The woman who was not chosen

Chapter 1

"Hero, please-"

BANG!

A beautiful woman was pushed and thrown onto the floor. Her perfectly curled hair was a mess; her makeup was ruined and there were bruises beginning to form on her wrists. Glowering eyes filled with pure hatred and disgust stared down at her. He was supposed to be her loved fiancé, the man she would soon wed in one year. Yet, here he was, glaring daggers into her body.

The look he gave her was bone-chilling as if she had brutally slaughtered his entire family. Was it possible to hate someone so much to the point of where their eyes were practically burning with venom? A simple glance at his infuriated eyes was enough to send chills down one's spine.

Standing next to the ruthless man with her arms wrapped around his left one was a tiny and petite woman, whose face screamed innocence. Pure, docile, gentle, and anything sweet could be used to describe Yoona. Her skin was pale, like the first fall of snow. Her face was small and adorable, like a cherished and doted bunny.

Because of her meek nature, docile-smiles, and the allure of a female lead, she always provoked the protective nature of men — more specifically, Hero, who vowed to ruin anyone that dared to harm her.

Dara, his childhood friend for two decades and beloved fiancée for one decade, was unfortunate enough to experience this treatment.

"You disgust me," He spat out each word, every syllable prickling her heart.

Dara felt like the antagonist of their Cinderella story that seemed to walk right out of a Korean drama, one that involved a poor, unfortunate Yoona who managed to capture the heart and attention of a ruthless, but incredibly handsome billionaire.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands." His voice, so Dara, but smooth and pleasant to the ears, echoed throughout the room.

The socialites of Seoul watched from the corner, their mouths moving non-stop as they mocked, gossiped, and laughed at the honorable Dara, whose reputation was pushed to ruins.

Dara glanced up at the man. Her heart was torn in every direction and painfully ached at the horrible stare he was giving her.

Hero looked at her like she was the scum at the bottom of his shoes, something that was always with him and would never let go.

"Hero, I-"

"Did I allow you to call me that? You vengeful woman." He snarled at her; his voice dangerously low.

Dara felt a pang within her heart. She looked at him as if she had been brutally kicked.

When did it all go wrong?

Dara had dedicated all of her time, attention, and life to him. When he needed help in his company, she was there as the influential daughter of the Park family.

She helped him pull strings, threatened the people, did the dirty work, and allowed herself to be pushed into the brink of stress, worrying over issues that he should've cared about. And while she slaved away at his desk, Hero was with his lover halfway across the world.

Dara's long, slender fingers curled into fists. Because of her naivety and heart, she had decided to fall deeply in love with him.

Hero narrowed his eyes at her pathetic state.

He couldn't believe in his youth; he thought this lowly woman deserved the title of a friend. When she was a child, she was quite normal and caring. Now that she has gotten older, he saw how much of a crazy woman she was.

How despicable.

He was fine when she displayed signs of jealousy. What man didn't want a beautiful woman desiring after him? But Dara had severely crossed the line when she dared to taunt and bully his lover, Yoona.