Meet Lalisa Manoban, known to the world as LISA, a top supermodel with a deep dislike for men who cross the line.
But everything changes when she meets a mysterious man-one who carries an air of danger and power. She has no idea that this encounte...
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The past few days had drained every last bit of energy from me. My father was buried, my mother remained as cold as ever, and I was standing in a country that no longer felt like home.
I sat on the edge of the bed in Jennie's guestroom, staring at the phone screen. A video call was already ringing, and after a few beeps, Jungin's small, sleepy face appeared.
"Mommy!" His voice held a hint of drowsiness, but his grin was instant.
"Hey, sweetheart," I softened, my entire body relaxing just at the sight of him. "Did you eat dinner?"
"Yes! Grandma made me spaghetti!" he exclaimed, referring to Mrs. Foster. "And Grandpa let me watch cartoons after!"
I bite my lip, warmth spreading through my chest. Mr. and Mrs. Foster-our elderly neighbors-have been like grandparents to Jungin. They took care of him whenever I was busy and treated him as if he were their own.
I smiled. "You're having too much fun without me, aren't you?"
Jungin giggled, shaking his head. "Nooo! I miss you, Mommy. But I understand you have to be there."
My heart clenched. He was only four, yet he spoke with the maturity of someone much older.
"I'll be home tomorrow," I promised.
His eyes lit up. "Really? Yay!"
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Now, get some sleep, okay? Be good for Mr. and Mrs. Foster."
"Yes, Mommy! Love you!"
"Love you too, baby."
The call ended, and I let out a slow breath, gripping the phone tightly.
"Jungin's really mature for his age," Jennie commented from the doorway, holding two glasses of wine.
I chuckled. "Too mature. Sometimes I wish he'd act more like a normal kid."
Jennie sat beside me, handing me a glass. "That's because you raised him well."
I clinked my glass against hers. "Cheers to that."
We drank in silence before Jennie set her glass down. "You sure you don't want to stay longer?"
I shook my head. "I don't belong here anymore."
Jennie sighed. "Lisa..."
"I already made up my mind." I exhaled, rubbing my temples. "I need to get back to my life. To my son. I came here, I did my duty as a daughter-now I'm done."
Jennie hesitated but nodded. "Alright. But before you leave... there's one thing we need to do."
I raised a brow. "And what's that?"
Jennie grabbed her phone and pulled up a search engine. "Let's find Jungkook."
