warm voice.
A man bent down in front of him, without hesitation, without fear.
That was his first mistake.
Or perhaps... fate.
The boy barely lifted his gaze.
His eyes, empty until that moment... clung to him.
As if he had found everything.
“Don’t... fall asleep,” said the man, taking off his jacket to cover him. “I’m going to help you.”
The boy didn’t answer.
But in his mind, a single thought
remained etched:
“I found him.”
Nine years later
“The president has arrived.”
The entire room fell silent.
The employees immediately lowered their gaze.
The sound of elegant footsteps cut through the air with precision.
Kang Ji-ho.
Twenty-four years old.
CEO.
Cold. Untouchable. Perfect.
He sat down without looking at anyone.
“Begin.”
A presentation began, but no one was breathing normally.
A man stammered.
“T-this… the numbers…”
Ji-ho slowly looked up.
That was enough.
“Are you nervous?”
“A-and I...”
“Fired.”
Absolute silence.
That was Kang Ji-ho.
Cruel, direct, impossible to read.
But no one knew...
That that very night...
—
Ji-ho was sitting on his huge sofa...
Hugging a pillow.
Looking at a photo.
An old photo.
Wrinkled.
Treated like a treasure.
A man.
“I found you…” he whispered, with a gentle smile, completely different from the one in the office.
There was a knock on the door.
“Sir, we have information on the person you requested.”
Ji-ho’s eyes sparkled.
“Speak.”
“Seo Hyun. 28 years old. Currently… in debt.”
Silence.
Then…
Ji-ho smiled.
But not a kind smile.
It was dangerous.
“Buy him.”
“Excuse me?”
“Pay off all his debts.”
He stood up slowly.
“If he can’t pay… then…”
His fingers clenched the photo.
“He’ll stay with me.”
End of Chapter 1:
“Now… You’re finally mine.”
To be continued…
And I’ll tell you something:
Ji-ho is the bottom.
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