The sun was golden that morning, scattering warm light across the small, cracked windows of the Kim household. For Hana, the world had never looked brighter.

“Pappa, don’t forget, okay? You promised!” she chirped, her voice filled with excitement as she tied the ribbons of her worn-out school shoes.

Huyeng Kim, tired but gentle, bent down and smoothed her hair. His rough hands, calloused from years of driving, lingered on her head with fatherly affection.

“Of course, Hana. Today’s special, isn’t it? How could I forget my daughter’s birthday gift?”

Her heart raced at the thought. A new dress. Not borrowed, not patched, not second-hand—a real dress, bought just for her. It was something most girls at her school took for granted, but for Hana, it was a dream.

She had wanted to skip school, to run to the market with her father, but Huyeng had shaken his head firmly.

“Study well. That’s the only gift you can give me in return.”

So she obeyed, leaving for school with a smile that could light up the world.

But the world is cruel to men who have nothing.

Huyeng carried not only the weight of his daughter’s hope but also a burden that crushed him day by day—debt. The kind that doesn’t forgive. The kind that doesn’t wait.

That afternoon, after finishing his long shift as Mr. Corner Lee’s driver, Huyeng stopped by a small shop. His tired eyes softened as he carefully picked out a simple yet lovely dress, pale blue with white lace. He could already picture Hana’s joy. For a moment, he allowed himself to believe—maybe life would be kind today.

The dress was wrapped neatly in paper. He carried it close, almost protectively, as he walked the familiar path home.

But shadows followed him.

“Kim Huyeng.”

The voice was rough, cold, dripping with menace. From the narrow alley, men emerged—the debtors he had begged for more time.

“I—I’ll pay back… soon. Just a little longer,” he pleaded, clutching the gift bag tighter.

One of the men sneered. “Time’s up.”

The blows came fast, merciless. Huyeng fell, his body breaking under fists and kicks. The paper bag tore, and the beautiful blue dress slipped out, white lace now stained with red.

“Pappa!”

Hana’s voice pierced the night. She had run home faster than usual, eager to see her gift. Instead, her birthday became a nightmare.

She stumbled to her knees, hands trembling as she lifted the blood-soaked dress. Her wide eyes filled with horror as she looked at her father’s still body, lying in a pool of crimson.

“Pappa… no… no! You promised… You promised me!”

The bright, golden day had shattered. The sky itself seemed to turn black as if mourning with her.

And so, Hana’s lucky day—her birthday—was cursed. It became the day she lost everything.

The day's death carved fear into her soul.

Chapter 2:

Notable : This is the second chapter of this drama and also it's my first novel if you find mistakes or other issues then please don't be angry for the first time please support me.  For easy reading I have made some changes like sc ene . This gives you the full momentum vibe as you are standing there and watching this.

The early sunlight filters through lace curtains. Hana, now 20, sits at her study table, flipping through a fashion magazine. She’s radiant — her long hair cascades down her back and shining, and her gentle and beautiful face has matured into a quiet elegance. She has pale skin and dark blue eyes and according to the corner she is the most beautiful woman in their locality.

Corner, standing by the doorway, watches her with fatherly pride.

Corner (softly): “Hana, you’ll be late if you don’t start getting ready.

Hana (smiling): “Yes, Uncle Corner. But… do you really think I should go to tonight’s party? It’s such an important event for Youhan. Though grandma really hates me so..

“Corner (chuckling): “Of course. You’re part of this family too. Besides… it’s time you two meet again.”

Hana lowers her eyes, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.Corner knew that hana has a soft corner for Youhan. he believes that he is one that for whom Huyeng lost his life And he makes his daughter an orphan.(Dazed)

Hana (thinking): Youhan… after all these years, what will you see when you look at me? Just a child… or something more?

I really make it this day .

[ Rose Valle Mansion]

Meanwhile, at his grandmother’s grand estate, Youhan adjusts his cufflinks. He was just as charming as he was his old days Handsome and looking. At 26, his presence is commanding — tall, sharp-eyed, a perfect heir to KD Groups. His grandmother, Rose Valle, sits nearby, sipping tea.

