THE LEGENDARY HOT GIRL | ATEEZ 18+

2 | WHATEVER IT TAKES

Jongho insisted that he ditch me and go to school on his own— smart move on his part. Anywhere where my father was concerned, Jongho knew not to intervene.

Upon arrival, I was instantly ushered to my father's study where five suitcases and about ten trunks of luggage were awaiting. He gestures for me to take a seat and I do so.

"What have we here?" I knew all too well that my time has come. "Going on a trip, father?"

He looks not even the slightest bit amused. His elbows rest on the polished mahogany as he clicks his fingers together, steady eyes never leaving me. My father never let up, never showed any other signs of emotions other than seriousness. I was always convinced that he was a psychopath and even more so when my murdering tendencies arose.

"Your fiancé is moving aboard sooner than expected so you'll be leaving tomorrow morning. I've had everything packed for you so it's one less thing you have to worry about."

If only the rest of the world knew that my almighty powerful father with his well-known abundance of wealth had to sell his only daughter off in order to save face. He'd be the laughing stock in all 194 countries for centuries to come. But it wasn't like he had a choice, not even God himself could've gotten me out of this mess.

I rose from my chair. "And where are we going?"

"America. Your mother is only five hours away should you need her."

Need her?

If anything, it's always been the other way around.

"Ah yes, the other bane of my existence."

My father had the worst judge of character when it came to women. I wasn't so sure whether or not to trust him when it came to business transactions as well, like this engagement for instance. When I heard that getting wedded off to an infamous mobster /casanova / multi-trillionaire, I wasn't sure what to think.

Surely the thought of becoming even more rich and powerful seemed appealing.

And on the plus side, he was well attractive, more so than his father who I almost had to marry if not for the fact that he 'mysteriously' passed away a couple months ago. I'm sure my father had a hand in that.

At the end of the day, none of that mattered in exchange for my freedom.

"Whatever it takes," my father says. "We do that in order to survive."

The king of selfishness.

"So you've taught me well."

"Maybe a little too well," his voice becomes more hoarse. He's probably thinking about how I pushed his former wife down six flight of stairs. I wasn't sure whether or not he was proud or thought me to be a disappointment.

I was never sure with him.

"I never do well when people pressure me," I state. I've always made my feelings loud and clear, never was I one to keep them hidden and cower underneath for anyone's sake. "I never got to apologize-"

He raises his hand.

"I don't care," he says. "Wives are dispensable, my children..." his gaze grows soft and sullen like never before. "Aren't."

I wanted to thank him but I couldn't find it in me to push past my pride. So I gave him a nod and hoped that my small gesture would speak more volumes that I let on. The housekeepers then follow me out of the room with my bags and loaded them into one of the vans. I head to my room to contemplate my next move.