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2013: Cho Soojin is 21.
IN THE THREE TEARS SINCE ME AND INHA MEETING TAEO, and delving into our plan of destruction, I've morphed into a woman unrecognizable from the one of the past. Gone are the traces of innocence, replaced by a shrewd manipulator, cunningly adept at using every tool at her disposal to attain her ambitions.
My transformation is not just external; it's a manifestation of the inner machinations of a sociopathic mind. Every decision, and every action, is calculated to further my ascent to power. I have mastered the art of manipulation, weaving a complex web of deceit to entangle those who dare stand in my way. Morality is but a distant memory, a hindrance to the grandeur of my vision.
Entering Korea University was a strategic move, a step towards refining the tools of my trade. The dual major in Psychology and Law was no coincidence; it was a calculated choice to wield the power of the mind and the law to my advantage. Psychology grants me insight into the vulnerabilities of human nature, while Law equips me with the means to exploit them. Together, they form the pillars upon which my plan for the downfall of my brother and stepmother is built.
Yet, my power extends beyond mere intellect and cunning. With my seductive allure and curvaceous figure, I am capable of bending men to my will with but a glance. My beauty is a weapon, a tool to be wielded in the pursuit of my goals. And as I gaze upon those who dare oppose me, I know that they are already ensnared in my trap, powerless to resist the allure of my charms.
In the end, I am Cho Soojin, a force to be reckoned with, driven by an insatiable hunger for power and control. And as I navigate the treacherous waters of intrigue and deception, I do so with the knowledge that victory is inevitable. For I am the architect of my own destiny, and no one shall stand in my way.
As I stepped into Soobin's office, the air thick with tension, his disdainful gaze bore into mine with unbridled hostility. "What do you want, Soojin?" he spat, his tone dripping with contempt.
But I refused to allow his arrogance to intimidate me. "I want what's rightfully mine," I declared, my voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "I want the respect and recognition that I deserve."
His mocking laughter grated on my nerves, fueling the fire of indignation burning within me. "Respect?" he scoffed, his words a cruel reminder of his disdain for me. "You, Soojin? You're nothing but a disgrace to this family. A mere pawn in the schemes of that bastard, Kang Inha."
