Lies took the elevator.
Truth took the stairs.
Both arrived and met Revelation.
Jane killed a family in a car accident. Depressive and accustomed to self-harm, she decides to go back to where her life toppled upside down. Jane doesn't know what to e...
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Privileged, I've always got what I wanted.
Everything, until I met Jane, she's the only person I've never been able to have.
It's funny when I first met her; Jane wasn't the one who captured my attention. Mona was the one who mesmerized me; she was my type. I grew up in New York; my opposites always attracted me.
As a teenager, I was captivated by the hip-hop community as the Hallyu style and Kpop attracts foreigners.
Beyoncé and Rihanna were my babes, and as you can imagine in Korea well, a girl like Mona is the closest you can get to a woman of that caliber. Don't get me wrong. It's not a fetish; it's just black or middle eastern women appeal to me more. But Mona would say she isn't black, she's Egyptian, and if you call her an African queen, Mona will remind you she's Egyptian, forgetting on which continent the country is.
That's when my fascination for Mona ended, she seems straightforward, beautiful but she can go crazy on tiny details on which no one would give up a sweat. Her mind has these little twists. She's the artistic, intellectual type.
Mona sees things in paintings and books that nor Jane or I can perceive.
I thought Jane was like Mona the first time we met, but Jane is more simple-minded. Jane isn't the type to ponder about her self-existence; at least she didn't before.
Jane has never known where she was going or what she wanted from life, and I liked that a lot. I quickly found myself trying to impress her; I fell in love with her eyes and outgoing personality.
It's funny because Mona shows what Jane is inside and Jane is on the outside what Mona is inside.
Twisted, hug?
I know.
But I love them both, no one can imagine how many times I wished I could combine them, but a heart can't have two lovers, and I chose Jane.
My father is a wealthy entrepreneur, who lives with his 3rd wife, eight years older than me, so I call her noona; Hye Hyeon likes that.
I Am American, and so is my father; he got adopted when he was a baby. Dad renewed his roots when he came to Korea at age 19. He isn't a complicated man; he lives for his businesses, and he ventures in anything legit or not.
Honestly, I've heard things. I've never verified their veracity. I know for sure that dad got a recommendation five years ago from a chaebol called Hong Kwon Jin, who introduced him to a French guy named Marc Joubert, the former owner of L'hexagone now exiled in France where he is purging his prison sentence.
This guy Marc had what the French call le sense des affairs.
He turned L'hexogone into something else. I mean, you had girls swimming in large glasses of champagne-like Béyoncé in her Naughty girl video. You had DJs from around the world, especially a lineup of the best of La French Touch; even for hip-hop, you had the freshest artist.
