Everything Kim Y/N has ever been told about her past is a lie. Her father lied. Her husband lied. But like all secrets...they come out. Not only is her mother, Shin-hye, alive but she won't stop until she tears down everything Taehyung and Y/N have...
My father shook his head as he poured himself a glass of brandy. "That's because every other candidate was an idiot."
"Or not rich enough to out-campaign" Namjoon added.
"All of that is true, yes," Mina, said as she walked around the couch, and stopped right behind Jisoo's chair. "The people do love you, the problem is her royal highness here."
"I haven't done anything." Jisoo glared at her.
Y/N and I had been trying our best to stay out of this. The less we were involved during the election, the less likely people would question any favors that came our way. Sadly, the Kims of Daniel's family were a bunch of political morons who had no idea how to work the system. I would have been surprised if they even knew where the goddamn republic was. It was the reason why I had personally hired Mina Sung; a third generation Korean-American, with an IQ almost as high as mine. I fought her for the top of the class while at SNU. She was a political animal who would do anything to win. She was short, with thin-rimmed glasses, and silky brown hair that was always pulled into a bun.
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I couldn't dismiss anyone who knew how to get their job done. For the last six months, she had all but sold her soul to destroy any candidate that stood in her way. Y/N and I called her our little pit bull.
"That's the problem." I sighed. I did not have time for this stupidity. "The people think you're cold and heartless, with a rich husband, and a powerful daddy. They dislike you and will continue to dislike you until you stop showing them who you really are and start being who they want you to be."
"I couldn't have said it any better myself," Mina said as she adjusted her glasses, "The people aren't just picking a President, they're picking a first family. They like your father, they like your mother, but you're the black sheep who needs to be dyed white."
"Fine," Y/N said, speaking up. "I will handle Jisoo. Just keep working on everyone else."
"You?" Jin questioned worriedly, but with a hint of amusement.
"Yes, me," she snapped as she sat up. "The woman the public loves. The woman who bats her eyelashes at the cameras, who accepts stupid balloon crowns from annoying-ass clowns, and donates shitloads of money to so many kids that they want to name a fucking school library after me. I know how to act in public. Your wife, on the other hand, needs a few lessons. You should be glad I haven't thrown her off the bridge for the pity vote."
"You wouldn't." Mrs. Kim's blue eyes widened as she stood up quickly. Standing next to her daughter they looked eerie similar, the only difference being Mrs. Kim's wrinkled skin and shoulder length gray-blonde hair.
