The Heirs

Chapter One - Do You Want To Build A Snowman

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PLS ALSO TRY GUNS AND CAKES STARRING JUNGKOOK AND IU

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Chapter One

Isabelle Lee's Point of View

It's a Monday evening and I am here at the Kim's mansion having English classes with Peter. We're at this huge study room, over a hundred rooms, with our tutor, Mister Shin. The room is well lit with three elegant chandeliers hung up at the ceiling and it feels very comforting and warm that you wouldn't bother going out for it is snowing and absolutely cold outdoor.

Peter and I are having writing drills wherein we have to translate the given Korean word to English and here I am finding myself staring at the beautiful guy in front of me.

How could someone be so handsome and hot at the same time? I wonder as I watch him.

He has been my crush for as long as I can remember and I just kept it all to myself. You see, I lived most of my life with two boys, Peter and Mateo, doing nothing but to study and strengthen our skills. We were home schooled until we had to go to college, but then most of the friends I have formed aren't really true friends. I feel like they're befriending me because I'm wealthy and I came from a well-known family, except for one.

Her name's Daniella, a keen, striking lady, but the problem with her is that we are both interested with Peter. It's not a coincidence, every girl who ever sees and meets Peter falls for him.

It actually doesn't really matter to me if I keep it to myself. I choose to love him in silence, wherein no one is aware of my feelings for him because in silence I find no rejection, and in silence no one owns him but me.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." Peter, out of the blue, says as he answers the drill which immediately brings me back to reality and makes my cheeks flush, but I was able to manage by instantly averting my eyes and start looking at the closest thing to him.

"Excuse me? I am not looking at you, I'm looking at the fireplace." I justify and then catch up with the barely answered sheet.

"I never said you were looking at me, Tinker Bell." He replies as he stops writing. He looks at me without moving his head, his eyes and smirk challenging and provoking me, but before I could jump over and wrestle him like I usually do when he annoys me, the door with carved ethnic designs swings slightly open.

"Are you finished with the drill, Mister Kim and Miss Lee?" Mister Shin questions in English, his head popped out behind the door and then gradually enter the room with his hands at the back in his typical stern look.

"Yes, Mister Shin. I accomplished everything." Peter answers in English with a fluent accent which makes me roll my eyes and mimic what he just said which Mister Shin notices.

Omo. (It's OMG in English)

As soon as all eyes are on me with Mister Shin's left eyebrow raised up, waiting for my response and with Peter staring at me, simpering, I, by instincts look down to my paper and realize I haven't answered ten numbers.

I am doomed.

"Uhhh -"

"One minute, Miss Lee. I'll give you one minute to complete and finalize the drill." Mister Shin orders as he collects Peter's paper, cutting me off and he seems dissatisfied.

Now I could feel my heart pounding hard and feel cold sweats strolling down my forehead due to the pressure my English tutor is asserting.

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