Preface

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Vernon was everything Seungkwan could ever want, he was his perfect complement, his complex personality was capable of distracting him from the turbulent world. That distracted boy who worked part-time at the Yosein university cafe had him saved from his own darkness. 

Hansol Vernon Chwe was beautiful, he was someone to be treasured, he was quirky and that made him the hardest gem to find. Vernon was only a student when his father's debts were thrown onto the shoulders of his small family, this being the moment where Seungkwan appeared in that story.



Mingyu and Wonwoo have always been there for each other, many said that they seemed to be attached at the hips, their typical closeness seemed to have become the center of Mina's new girlfriend's obsession, or as Wonwoo loved to call him Mingyu's pleasure doll.

Always modest and correct, with sharp phrases and a look possessed by scrutiny, this is how everyone saw Wonwoo, the head of the C.A.R.A.T laboratory, an organization founded by Choi and Yoon, without knowing that every night the young man wearing glasses. He became the owner of the thoughts of none other than Kim Mingyu.



Seungcheol had always been there for Jihoon, as much as Woozi was there for Coups, both had walked hand in hand through the merciless paths of the streets of Busan. Seungcheol, a 3rd generation Chaebol, did not know until a few years ago about the business his parents ran, having to take the reins of this when in a tragic car accident the Choi couple died, being exposed naked to that new world that was eagerly waiting to see him stumble


It was Jihoon, who guided him along those paths like a deity to a faithful believer, it was Jihoon who put aside everything he once was to become the strategist of M.A.E.S.T.R.O, leaving the dusty piano at the Lee home forgotten. 

That's why no one could blame Seungcheol when he crossed the lines and went too far because of an unknown feeling that only Jihoon could cause.



Minghao couldn't stand that, he couldn't stand seeing how it was just one more of the conquests of the great Chinese businessman. He still couldn't erase from his mind how Junhui received him naked in her bed surrounded by her other partners. He was delusional to believe that that damn handsome man loved him. They were empty words, insipid flattery, they were lies decorated with velvet.


He fled to Korea for a change of scenery, also to help his old friend Jeonghan who at that time needed him in the power war that was developing. Minghao might seem like an innocent young man, but very few knew that there was a dark secret beyond its cute appearance.


Yoon Jeonghan was always a problem, even for his brothers who did everything to get him out of the will of the matriarch of the Yoon family, who had a certain predilection for the young man, Grandma Yoon, sweet and bloodthirsty lady, was the only one who saw goodness in Jeonghan, while His father only saw a hindrance in him.

Who would tell him that his older brother would murder his own parents in order to get the riches ahead of time? It was there that he became Cheonsa, an angel of death, he was ruthless and did not hesitate to press the trigger, where his only refuge was his mother's rose garden.

In the cold winter that hit his heart, a purple rose bloomed, the exchange student that Mrs. Yoon would welcome into her home would be. Jisoo, so beautiful, innocent and mischievous, would perhaps be the only one to destroy that icy armor in which Jeonghan took refuge, becoming the companion he so needed.

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