28 parts Ongoing The rain fell like silk over the city-quiet, cold, and elegant, just like everything else in Jennie Kim's world.
She stood still as the stylist adjusted the delicate silver comb in her hair. Her mother's voice echoed behind the closed doors, low and firm, discussing final arrangements with the representatives from them-the outsiders, the ones from nowhere, the ones who had somehow bargained their way into the Kim family name.
Jennie didn't care about the terms. The shares. The press. The polished statements about progress and power. What she cared about was the paper in her hand: the marriage contract, signed in black ink by someone named Lalisa Manoban. No surname worth anything. No lineage. No history.
But there was a rumor. A whisper that reached Jennie even through the thick walls of high society.
The Kim family had arranged a marriage with someone different. Not just poor. Not just foreign. Intersex.
Jennie's fingers tightened around the edge of the paper. Not out of disgust-no, that wasn't it. It was fear. A strange kind of anticipation. Not of who Lisa was, but of what she might become.
A match made for politics. A marriage carved in steel and silence.
And yet, somewhere deep inside her, beneath the layers of designer silk and corporate legacy, something stirred.
She didn't know it yet, but the girl from the dirt streets below-the one who would meet her at the altar without flinching-was about to unravel everything Jennie had ever known.
Not with violence. Not with power.
With love.
LISA G!P