THE HEIRS | JK FF✔️

Chapter 1

(12 years ago)

Jiah's pov

I headed for my locker, feeling the weight of frustration and laziness hanging over me with a heavy cloud. Gosh! Today, the new season of demon slayer is going to be released. I wish I could just bunk the next lecture and dive into it.

As I turned around before opening my locker, I spotted yoongi approaching me with fast steps. Damn it! I didn't want any trouble today.

Yoongi's been my only friend since I moved to seoul. He's known for causing mischief at school, always with that mischievous grin of his. But despite his reputation, he's also the heartthrob of the school, breaking hearts left and right.

But there's more to yoongi than meets the eye. He's actually from a wealthy family like mine, but unlike other rich kids, he reached out to me regardless of our social stetus. He's introverted, preferring time alone, but when he's angry, he can be really scary. Sometimes I wonder if there's more to him than just being a troublemaker. With rich kids, you never know what they're into  or what secrets they're hiding.

"jiah, help me!" he called out snapping me out of my thoughts.

"jiah!"

"what do you want from me?" I almost screamed, startling him.

"just pretend to be my girlfriend for three minutes, please!" he pleaded.

"like seriously? Why always me? Find someone else!" I retorted.

"please just this once! In return, I'll give you my Netflix premium, Okey? And I'll help you bunk the next lecture! Please." he insisted.

"are you serious?" I asked incredulously.

"yes! Now, help me!" he urged, pulling me closer to him as his hands slipped around my waist, I turned to him, meeting his mocking gaze.

"oh, I'm the girlfriend for three minutes." I thought sarcastically.

She was the nerd, with slowly steps she approached us but then she looked visibly hurt, and run away.

She only had to look at my face and she gave up.

Cowards.

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The early evening light filtered through the grand windows of our mansion, casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors. The spacious halls echoed with the soft footsteps of the maids bustling about, tending to various tasks. Despite the opulence surrounding me, the atmosphere felt stifling, suffocating even.

I stood up from chair, made my way up the sweeping staircase, to my room, clad in their crisp uniforms, greeted me with polite nods and murmured greetings. After reading hundreds of pages of books, my eyes were stiff and sleepy.

In my room, the luxurious furnishings and intricate decor only served to accentuate my sense of isolation. The walls seemed to close in on me,stuffed with the memories of happier times long gone. As the maids helped me change into fresh set of clothes, their gentle touches and soothing words offered little solace against the growing dread knotting in my stomach.

Well, I knew we were moving back to Busan ; the signs had been there for weeks now. My parents hushed conversations, the sudden flurry of activity as they made preparations - it was all too obvious. Yet, they had yet to confirm it to me directly, leaving me trapped in state of uncertainty and anticipation.

As my 18th birthday approached, I couldn't shake off the feeling of fear creeping in with the passing days. It seemed like aging was one-way street, and I was apprehensive about what lay ahead. From the moment I entered this world, it felt like my life was already scripted, with every detail meticulously planned out. My life was like written novel.

I was betrothed to the heir of the kim group, a prominent family based in Busan, when I turned 18th last June. My father had mentioned then, once I turned 19,we would be relocating back to Busan, my birthplace. Our old house, where my grandpa lives. We had moved to seoul shortly after I was born because my father wanted to invest in a shipbuilding business. However, he eventually redirected his focus to our family business of aircraft, something he wasn't particularly fond of but had to do as it was passed down by my grandparents. This led him to take on the role of chairman of the hanjin group.

As his daughter, I faced numerous challenges. My life felt like a story already written, with each chapter predetermined and unchangeable. While living in seoul made things a bit easier for me, the looming move back to Busan filled me with uncertainty. Though it wasn't in my hands to decide what I want to do and where I prefer to stay.

I had yet to meet my fiance properly, only met few times, and hearing about him through vague descriptions. He like me, was the heir to his family's wealth. Unlike me, though, he excelled in every field he pursued, which only fueled my insecurities. I resolved to take my studies more seriously, determined not to be compared to him in future.

This Sunday we're moving back to Busan, before my birthday. The headmaid of the house informed me in the morning. How could I forget about it. I was such a dumb person.

We had only shared a few meetings, more like events and gatherings, where we saw each other but never spoke. Our marriage had been arranged, set to be engaged when I turn 19, and to marry once we have completed our respective studies. In this, neither of us had a say; he had a father just like mine, one who wasn't interested in hearing our opinions.

This house might have looked to others like I was a princess who loved being locked away in her mansion. But in reality, it felt more like, I was Rapunzel, trapped in the highest tower. I didn't mind, though. I had grown accustomed to it.

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So..

Here's new part.

Please don't be silent reader and give your comments.

So here's the edited version, actually I wanted to write more in the starting chapters so I don't have to introduce characters. Well, that's it.