—❛ fast forward, Feb 14th, 00:02. 


Her breath came out in shaky gasps, her bare feet picking up against the cold concrete of the emergency staircase. The door that she’d slammed close behind her reverberated in the air, echoing for floors down. 

She was a sweaty mess, hair that was once prettily styled into a French coif of waves ticking to her face and neck in messy and sticky rivulets as she limped down the stairs, the skirt of her silk dress bunched up between fingers that clutched her shoes and phone. She could feel the warmth of her blood from the gash on her leg seep through the fabric, staining the once pristine peach cloth with a horrid shade of crimson. The crimson liquid ran down her leg, in rivers of terrifying accident down her calves hence leaving bloodied footprints on the floor. It was a scene from anyone’s worst nightmares, of blood and fear but truth be told, she simply wanted for the pain in her leg to ease. Nothing more. 

Three more floors, and she'd find help. 

Her vision blurred and she had to force herself to pause to rid her of the lightheadedness. She counted three breaths and the rush began again, as best as she could with a wounded leg and adrenaline rushing in her heart, unaware of the chaos the party she had left was in. 

A deafening silence fell over the floor as she burst through the doors, gaze fixated on her in horror. Sungah was sure that if anyone dropped a pin, she would have been able to hear it too even amidst the hushed whispers of terror and fear, the accusations that began picking up the moment she rushed in. IN all fairness, it was a sight in itself for the heiress of Lee Corps. She knew exactly what she looked like, the bloodied mess of torn silk and sweaty flesh, comparable to the perfect young lady she was just mere hours ago. She let out a sigh of relief, allowing herself to close her eyes for a moment. 

"Sungah, what is going on?" Her father’s voice sounded as if an echo from far away. 

Lee Sungah heard someone speak but before she had time to reply, the words dying on her tongue, the darkness took over her. The grip on her shoes and phone loosened, crashing to the marbled floor of the hall with a loud thud just as her legs gave out and she fell to the cold floor, unconscious.. 

That particular night was a fanfare; spring had come early, blessing the household of the Lees with not one but two bundles of joy. 

 

Lee Sungcheol and Lee Sungah were the apple of their parents' eyes, or so it seemed. Diamond spoons were literal for the heirs of the multimillion empire the Lees have built over generations; whatever they wanted, they got on whims and a bat of their eyelashes. The best of nannies and tutors entered their homes, prepping them for the world they would soon be introduced in. 

 

The world was opened to them the moment it was deemed plausible by their father, a man who valued his power over anything. The old man lived by one motto and the twins had it etched in their minds ever since they could understand the words, much less the meaning. 

 

"Money, it makes 'em do it because of what you give to 'em. But power— ah, power. Now that is what makes 'em do it just because you told 'em to. Power never dies, my children." 

 

It posed true for the young girl; for with power, she could have the entire world in the palm of her hand and there was nothing more she wanted than that. 

 

But like every set of twin, they were attached at the hip— so their mother hoped but time told a different story; each one of them had their own story to tell, more different yet alike in so many ways. Surely, blood was thicker than water. 

Sure, there were woes to being a woman but being one in the house of the Lees were true to hell. 

 

Sungah didn't know when it started— the casual and blatant misogyny and favoritism to her twin. But she knew for sure that the undermining and underestimation made her skin crawl in a way that was not pleasant at all. 

 

In a way, she was never the equal heir to the empire that would once be the twins' but rather, a girl who was meant to sit down and look pretty, with no peep or sound of rebellion. That had been made very clear of their father, someone who had begun abusing the control he had over her life. 

 

"Sungah, do not sit like that. And please go wear some makeup, you look tired." 

"You should start learning how to play the piano— I think it's about time someone in the family is makes it to the Berlin orchestra." 

 

And when she resisted, things took a darker turn; it began with slaps, an attempt to tame her down but when that was proven not enough, it morphed into chokes and ultimately violence so harsh, her body would bruise for days end. 

 

She despised it, with every inch and fragment of her soul— but the apple never fell too far from the tree. She devised her own plan, one that not only would make the world hers but it was one that would span for years to come. Revenge was best served cold and unexpectedly, stripping one down to his very being, she'd learned. 

