A psychopath woman who is obsessed with the color- blood red, falls in love with a Sociopath, oblivious, that he was already obsessed with her.
She went to South Korea from Italy, thinking some Mafia is messing with her father's business branch the...
Y/N's POV- I wake up opening my eyes on the bed as I remove the bloody quilt from above me. I am surely obsessed with this color, Oh no no! Calling it just color is a big mistake, this color is my love. A devilish smile appears on my face as I look at myself in the mirror. How could I be so mesmerizingly beautiful? Me, wrapped up in blood red, is the prettiest thing anyone would ever see! I love myself so much, one could say I'm obsessed with myself as well. I smile at myself, touching my sharp jawline, as then I run my fingers through my dark sable- wavy long hair, resulting in a beautiful hair-flip. With a satisfied on my face, I walk towards the bathroom. My bathroom is always decorated with red roses. The fragrance of roses makes my smile grow wider.
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After nearly thirty minutes, I am done with my morning routine. I grab my blood red bath-robe as I put it on my moon-like shiny body. I make my way to my room as I pick up a glass of red wine from the table, sipping it up slowly, I start drying my dark hair.
My day doesn't start with water, unlike others, it starts with my favorite drink, Red wine. I continue sipping on my glass as I wear my blood red dress on. Wearing my makeup and giving a final finish as I put on my blood red lip gloss, I wear my heels. "Of course you're pretty, Y/n. You don't even need that makeup." I tell myself, eyeing myself in the mirror. I don't really need makeup but I love the extra shine it adds to my moon face. Taking one last glance at my alluring body, I step out of my room.
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The sound of my heels alarms all the servants working in the corridor as they start bowing to me. I am the only one who wears heels in the whole house. The sound made by my heels is enough to take the shit out of all the servants and guards in this mansion. I love the way they're so afraid of me. I walk towards the dining hall as I smile looking at the two figures sitting in front of me , my parents. They smile back at me as I move towards them. I hug them as they hug me back. I greet them with "Good Morning" as they reply to me, " Good Morning, sweetheart. Did you have a good sleep, sweety." I smile and nod as I say, "Of course I had a good sleep Mom, Dad. But I miss the time when I used to sleep with you both." They chuckle at my statement as they say, "Y/n sweetheart, you are twenty-five, our sweet young lady, still you miss that?"
I nod cheekily as they giggle at my expressions. We start eating up our breakfast as it gets silent, only the sound of spoons and forks against the plate is to be heard. As my father breaks the silence with his words, "So my princess is leaving for South Korea tonight, right? Are your things well packed, sweetheart?" I nod at father as he flashes a proud smile at me. I am leaving to South Korea tonight to deal with some important business of the Mafia Empires who are messing with our company branch of Seoul. My father could not leave Italy so he asked me if I could go and so here I am. I will be staying there for a long time, as I wanted to visit my birth place as well. I am Korean-Italic as my father is Korean and my mother's Italian. But we live in Italy because it is my father's dream place. But I want to stay in South Korea, there is nothing I don't like in there and obviously, nobody denies my decision.
- A/n :- Yep Yep I know chapters are kinda short but I apologise for that, I will update more frequently, Be patient pwease my lovely readers?!! Saranghaeyo❤️ Enjoying? Don't forget to vote and comment!!
