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.
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대문 앞, 가죽 장갑을 고쳐 낀 도세준. 그가 담벼락을 넘는 건 순간이었다.
오늘은 유독 기분이 좆같았다. 이딴 귀찮은 일에 직접 움직인 건 꽤 오랜만이었으니까. 그동안은 분명 아랫것들이 대신하던 일이었다.
짜증을 내면서도 직접 움직인 이유는 단 하나. 여태 지불한 정산금만 해도 17억에 육박하는 VIP 강 회장. 그가 이번 타깃을 전하며 이렇게 말했다.
“이번엔 직접 움직여주게.”
“회장님. 부하들도 믿을만한 놈들입니다.” “알고 있네. 하지만 이번엔 그 어떤 여지도 남겨선 안 돼.” “손이 굳어서 말이죠.” “페이는 3억.”평소의 세 배였다. 세준은 눈동자를 내려 타깃의 정보를 바라보았다. 테이블 위에 펼쳐진 파일 안, 생글 맞게 웃고 있는 여자의 사진과 ‘강리아’라는 이름.
문제는 그 옆에 적힌 나이가 너무 어렸다. 고작 스무 살.
앞길이 창창한 것들은 늘 께름칙하던데. 하지만 단박에 거절하기엔 이미 제대로 엮여버린 사이였다. 그래서 처음으로 물었다.
“질문에 답해주시면 움직이겠습니다.”
“뭐지.” “제거 목적이 뭡니까.”가죽소파 팔걸이에 걸쳐진 손가락이 미세하게 떨렸다. 그런 모습은 처음이었다. 강 회장은 마른 헛기침을 한 번 하고는, 평소보다 무거운 목소리로 입을 열었다.
“지연이 딸일세.”
부가 설명은 필요 없었다. 강지연. 강 회장의 하나뿐인 외동딸, 이미 슬하에 남매를 둔 사실을 알고 있었다.
그렇다면 답은 하나. 재벌가 외동딸의 알려지지 않은 핏줄. 알려져선 안되는 존재. 그게 바로 이번 타깃이구나.
“강지연 이사님은 알고 계십니까. 이 아이의 존재를.”
“오늘따라 질문이 많네.” “오늘따라 다른 부탁을 하시니까요.”세준은 평소답지 않았고, 강 회장 역시 마찬가지였다. 질문과 긴장. 그건 두 사람 사이에 한 번도 존재하지 못한 감정이었다.
“모르네. 그게 이유네.”
존재도 모르는 사생아를 굳이? 왜? 이상하게 이번 일은 구미가 당기지 않았다. 본능이 그렇게 말해주고 있었다.
강 회장의 목소리가 다시 들려왔다.
“엄마를 찾기 시작했어. SNS에 배냇저고리랑 담요를 올렸더군.”
"배냇저고리랑 담요. 그 여지를 남기신 게 회장님 실수셨군요.” “인정하지. 허나, 그렇게 경고했는데 듣지 않은 건 결국 그 아이야.”시선이 다시 파일로 향했다. 아무것도 모르는 얼굴로 해맑게 웃는 얼굴. 강리아.
결국 킬러를 고용해 죽일 거면서, 성은 또 강 씨다? 웃기는 노릇이었다. 하지만 티를 낼 수 없어 그저 혀를 찼다.
“SNS가 널 죽음으로 안내했네.”
“도세준.” “직접 처리하죠.”그게 이 거지 같은 집 담벼락을 넘은 이유다. 도시와는 동떨어진 전원주택. 말이 좋아 전원주택이지, 마당은 잡초들이 무성했다.
돈이 썩어나는 엄마의 존재를 알았다면, 이 마당은 조금 더 볼만했을까. 아니, 이제 와서 그게 무슨 소용이야. 어차피 넌 저승의 문턱을 넘을 텐데.
익숙하게 도어락에 장치를 갖다 대자, 소리 없이 현관문이 열렸다. 거실은 어두웠다. 대신, 굳게 닫힌 방 쪽에서 희미한 불빛이 새어 나왔다.
“깨어 있으면 곤란하지.”
발소리를 완전히 죽였다. 그리고 방문에 귀를 붙였다.
다행히 아무 소리도 들리지 않았다. 사실 들린다 해도 상관없었다. 이까짓 어린 계집애쯤 제압하는 건 일이라는 축에도 못 꼈으니까.
끼익- 방문이 천천히 열렸다.
‘씨발. 깜짝이야.’
속으로 욕을 삼켰다. 생각지도 못한 모습이 그를 맞이했다.
무드등 하나를 켜둔 채 잠이 든 강리아는 제 몸보다 큰 커다란 바디필로우를 꼭 끌어안고 있었다.
문제는 파자마 원피스는 허리까지 말려 올라갔고, 한쪽 다리를 기역 자로 올린 탓에 씨발! 그 새하얀 허벅지와 핑크색 팬티가 적나라하게 보인다는 것. 엉덩이에 하트는 또 뭔데. 애새끼도 아니고.
조심스레 걸음을 옮겨 침대 가까이 다가갔다. 여자애 방이라 그런지, 향기가 가득했다. 살결은 또 왜 이렇게 하얀지 꼭 인형 같은데, 팬티 사이 골짜기의 실루엣이 앙증맞았다.
이런 미친, 내가 지금 무슨 생각을 하는 거지. 고개를 흔들어 정신을 차리고, 재킷 안주머니에 손을 넣었다.
주사기를 꺼내 들고, 익숙하게 공기 방울을 빼내며 마음속으로 마지막 인사를 건넸다.
‘다음 생엔 평범한 집에서 태어나.’
그 순간,
“으응... 응..”
갑작스런 뒤척임에 손이 멈췄다. 그리고... 끝내 그 얼굴을 보고야 말았다.
사진은 거짓이었다. 아니, 비교 따위가 불가능했다. 잠이 든 모습이 이토록 예쁜 인간은 난생처음이었다. 무방비함마저 더해져서 그런가. 처음으로 타깃이란 단어를 잊어버린 순간이었다.
“정신 차리자. 씨발, 이러다 내가 먼저 뒤지지.”
도무지 자신과 어울리지 않는 감정. 그대로 강리아의 입을 틀어막았다.
“....?”
두 눈을 부릅떠야 했다. 두려움이 가득한 눈동자를 보여줘야 했다. 숨이 막히는 소리가 나야 정상이었다.
근데 얜 뭐지? 발버둥은커녕 천천히 눈을 떴다. 뭐지. 뭐길래 이딴 반응을 보이는 거지. 왜 자꾸 당황하게 만드는 거지.
이를 악물고 손에 힘을 더 줬다. 경동맥을 누르기엔 아직 일렀다.
손가락 하나 움직이지 않고 스르륵 눈을 감는 걸 보니, 꼭 자신의 상황을 알고 그대로 받아들이는 모습이었다.
“이것 봐라?”
Trunks 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
Trunks stumbled into his penthouse, completely shattered. The moment the door shut behind him, he collapsed to the floor, his body trembling as sobs tore through his chest. All the pain he had ever buried—every wound, every shadow—rushed out of him at once. His cries echoed through the vast apartme
The Velvet Gem teaser exploded across campus. Within hours, Velvet Gem was all anyone talked about. The three backup members — Raye, Cherry, and Lx-A — became instant campus stars, while Suhee and Cornelia’s fame soared even higher. Each member’s individual photoshoot captured their symbol, color
The tournaments and competitions had begun, and campus life pulsed with excitement. Angelique trained every day for the swimming contest, her determination unwavering. Trunks was always there—timing her laps, watching her glide through the water with admiration that bordered on devotion. Wh
“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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