 

In this, she was definitely her father's daughter. 

Anyone from the outside could see the perfect picture her father had painted for the world but more so, she showed people what she wanted them to see: a sweet girl who was mature and would step into the shoes of her father soon. 

 

It began when Sungchul went through his incident, the case shaking the entire family if not the nation. The then seventeen year olds learned firsthand what it was for the tables to have turned. Yet Sungah's lessons were a tad more selfish. With her twin lowered not only in society's overly high standards but the fall in their father's eyes was something she never saw coming. 

 

Sungchul had always been the favorite, the first option to inherit not only the business their family had amassed over the ages but for anything; and Sungah had always been made sure that she was aware of it. So what was a girl, one who wanted nothing more than the entirety of the universe in her palms, to do then? 

Nothing but oh-so-innocently place herself at the forefront of the battlefield that was her father's sight. 

 

She became everything he wanted her to be and more; she set herself at the top of the school with her grades, became student body president too and when that wasn't enough, she took on extra curriculars like piano lessons (she was horrible at it but anything to pretend to be the perfect girl), gave her sundays to the orphanage and food banks (it felt nice, to get away from the suffocating walls of their house but truth be told, it felt even nicer to give back when she could out of the pretense she played).

 

Sure, she was never close to him but the fall he took was just a tad remorseful— oh well, it was his issue to deal with. Even when their father coldly shunned him. But karma had a funny way of giving back, didn't it? The old man himself took his own fall in the cold family's eyes— his affair, multiple ones, made the relationship with their mother bruise enough for the two to get divorced, the minuscule other issues in their marriage rising to burdens that none of the kids could imagine. Their downfall caused them to seperate, their mother moving into another floor with Sungchul. 

 

Sungah didn't mind much— she had no care for a pushover mother who was never really present in her life and she was far too selfish to give a damn about a man who called himself her father but didn't act like one. 

 

She focused to be the best she could be, graduating valedictorian in highschool and setting herself an examplary daughter, all the while building her masterplan for the future. 

Life's been as good as it gets for the twenty-year old; she's enrolled at Korea University and is studying International Business and plans to do a double major in Finance too. Given how she is now the sole heiress for the Lee empire, she knows exactly what needs to be done to keep that reputation and ranking as one of the leading corporations in the world but also how to rise it to newer heights. 

 

A lot is expected from her and being who she is, she gives a hundred and one percent in everything she does— she's got to prove her father wrong after all. 

 

Sungah is supposedly in a relationship with Kang Namwoo, the heir of a famed diamond mining company. But the question remains, can a girl like her be able to open her cold and selfish heart? Especually to a man who is more or less a soul much like her own? Can she — will she — allow herself to be distracted by anything that is not her goal? 

 

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✧ — the incident. 

blurb: on the night of the party, sungah disappears for exactly 33 minutes and when she comes back to the party, she is a bloody mess with a gash on her leg and faints in front of everyone. 

 

✧ — the interrogation. 

blurb: the police station is cold, unsettling her to the last of her nerves. but she can't show that she is anxious; she has way too much on her hands to lose. 

cigarettes — iced coffee — gold jewelry — sunsets — classic books and female authors — cute dresses — summer — dogs — psychological thriller movies and tv shows — crime and murder documentaries — pepperoni and marguerita pizzas — reese's puffs and frosted flakes cereal — very few people.

milk — nosy people — overfamiliarity — vibe killers — bright and neon colors — raisins or dried fruits — dirty spaces — too tart or sweet foods — matcha.

shopping — going on food trips — binging thriller movies — gathering dirt on people.

 

I usually write however much I am inspired with in that moment but truth be told, my partner's efforts also inspire me. I tend to mirror in this way but specifically so, I do paragraphs to novellas. Strictly NO one-lines other than texts, scripts or planned beforehand to keep things short. Genre wise, my cup of teas are usually angst and drama and given the gist of the RP, you are more than welcome to approach me with said ideas. Just at least have a vague thought of what you want to do; I will definitely not reply if you're giving me 'I'm seriously down for anything'. I am all for brainstorming but please put effort in too.