Rose: “You’ve grown into a fine man, Youhan. Tonight, you’ll step into your father’s shoes. But tell me, are you ready for more than business?

”Youhan (calm, deflecting): “Responsibilities come first, Grandmother. Feelings… can wait.”

Yet when he looks at his reflection, he remembers a girl with wide, sparkling eyes.

Youhan (thinking): Hana… the child I once saw clinging shyly to Huyeng’s sleeve. Why does that memory still linger? Hana back then you snatched everything from me and I just stood afar  to watch and I would take my revenge. You  snatched my parents that day . Now you can see how I make your life like hell.(Smirk)

Evening falls. Hana slips into a pastel gown chosen by Corner’s wife. The delicate fabric hugs her form, shimmering under soft light. As she applies a touch of lipstick, her hands tremble slightly.

Hana (thinking): He won’t even remember me… but still, I can’t stop my heart from racing.

Corner, dressed in a formal suit, notices her nervousness and pats her shoulder.

Corner: “Don’t think too much. Just be yourself. That’s what Huyeng would want.”

Hana nods.

The hall is magnificent: crystal chandeliers, golden drapes, and polished marble floors. Guests in gowns and tuxedos mingle, glasses of champagne clinking.

As Hana and Corner step inside, murmurs ripple through the crowd. She’s striking — not just in beauty, but in the quiet grace she carries.Across the room, Youhan stands surrounded by business elites, his aura cool and composed. But when his eyes drift toward the entrance, they lock instantly onto Hana. Hana freezes, her breath caught in her throat Hana (thinking): It’s him… even more dazzling than I remembered.

Hana gathers her courage and approaches, her heels tapping softly against the marble floor. Each step feels like an eternity.

Hana (softly): “Y… Youhan.

”Youhan (his lips curve slightly, voice low but doesn't care): “It’s been a while, Hana. You’ve grown beautifully.”

Hana’s heart pounds. She bows her head slightly, hiding the redness on her cheeks.

Hana (thinking): His voice… deeper, steadier. But it still makes me feel the same.

Youhan (thinking): She’s no longer the little girl I knew. She’s… different. Too different.

From across the hall, Corner observes, sipping his drink.

Corner (thinking): Huyeng… look at them. It seems fate hasn’t forgotten our Hana. But Youhan… will his heart let her in?

Later That Night, in the Garden the party continues with laughter and music, but Hana steps outside for air. The garden glows under silver moonlight, roses blooming quietly in the night.

She takes a deep breath, her fingers brushing a flower petal.

Hana (thinking): Why does my chest feel

so tight? Just being near him… it’s overwhelming.

Footsteps echo behind her. She turns — it’s Youhan. His presence makes her heart stutter.

Youhan (quietly): “You slipped away from the party. I thought I’d find you here.

”Hana (flustered): “I just… needed some air.”

A silence hangs between them, filled with unspoken emotions. The night wind stirs gently.Finally, Youhan speaks, his tone softer than she has ever heard.

Youhan: “Hana… do you still… look at me the way you did back then?”

Hana : “Ooh ! You can see it's not that ... I just ”

Youhan : “So you didn't ! That's a relief then .”

Hana : “No no that's not what I meant I... actually want to tell you something for a long time but all the time you are so busy”.

Youhan (thinking ; is she going to confess to me her love ? No is she really ? ) : what is Hana ? You can tell me freely.

Hana : it's.....i... actually want to tell you that ..(close her eyes ) I'm in love with you for a long time !

Youhan (flustered ) :  w-h-a-t? ( I know she likes me but she's in love with me , what wait and how she can confess it all of a sudden? She's really bold enough. But what do I do now  ?)

The music and chatter of the ballroom echoed faintly behind her, but Hana barely heard any of it. Her vision blurred with tears as she hurried down the grand staircase, the glitter of chandeliers above her only making her pain feel sharper. The memory of Youhan’s cold words echoed in her head, tightening her chest until she could hardly breathe.

Her steps faltered. The world tilted.

