DARK AMBIGUITY
Description
For as long as Kim Yoongi could remember, she was unwanted. Kidnapped and forced to live under his watch for reasons unknown. She didn't know that she was his trump card. All she knew was that all good things cannot be true, when he paid off her debt. But what favour does he want from her?
Oh Sehun, a betrayed, cunning, meticulous and goal-driven leader of the Security and Public Administration Committee has a trump card he will use once he has gained enough power and influence to pressure the cabinet to go against the current President and take his rightful place as President. But what happens if he falls in love with his winning card?
HI IT'S ARTEMIS BACK WITH A NEW STORY~
IM NOT GREAT WITH POLITICS THOUGH I WILL TRY BUT THIS WILL BE BASED MORE ON LOVE, SO PLEASE FORGIVE ME IF I MAKE MISTAKES REGARDING POLITICS.
I'M ALSO LOOKING FOR A QUALITY CHECKER TO CO-AUTHOR THE STORY WITH ME. SO MESSAGE ME IF YOU WANT TO BE ONE.
( To be honest the main reason for a co-author is to pressure me to write so I dont forget XD)
ANYWAYS THANKS AND PLEASE ENJOY THE STORY
credits to Holy-Jungkook for their amazing poster!!
CAUGHT IN A LIE
Foreword
PRELUDE
The nights never got darker but grew longer. People bustling from excitement on a New Year’s Eve, and me… Trudging back empty handed to my 500,000 won a month apartment.
I was neither discontented nor sad about my lifestyle, it was predetermined anyway. What I could do was to accept it in open hands and enjoy it while I could. Weighing on my shoulders were massive dreams, unachievable without money by an orphan.
Books speaking good about orphanages are simply propaganda. The caretaker has so much on her mind, she forgets us. I had to feed baby Sung min during the time I once lived there, because her hands were full…According to Sun Hee, Sungmin’s sister, he wasn’t fed for two days until I arrived.
The night grew cold, a mist obscured the view. Rubbing my arms for warmth, I continued walking. The dingy neighbourhood was the only place which was typical to contain a 500,000 won apartment after all. It wasn’t a choice, seeing that even now I am struggling to pay my rent.
The sole perk about the neighbourhood was that it was multi-racial. Immigrants from all over the world, taking shelter in shambles to old noisy Korean drunkards drinking their asses off. I try to remain inconspicuous though, which often succeeded- I was a quiet girl by nature. Today, it was much quieter, a bit eerie but I relished the silent nature of the neighbourhood from the screaming and banging of windows and doors.
Then it all went black.
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