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Chapter One

"Hey, honey!" Mom calls, to your upstairs bedroom.

"Yeah what is it?!" Y/N yells back pulling your long dark hair into a ponytail.

"I made your favorite food. Come down, okay?"

"I will~" you sing, looking into the mirror. Summer break was fun, but you're ready to go back to school. You remember the brown eyes of Jeon Jungkook, and sigh. Too bad he's dating that other girl.

When you go downstairs, your mom hands you a plate of crepes, nervously putting her hands together.

"Omma? What's wrong?" You ask, touching your lips. You don't have anything on your teeth, right?

"Honey, I'm sorry."

"What for?" You ask confused, gently flipping your hair over your shoulder.

"Oh, Mrs. Kim," a voice growls huskily. "You haven't told her?"

A boy with perfect hair, styled in a way you've never seen on boys at your school, wearing ripped dark jeans and a business suit top, the golden wristwatch glinting in the sunlight, eyes dark and dangerous steps into the kitchen.

"I'm Hendery," he says, playfully smirking.

"Well, what is it?" You snap, ignoring the way his smile makes you feel things that you weren't sure were possible.

He says nothings, only grinning wider, looking like a satisfied cat.

"I'm going to be late for school," you huff. "Omma, where's the forks?"

Mom says nothing, just looks down. You see how hard the years have been on her, in the wrinkles one her face and scars on her hand, and her greying hair.

"Y/N, I need to tell you something."

"Hurry up about it, will you?" Hendery says, checking his Rolex watch. "We're going to be late."

"Y/N, your father-"

"What about him?!" You ask. Your mother has never mentioned your father, never told you anything about him.

"He owed many debts." Hendery says.

"It is not your place!" Your mother yells, wheeling on him, and you see the fire that burns in her.

Hendery says nothing, simply fingers his suit cuff, and tuts. "Oh, Mrs. Kim, Mrs. Kim. Have you forgotten our agreement?"

Your mom sighs. "Yes, he owed many debts, and they killed him when you were small."

You gasp and your eyes fill with tears.

"Oh, omma!" You says, running over to her to give her a hug. Your poor mother, raising you by herself, working herself to an early grave. You support her, and the tears stream down your face. "I'm so sorry, omma." You remember all the times you and her fought, and cried over not having new clothes and saying that she was a tyrant, but she was just trying to keep you both alive.

Through the tears running down your face, You glare at Hendery. "You're a monster."

"Don't cry, princess," Hendery says. "And no, I am not. I am a man of business."

"But that doesn't explain why you're here!" You protest, shaking your head.

"Y/N, what I'm trying to tell you is, I've been trying to pay off our debts. I owe too much."

"Indeed. She wouldn't be able to pay it off even if she worked seven days a week until she was ninety years old."

"So what are you going to do?" You ask, horror on your face.

"I'm so sorry." Your mom whispers, crying. Her shoulders shake and she trembles.

"What did you do?!" You scream.

She looks up, eyes red. "Y/N, meet Huang Guan Heng. Your new owner."

Hendery nods from the doorway.

"Devil," you whisper quietly, walking over towards him.

"Oh, no, sweetie. I'm no devil. I'm far worse."

He flashes a wicked grin, and your mom cries harder. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Omma, it isn't your fault." You stare at Hendery, hoping he can see the hate in your eyes. "I need to pack my things, and then I'll go with you."

"You have five minutes. Starting now."

"What!" You exclaim. "No!"

"Four minutes and fifty three seconds. Time's ticking down, sweetheart. Better hurry."

You give him one final glare, and run upstairs to your bedroom. You grab your suitcase and stuff your favorite clothes in, your pictures of your friends and your phone and it's charge, your laptop and schoolwork, your two pairs of shoes. You run into your shared bathroom and throw in your makeup and toner and *cough* feminine products, and take one last glance around your room, which is now empty. You grab your favorite stuffed animal and shove it on top, and then zip the suitcase shuts.

You run downstairs, almost falling, and there Hendery stands.

"Ready, princess?"

"I am not your princess." You hiss, feeling your fist curl up.

"Oh, sweetie," Hendery laughs. "You're whatever i say you are."

"Omma, I love you," you say, am fighting back tears.

"I love you too" she says, gently touching g your face. "Don't forget that you're my girl, okay? Stay strong. I love you so much."

"Yes, yes, very touching." Hendery says from the doorframe. "Come on, Y/N. We've got things to do."

"Don't say my name!" You yell, clenching your fist.

"Touchie touchie. How about bunny?"

You choke. Is it like those Playboy bunnies in America?

"Nice stuffed animal, by the way," he says, strolling towards you and grabbing your suitcase and wrist with one hand. "Now, come on. I have a meeting I can't miss. Good bye, Mrs. Kim. Pleasure doing business with you."

You look back at your mother, and your cold plate of crepes, and fight back more tears.

"Goodbye, mom," you say. "I love you."

The door slams in your face, and Hendery glances down at you. "Oh, we are going to have so much fun."