The next morning, headlines exploded.
"Heiress Turned Power Player? Seo Hana Steals Spotlight at Ae-Ra Gala""Choi Do-Hwan Spotted with Mystery New Partner—Insider Says It's the Girl Everyone Underestimated."
Hana sat in the sunroom of the mansion, sipping her coffee. Mi-Ho handed her the tablet, the headline staring back.
She raised an eyebrow. "Mystery? They know exactly who I am."
Mi-Ho smirked. "That's the problem. Now they can't ignore you."
Just then, his phone buzzed. He frowned and handed it to her—it was a text from his mother.
"Well played. But be careful. The ones who smile the most will stab first."
Hana looked out the window, thoughts churning.
She had the media. She had influence. She had started rewriting her story.
But influence invites enemies—and one of them was already closer than she thought.