Her heel slipped on the polished marble, and her body lurched forward.

But before panic could set in, a steady hand caught her.

Strong, warm fingers curled gently around her wrist, anchoring her in place. Hana gasped and looked up.

Before her stood a young man she had never seen before, yet in that instant, it felt as if the world had stopped just to let her see him. His tall frame, perfectly fitted in a dark tailored suit, carried effortless confidence. His eyes—deep, kind, and strikingly gentle—met hers with such calm that Hana felt her heartbeat stumble.

“Careful,” he said, his voice rich yet soft, a tone that seemed to soothe the storm inside her.

Hana blinked, still frozen in his grasp, her breath caught.

“I—I’m sorry…” she stammered, her cheeks warming.

The man smiled, the corner of his lips curving into something both charming and reassuring. “There’s no need to apologize. It would’ve been my greatest regret to let such a beautiful girl fall.”

Her heart skipped violently at his words. She had never been spoken to like that—not with such sincerity, not with such ease.

He slowly released her wrist but remained close, his presence steady, as though he was unwilling to let her stumble again.

“This must be our first meeting,” he said with polite confidence. “I’m Suinan. My father, Mr. Corner, works closely with your family.”

Hana’s eyes widened slightly. She had heard of Mr. Corner—her father’s esteemed business partner. But his son? She hadn’t expected someone like this.

“Hana…” she whispered, introducing herself, though her voice trembled.

Suinan’s eyes softened. “A lovely name, for a lovely lady.”

Hana’s face grew warmer. She didn’t know what to say, so she simply followed as he offered his arm and guided her gently back toward the ballroom.

The glittering lights of the chandeliers cast a dreamlike glow across the hall. Couples swayed, laughter floated in the air, and music played sweetly, weaving magic into the atmosphere. Hana had felt like an outsider moments ago, drowning in sorrow—but Suinan’s presence changed everything.

He spoke with ease as they walked. “You seemed troubled earlier. I hope I’m not wrong to say this, but… the night should be kinder to someone like you.”

His words felt like a balm to her heart. She gave him a small smile, shy but genuine—the first since her encounter with Youhan.

As if on cue, the crowd’s attention shifted. Youhan entered, Jeena’s hand looped around his arm. Guests admired them, whispering about how perfect they looked together. Hana’s chest tightened, but before her thoughts could sink back into despair, Suinan’s voice cut through the noise.

“Would you like to dance?”

Hana looked at him, startled. His hand was outstretched, his eyes never leaving hers. Unlike Youhan’s coldness, Suinan’s gaze was warm—patient, as though he was giving her the choice to step into something new.

She hesitated for only a moment. Then, slowly, she placed her hand into his.

The music shifted into a graceful waltz. Suinan’s hold was firm yet delicate, guiding her effortlessly as if they had danced together for years. Hana’s steps, uncertain at first, began to flow in rhythm with his.

“You’re a natural,” he murmured with a gentle smile.

Hana lowered her gaze, her lips curving in the faintest blush. “No… it’s just that you’re leading so well.”

Their laughter mingled softly, light and easy. For the first time that night, Hana’s heart felt light again, as though the pain was being washed away by something warmer, something unexpected.

Across the ballroom, Youhan’s eyes flickered toward them. His expression remained calm, lips curved in a polite smile as he stood with Jeena. But his gaze lingered too long—too sharp—watching Hana laugh with another man. Still, he said nothing.

The chandeliers sparkled overhead, the music carried them through the dance, and Hana found herself lost in the moment. Suinan’s hand was warm in hers, his presence comforting yet exciting, like a promise she didn’t know she wanted until now.

By the time the music faded, Hana realized she was smiling—a soft, genuine smile that felt foreign yet precious.

Suinan bowed slightly, his eyes still holding hers. “Thank you for the dance, Hana. I hope it won’t be our last.”

Her heart fluttered. Something inside her whispered that this night, which began in heartbreak, might just mark the beginning of something she had never imagined.

And as the party wound down, glittering lights dimming and laughter fading, Hana knew she would never forget the gentle stranger who caught her before she could fall.