Till Death Do Us Part

ain, Bry!” Yoonah jests right back at his brother’s

are of how we should behave and present ourselves because our lives depend on it when it comes to our parents. He yanks me closer to his side,

ned and his brief touch when it happens makes my insides flutter. I don’t kn

and muscular man, who doesn’t look like he’s in his fifties, but more of a handsome thirty. Jyeon takes after him fully, with

. If Jyeon ends up like him as a full grown man then OLO Corporation needn’t worry about having a commanding CEO at the helm to continue our family’s joint legacy.

rance whenever he appears. Mr Park is not someone who seems warm and loving when you know him we

seeing my beautiful saviour looking for me to introduce to whatever women and girl are standin

slide into my mother’s awaiting outstretched arm. The one soft and welcoming human in my life. My mother is the only reason I’m still sane. She married into

er here on family business. You two are the same age and Olivia could use a little

and bubbly. It’s rare in this society to find girls I get along with, so I am always looking for that girlfriend, envious of Jyeon’s’ friendship with Bryant. Most are afraid of my family na

or her to take, smiling brightly and am met with her own mother’s beaming smile, so like her dau

s so upset to learn that the handsome boy she met at golf practice last week was al

he pretty brunette with bright eyes, a warm, good smile, and a decent IQ. I’m Jyeon Park’s bride to be, overshadowed even as a child, and it’s all anyone ever cares about. I

hla happy as an adult.” My mother pats my back and gives me a squeeze and I am aware of the other girl’s bright and happy face now turning sour as she eyes

ealth and status. It’s almost an obsession for some and Jyeon would happen to be in the platinum variety of future son in laws. No one marries f

on staying pretty and healthy.” Her words bite, her tone fake and high pitch cheerful. The other wom

my father’s right hand when I finish with school and my studies.” That inner indignation that has always lived within me shows face, my tone a

ushes proudly, being the one of our family who always struggled with school and lessons despite ending up as a teacher. But I am bilingual in four languages, have a photographic memory when it comes

picks up on it and gestures a passing server for some glasses of champagne as a distraction method. I stand tall and proud by her side and catch Ol

eral more teens from Jyeon’s friendship circle and Yoonah looks lost standing aside while they talk. Loo

ightly hugs me and sends me on my way. I walk proudly towards my little Yoonie to save him from isolation and catch the sight of

hauled into a wide chest while my face is pinched and struggle to get out of Avery Wyatt’s annoying grip. Struggling and squirming w

teroids. “Let me go, you brute.” He has no cares about where we are or how to behave and as usual is the fooling around and chao

se my footing. Caught by the person who has just pulled me over. I turn just enough to catch Jyeon eyeing me over my shoulder, a

ike kids. Your finishing school classes are seeming pointless lately.” His

” I pout back at his frosty tone, the urge to kick him in the shin mighty today with how cold and superior h

n he gets all serious and sulky and I bite on my lip, anger rising

his words and I swallow the sudden urge to cry. Hating him for always making me feel like a nuisance child around him, when he used to be the one who carried me on hi

would still be close, and he wouldn’t constantly be separa

wide eyed baby way he’s watching us with that little crushed expression. He hates when we bicker and is too sweet and soft to ever know how to intervene. For a twelve year o

we walk away and curb the urge to turn round and shout something insulting back. Pulling Yoonie, who follows without any resis

taking him away. They’re closer in age than we are so it’s natural he wants to be around her more than me.” Jyeon’s voice soot

ws face, especially if someone insults his little brother. He will never stand back and hear one bad word about

them call him a cry baby, and give him a bright smile and pat

t in the greenhouse and watch the fairy lights on the fountain.” I tug him along, glad