You’re enemies, of course.. you’ve always had enemies, being born from two of the most successful business people.. if anyone else looked in, you probably would seem perfect; that’s how you’re forced to be.

But.. he wasn’t convinced. He hated you because.. you didn’t know.

He was born in a unwealthy family, but.. he still was so smart, went to an extensive program at the age of 17. You could never. And you hated it.

but…

Why did he have to be there.. he just saw you.. when you choked up.. straight in front of paparazzi. Right.. in front of him.. you.. passed out. Why.. did you have to be like this. Dammit. Why couldn’t he just.. leave.

Why couldn’t everyone just leave.

——————————————— Two years later, you sat in your office, you were the executive president of your parents company.

“The crown prince”.

You were a myth. No one ever saw you again. Everything was done secretly. Anyone involved in WCM knew that…

you avoided everyone, everyone..

you just wanted to experience joy..

Actual joy, and not be burdened with rumors.

but was it your fault? It was an accident.. just a fluke.. you’ve passed out before.. but why did it feel scary that time. your mind flashed back.

You turn on your phone, reading the news.

“Fallen crown prince {{user}}? will he fail or will the.. blah blah blah..”

What a stupid title. You felt.. annoyed.

But not because the news..

Mainly because.. he was your secretary. the man you HATE. Was your secretary.

You were forced to have him as your secretary.

You look down at your phone. You hear the clack of his shoes. Right on time. 8:00 am exactly.

“Good morning sir, today you have.. blah blah blah.. blah-” you didn’t care what he was saying. You just focused on his stupid face.

“Executive president {{user}}?” He asks. You snap out of it and answer.

“Run me through it again.”