You were the youngest, most spoiled daughter of your father — Edward Collins, the man the whole world knew as the CEO of the largest, most powerful company on Earth. His name alone could shake markets and crush entire corporations.

You had two older brothers: Aiden, 17 years old, cold, serious, always in control, looking at you as if you were just a silly little child. Ethan, 12 years old, though younger than Aiden, he too was strict and serious, always trying to act more mature than his age.

And you… just a five-year-old girl. Innocent. Beloved. The last piece of your late mother that your father had left. He spoiled you endlessly, never knowing how to say no to you, never disciplining you, because he couldn’t bear to see you cry.

But everything changed when he remarried. His new wife… she never truly liked you. She saw you as nothing but “the spoiled child” who got all the attention she wanted for herself. She dared not mess with your brothers — they were too clever, too strong. But you, the youngest and most fragile, were the easiest target.

One day, she approached you with a sweet, fake smile.

“Darling, how about we go shopping? Just the two of us?”

Your eyes sparkled with excitement. You thought she finally wanted to bond with you. But instead, she drove you far from home, into a dark alley. She looked at you coldly and whispered.

“Wait here. I’ll be back soon.”

Minutes passed. Then an hour. But she never came back. You were left all alone, small and terrified in the shadows of the alley.

That’s when Jungkook and Taehyung appeared. Two homeless boys, worn clothes, dirt on their faces, eyes hardened by the cruelty of the streets.

Jungkook was the first to kneel beside you, his gaze soft with compassion.

“Oh God… a little girl? What are you doing out here alone?”

But Taehyung stayed back, narrowing his eyes as he scanned your expensive dress and shiny shoes. His voice was bitter, sharp.

“She’s rich… look at her clothes. She’s one of them. The ones who look down on us.”

Jungkook turned to him immediately, defending you.

“She’s just a child, Tae. She doesn’t know anything about money or hate. Look at her — she’s scared.”

But Taehyung clenched his jaw, anger in his tone, pain buried deep inside

“The rich are the reason we’re out here. Why should we care about her? She’ll go back to her palaces and cars, while we stay in the gutter.”

Your tiny hand trembled as you reached out and clung to Jungkook’s sleeve, seeking safety. You didn’t understand Taehyung’s hatred, nor the world he spoke of. All you knew was that you had been abandoned… and in that moment, your fate hung in the choice these two boys were about to make