Lisa, 29, is trapped in a child's mind due to trauma and a mysterious condition after losing her parents in a tragic plane crash. Raised by her protective mafia grandparents, she lives isolated from the harsh world around her, her innocence contrast...
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Name: Lalisa Manoban.
Age: 29.
Personality: Confident, cheerful, caring, and creative.
Job: None (has PPS, so not employed).
Relationship: Best friend and cousin to Jisoo; deeply bonded emotionally. --------------------
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Name:Jennie.
Age: 24.
Personality:Ambitious, determined, charismatic, and strong leader.
Job:CEO.
Relationship:Close friend to Rosé from childhood. --------------------
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Name:Jisoo.
Age:29.
Personality:Compassionate, intelligent, calm, and supportive.
Job:Psychiatrist.
Relationship:Cousin and only best friend to Lisa. --------------------
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Name:Rosé.
Age:26.
Personality: Gentle, musical, caring, and artistic.
Job:Lawyer.
Relationship:Jennie's childhood best friend, part of Jennie's close circle. --------------------
PROLOGUE
The rain drummed softly against the tall windows of the ancient villa, blurring the outline of the city’s neon lights beyond. Inside, the heavy velvet curtains were drawn, sealing the room from the night and the dangerous world lurking just beyond those walls. Lisa sat cross-legged on the floor, her small frame wrapped in a woolen blanket decorated with faded flowers. She clutched a stuffed rabbit—its fur worn thin, one eye missing—a fragile guardian to her fragile heart.
Her wide, unblinking eyes stared at the flickering shadows cast by the crackling fireplace, the flames dancing as if alive, telling stories she alone could understand. The room was still, save for the soft hum of the air purifier and the occasional creak of the sprawling villa settling into the night. Despite the silence, Lisa’s mind raced, circling endlessly around memories too big for her heart to hold.
The plane crash.
The sudden, overwhelming roar.
Her mother’s cry.
Her father’s last smile.
That moment ripped her world apart, sealing her innocence inside a fragile bubble—one that refused to burst, even as years passed.
The mafia portrait hanging above the grand piano reminded her daily of the legacy she was trapped within. The men and women in the sepia-toned photographs looked stern and ruthless, their eyes hardened by a lifetime of violence and power. Lisa’s grandparents, the architects of this shadow empire, ruled with an iron fist the world she could never fully grasp, her childlike mind a stark contrast to the ruthless dynasty surrounding her.
“Lisa,” a soft but firm voice broke through the silence. The door creaked open, and her grandmother stepped in, her face carved by years of hardship and determination. “It’s past your bedtime. Come, you must rest.”
Lisa blinked, nodding slowly. She rose, clutching her rabbit tightly, and followed the slow, deliberate footsteps of her guardian. Every inch of this home was a reminder of both protection and prison. The thick walls, the hidden security cameras, the armed guards stationed silently outside—everything was designed to keep the world out and to keep Lisa safe from the threats her family had made.
Outside, the city pulsed with ruthless ambition and dark promises, but inside, Lisa’s world remained frozen in fragile innocence.
Meanwhile, miles away in the steel-and-glass tower that crowned the city’s skyline, Jennie’s world was the opposite—cold, sharp, and unyielding. She stared down through the panoramic windows, the city lights reflected in her steely eyes, calculating every move in a chess game that demanded ruthless precision.
At 24, Jennie was the embodiment of power, her reputation as a cold, unforgiving CEO preceding her. Every decision she made crushed more than just competition; it crushed hope, softness, and anything that threatened her climb.
But tonight, a message shattered her ironclad composure: an arranged marriage, a political alliance cemented by the union of two rival families in the underworld power structure.
She thought of Lisa, the fragile girl confined by trauma and family legacy, and a flicker of something unfamiliar stirred in Jennie’s chest—a shadow of curiosity amidst the cold calculation.
Their worlds, so different, were about to collide—two women trapped by their destinies, struggling to find strength, trust, and maybe even love in a world built on danger and control.
The prologue closes on the city skyline, rain still falling, two lives inching toward an uncertain intertwining.
