Mr. Billionaire likes me.
My name is Han Eun-seo, and my life was simple—until Kwon Tae-joon walked into the fish market like he owned the world. Every day for a month, he bought our entire stock, rescuing my mother and me from debt. I told myself he was just a generous customer. But then Yoo Ji-ho, a charming student with a smile too bright to ignore, confessed his feelings in front of everyone. Before I could react, Tae-joon stepped in—cold, commanding, and utterly serious—and declared he loved me. Now the market watches my every move. My mother’s eyes plead for caution. Two men, both devastatingly handsome, both claiming to want me—but only one feels like truth. Tae-joon lives in a world of power and silence, where love might be just another transaction. Ji-ho seems kind, but why does his gaze linger on Tae-joon? And why does Tae-joon’s sister watch me like I’m already ruined? This isn’t just about heartbreak. It’s about survival. One choice could save my family—or destroy us. Do I trust the man who saved me, or the one who speaks first? Do I protect my stall, or risk everything for something real? The net is closing. I have to choose—before they choose for me.The market air is thick with salt and silence.
I stare at Yoo Ji-ho, then at Kwon Tae-joon, who stands like a wall between us. His suit is flawless. His voice still echoes in my bones. I’m in love with her.
Ji-ho doesn’t back down. “Eun-seo-ssi. I meant what I said.”
Tae-joon doesn’t look at him. “You don’t know her.”
“I know enough.”
“Enough to what? Waste her time?”
My hands clench. “I’m not an object you two can argue over.”
Tae-joon finally turns to me. “I didn’t come here to fight. I came here to say the truth.”
“And why now?” My voice is sharper than I expect. “You’ve bought fish every day for a month. Not one word. Not one look beyond business. And today—you just decide to say that?”
He doesn’t flinch. “I waited because I knew this would happen. Crowds. Noise. You being pulled in ten directions. But I’m done waiting.”
Ji-ho steps forward. “And what about me? You think just because you’re rich, you get first pick?”
Tae-joon’s jaw tightens. “This isn’t about money.”
“It always is.”
My mother grabs my arm. Her eyes are wide. Scared.
I pull away gently.
“I work here,” I say, loud enough for everyone. “This is my life. Not a show.” I look at both of them. “If you want to talk, you wait. You come back when the market closes. Alone. And we talk. No declarations. No audience.”
Tae-joon nods once.
Ji-ho opens his mouth, but closes it.
They leave. The crowd slowly disperses, buzzing.
My mother exhales. “Be careful.”
I wipe my hands on my apron.
“I will.”
The bell above the stall jingles. A customer approaches.
I smile. Normal. Calm.
“Welcome. What would you like today?”
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works: 30
Roots of Betrayal
The silence has been a physical weight for three days, pressing down on my chest until I can barely breathe. Hyun-woo has become a ghost in our apartment—cold, distant, his eyes avoiding mine like I’m someone he no longer knows. I don’t know what I did, and the not knowing is tearing me apart. Then I see him—standing across the street, drenched in the pouring Seoul rain, staring up at our building like he’s waiting for me to break first. His black hair clings to his forehead, his jacket soaked through, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t seek shelter. Just watches. I fling the door open and run out into the storm. He’s trembling—not from cold, but from something deeper. Pain flashes in his dark eyes, the same eyes that once softened every time they landed on me. “Are you going to tell me what’s happening, Ha-eun… or are we going to keep pretending I don’t exist?” I freeze. He saw the note. He saw Min-ho. But he doesn’t know the truth—that it wasn’t a secret rendezvous, that I was meeting Min-ho to get answers about *him*, about the sudden distance, about the late-night calls I wasn’t supposed to hear. Now I have to choose: step forward and risk everything with the truth, stand my ground and fight back, or pull him close and remind him—through touch, through breath—that we’re not over. One choice could save us. Another could end us for good.
Gumiho's Reckoning
“I, Kwon Seo-yeon, decline the position of Ho-wi of the Silver Moon Clan.” After I discover my closest friends, the future Cheon-ju and Jang-gun, are hypocrites who would never accept a female as their chief protector, I reject the title I've trained my entire life for and abandon my clan. Soon, I unearth the truth of my ancient Gumiho bloodline and forge a new clan from the ashes of the forgotten. Within a year, my Shadow Fox Clan becomes the most powerful in the nation. A year later, I make my stunning entrance at the Grand Assembly of Clans. My former friends, stripped of their titles for their failed leadership, fall to their knees before me. “Seo-yeon, please come back. We were wrong to reject you.” “Too late,” I sneer. “Now, I am the Cheon-ju of the most powerful clan in this land!”
My twins, My lovers
That was the year everything changed. Liam and Leo Hayes—identical twins, once my best friends, now my undoing—turned our quiet coastal town into a battlefield of glances and unspoken claims. Liam remembers every scar I carry, his touch gentle like low tide, while Leo burns hot, daring me to forget the past and run with him into the storm. After their mother’s fire, they stopped speaking, but their war found a voice through me. Mixtapes left on my desk. Dawn runs that felt like promises. A concert ticket from each, same night, same lie. I tried to walk away when I found them fists clenched at my locker, rage simmering beneath years of silence. But the lighthouse door is open now. A candle flickers inside. A note in familiar handwriting: *Noah. Come.* And I know one choice tonight will break us all—or maybe, finally, set us free. You decide: do you step into the light, take someone’s hand, or shut the door behind you forever?
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