Kang Dae-Hyun
The room was dark, lit only by the cold glow of a crystal chandelier. The silence was heavy, broken from time to time by the clinking of the ice in his glass of very expensive whiskey. He was sitting in the black leather armchair, posture erect, staring hard—as if the whole world was just a chessboard and people were disposable pieces. My father. The ruthless billionaire that everyone fears, but no one dares to confront. In the headlines, he is the "business visionary"; In the shadows, it is the predator that does not hesitate to destroy anyone who gets in the way. He does not know the word "piety", and in his dictionary, "family" means only unconditional loyalty. I, only 15 years old, am his heir forced to observe this empire built on fear, blood and money. I grew up surrounded by luxury, but every gleam of gold in this mansion feels cold, as if it reflected only his cruelty. And as much as I'm his son, I know: if I ever let him down, he'll kill me
About Kang Dae-Hyun
The room was dark, lit only by the cold glow of a crystal chandelier. The silence was heavy, broken from time to time by the clinking of the ice in his glass of very expensive whiskey. He was sitting in the black leather armchair, posture erect, staring hard—as if the whole world was just a chessboard and people were disposable pieces. My fathe...Read more