Chapter 1 - THE HIDDEN IDENTITY

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''''HIS POV

"Dude! We have gang battle at 10 pm!" Mingyu shout at my ears. I didn't respond. I'm too busy with my girls in my hips.

I just roam my hands in every inch of their body.

Tsk!

They never mind anyway. I'll bed them later. Guess where we are.

We're just at my third home. Houseclubs. We can be always be found here.

Well, this is my life, feeding my own pleasure. Fucking women every night and a gang fight. I can do whatever I want. No one can stop me.

My father?

Other than ignoring him, he let me for all of this. He has no other option anyway. I'll do whatever my body wants.


'''''HER POV

"Ms. Dy, our client went just a while ago and everything was settled." My assistant informed me.

"How about the paintings?" I asked while I'm busy signing some papers for the special delivery.

"I already kept them in a safe place." She replies. "Good work. Then you can go now. It's already late. Thank you."

"Welcome, Ms. Dy. Take a rest too." She smiled.

I faced her and smiled too. Then she went out to my office. She's Akira Betty. She's not just an assistant of mine, she's a friend too.

By the way,

I'm Choi Jhoanne but they often named me Eumi.

But I used Dy as my last name. I have to keep my real last name for safetiness. Our family name.

The Choi was my mother's last name but surprisingly our father's last name in Korean was Choi too but then his original last name was Hellish.

Using tons of names is wise idea so that not the only name I'm using.

I own this large company of painting. I build them on my own. I can really expand it, but I don't wanted to. I don't want other people to research and gather information about my personality, and privacy.

It would be surely difficult for me.

Yes, I have another side that I can't let other people discover. Only my brother and his friends knew about my life.

I'm a painter and also a designer. Actually, I'm not interested in doing arts, but I'm good at it.

I'm just having fun spending time with them. I usually do paintings using dark colors such as black, dark red, grey, and brown.

Lots of companies want to work with me on these things, but I refused cause If I won't, it will be a hard time hiding my identity.

I wonder why many of them took an interest towards my boring paintings?

So I'm split, artistic in the daytime, then a fighter at night.

Let's just say that I'm devil, demon, bitch and- uhh go on, you can call me whatever you want, who cares.

I don't mind other people's business.

But I have my reason. I'm doing it for some....

I scoffed.

I couldn't mention it.

....

It makes my blood boils and it feels pathetic.

That's why I can fight very well. I've been training since I'm young, until now I still do.

Our beloved parents were killed 22 years ago. That's my reason. I wanted them to pay back. I'll find them all whatever it takes. I can't let them slide in my hands. I'll shower them their own sweet crimson blood right in thier very own eyes.

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