“If you two aren’t dating, then why did you spend the night together?” My mother gave us both a questioning expression. The kitchen fell silent, neither one of us knowing what to say. “Please don’t tell me you two are just fucking?” Leave it to mothers to make everything awkward. - Hannah Oba was a badass by any measure – royal, rich and incredibly sexy. With an ice heart and sassy attitude, the rebellious princess had mastered the art of not giving a damn. Getting a job at one of the world’s largest corporations, she never imagined she’d get entangled with her boss’s adopted son, Park-Lee Junghwan. Junghwan was everything she hated – charming, kind and a ray of sunshine. With his puppy-like personality and sparkling eyes, something about the raven-haired boy just rubbed her the wrong way. However, when she accidentally spends a night with him, things quickly get complicated. Having no choice, Hannah is forced into a fake relationship with the one person she despises. But the line between the truth and deception becomes blurred when the demons of her past come knocking. Someone wants her dead, and they will stop at nothing to make it happen. Now everything she’s ever cared for is at risk, including the starry-eyed man with secrets pretending to be her lover. Can they overcome their enemies and escape her dark past? Or will they both discover that love is always a losing game? NOTE: This is a SHORT STORY of only 30 chapters. So if you're looking for a quick but captivating romance then this is just for you. If you want a longer story, you can check out my other work(s). Happy reading!
Hwan's POV
Rushing through the hospital doors, I screamed at the nearest nurse.
"Where is he?!"
Sweat dripped down my face from all the running I did to get here – I couldn't find a taxi and the bus had dropped me off about a block away. None of that mattered though, because I had come as soon as I could to make sure the news wasn't true.
It couldn't be true.
"I don't who you're talking about, Sir," the woman responded in confusion, "can I get a name?"
"Mark. Mark Terrence. Where-"
"Hwan?"
I turned to see a teary-eyed Dr. Terrence looking at me, her face riddled with grief. I rushed to her, my heart racing at the thought of the news being true.
"Eomma! Why are you crying? Where's Mark?"