Mag-log inAt Stanton University, power is currency and morality is optional. Juhoon Choi aka Trunks sits at the top of the Diamond Board — heir to an empire, untouchable, and emotionally unreadable. Park Suhee stands beside him as his lifelong protector, confidante, and silent lover, hiding years of devotion behind loyalty and restraint. Then Angelique Rochefort transfers in. Elegant. Calculated. Dangerous. She arrives with one purpose: to kill Trunks. She seduces her way into his life, manipulating his trust, isolating him from Suhee, and turning Stanton’s elite against each other. What begins as a carefully executed revenge scheme soon spirals into something far more dangerous when real emotions surface — love, jealousy, and obsession. As scandals erupt, alliances fracture, and lies are weaponized, Suhee becomes collateral damage in a war she never chose. Betrayal cuts deep, intimacy becomes a weapon, and the line between victim and villain blurs beyond recognition. But vengeance has a price and when the truth finally emerges, redemption may come only through sacrifice. In a world ruled by power, love is the most dangerous gamble of all. Because in a world ruled by power, love is the most dangerous weakness of all, and at Stanton University, every heart hides a motive—and every kiss can kill.
view moreTrunks woke up with a splitting headache, his temples throbbing as the pale London light filtered through the curtains. “Hey… how are you feeling?” Angelique asked softly from the edge of the bed. “Bad,” he groaned, pressing his hand to his forehead. “My head hurts so much.” “I’m sorry, babe. You fell asleep so fast last night—we didn’t even get to enjoy our evening together.” He squinted at the clock. “What time is it?” “Almost midday,” she replied. “Ugh… I don’t think we’re going anywhere today. I feel terrible.” “Then rest,” Angelique said gently. “I’ll make you some tea.” A few minutes later, she returned with a steaming cup. “Here,” she murmured, handing it to him. As he took a careful sip, Angelique hesitated for a moment. Then, with the calm tone of someone trying to sound casual, she said, “Babe… I know you’re not feeling well, but there’s something I need to ask you.” “Yeah?” Trunks mumbled. “I’m listening.” “Promise you won’t get m
When Trunks was completely asleep, Angelique quietly slipped out of their suite and made her way down the hall to Ryan’s room. “It was about time,” Ryan said from the couch, a lazy smirk on his face. “I was getting impatient.” “You don’t make things easy for me, I’ll have you know,” she muttered, sitting across from him. He handed her a glass of whiskey and a cigarette. “So… what’s up?” he asked, leaning forward. “I had to give him a sleeping substance so he wouldn’t wake up too soon,” she said, handing him a USB stick. “I got this from his computer. It’s about H Holdings and Sash Conglomerate.” Ryan smiled, swirling his drink. “I knew your goal wasn’t just the head of Stanton.” “I want to transfer all his shares to my name,” she said coldly. “And you think it’ll be that easy?” Ryan raised a brow. “Trunks has a powerful and strategic ally behind him.” “Not that strategic,” she retorted. “He shares all the updates with Trunks, and Trunks doesn’t even know how to hide th
The next morning they went out for breakfast. Angelique seemed particularly bright — a soft, secret smile she couldn’t quite hide. Flashes of the previous night returned to her in small, heated images: the way he’d touched her, the way he’d moved, the faint, intimate sounds she had never expected from him. For someone who claimed to be inexperienced, he had been unexpectedly confident. The memory left her flushed and quietly curious about how far things might go. “What are you thinking about?” Trunks asked. She took a sip of hot chocolate to hide the rose in her cheeks. “Nothing,” she said, and he laughed. “What’s so funny?” she asked. He reached out and wiped a smudge of foam from her lip with his finger, smiling. “So… how’s your dad?” he asked suddenly. Angelique blinked. “Huh?” “You said you called him yesterday.” He watched her carefully. “Oh—he’s fine,” she answered, casual on the surface. Inside, she let the ease of the lie settle. “We’re not very close. He’s alway
Two days had passed since the concert. Trunks hadn’t left his room—or eaten. He refused calls and wouldn’t see anyone except Angelique or Grandma Yuna. Depressed and withdrawn, he’d shut out the world, and Angelique took advantage of the moment. She planned their Christmas break herself, determined to make Trunks forget his pain and see her as his refuge. But deep down, she had another plan: to learn more about H Holdings, Sash Conglomerate, and the mysterious person behind Trunks’ fortune. And slowly, she was succeeding. Trunks, too broken to notice, gave her access to his accounts. She discreetly transferred funds into an offshore account shared with her secret accomplice. Meanwhile, she arranged an extravagant trip to London—five-star hotel, skating at Somerset House, Christmas shopping on Oxford Street, a West End show, Winter Wonderland at Hyde Park, and dinner in a gingerbread house. Grandma Yuna wasn’t pleased. She wanted Trunks to stay home for the holidays, to heal quietly
The weeks that followed were unusually calm. Stanton University was preparing for the upcoming Christmas break, and as always, the end-of-term send-off festival was the talk of the campus. It was called the Christmas Fest. Every student was expected to take part in at least one competition, tour
Back at Trunks’ place, dinner was over, and they’d retreated to his room. He emerged from the bathroom, wiping his hands with a towel. “Sorry, I hope I wasn’t too long,” Trunks said. “No, you weren’t,” Angelique replied. “Did you enjoy the dinner?” he asked. “Yes, it was fabulous,”
The S-Class gathered in the Diamond Room — all except Trunks, as usual. The air was heavy with chatter, laughter, and that thin veil of superiority only they could pull off. “So, you finally lost to Angelique?” Ryan teased, leaning back with a smug grin. “At least I’m not
“So, you mean Trunks is now officially dating that dumbass?” Cornelia asked, her jaw dropping. “Yes,” Suhee replied quietly, disappointment lacing her voice. “Actually,” Cornelia continued, twirling a strand of her hair, “we can’t really blame him. She’s prettier… and rich.” “Connie, you’re












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