Heirs to The Thrones

Epilogue

WARNING: MENTIONS OF MATURE CONTENT. But nothing graphic, though.

"I really don't get this" Sooyoung retorted out loud.

Sungjae didn't lift his head from his phone. He was checking his emails, but he answered, "Just because you don't understand something, it doesn't mean it's wrong."

"Hem."

Sungjae chuckled at her and began replying his emails. Basically, his replies were, "Good, proceed", "I need the details on the winter promotion program. Make sure I'll get it tomorrow" or, "Too many loopholes. They're trying to bring us down. Reject everything."

All replies were to his secretary.

"All my memories of you from high school were of how much you hated me."

"I didn't hate you. I just wanted to always win against you, there's a huge difference in that."

"Are you saying that between trying to beat me as the smartest in our year—"

"Which I did, three times."

"I was the smartest three times as well. We were even, don't you think I forgot."

"I was valedictorian."

"Oxford accepted me first."

Sungjae smiled at that, "Right. You were saying?"

"I was saying, if you said you liked me since high school, you hid it really well."

He shrugged.

"I wasn't supposed to like you."

"So that's not a serious feeling."

"What gave you the idea I wasn't seriously liking you?"

"You always have girlfriends, Yook Sungjae."

"And you were always with that stupid Park Chanyeol, Park Sooyoung."

"He's not stupid. He's a surgeon."

"He's a second son. I'm the only son in my family."

"And then you got engaged to that Kim Sohyun-ssi."

"And you to that Kim Taehyung jerk."

"My parents asked me to."

"My parents asked me to as well."

"But you never liked her?"

"It was obvious since the start that she didn't want the engagement. She had her own boyfriend. She's really grateful when I called her this morning, when I told her I'd officially break the engagement."

"Are your parents angry?"

"My father is giving me the silent treatment, but you're richer than Kim Sohyun, so in the end he'll agree."

"He's always nice to me."

"He's brought up to be polite, that's all."

Sooyoung looked at him thoughtfully, a glass of wine in her hand, her legs folded beneath her.

After snatching her from her annoying Sunday family lunch, Sungjae brought her to a jeweller, bought her an engagement ring, carried her to his apartment, made love to her, then fed her some sushi, delivered from the nearest five-star hotel.

She was at the moment wearing his white shirt, on his couch and drinking his wine.

He had to confess he liked the view. His penthouse looked a lot prettier with her inside it.