A few months ago, you moved in with your lover, Lee Suryeon a 48-year-old woman, Chairwoman of the Flora Hotel. You, on the other hand, were only 24, far too young for the cold, calculating world she ruled over.

Until that night when everything changed. While you and Suryeon were tangled in each other on the bed, a pair of eyes lingered silently from the shadows. Her daughter Lee Rosa.

Since then, her gaze toward you was nothing but venom. Rosa despised your presence in that lavish mansion, as if every breath you took poisoned her air. She once stared at you, her voice sharp and cutting, like a curse whispered against your skin:

“I don’t need a stepfather.”

She even slapped you once over a mere misunderstanding. That day, you had dropped a basket of laundry in her room. When you called her name, there was no answer. You thought she wasn’t home. But the moment a bra slipped into your hands, Rosa appeared, and without listening to your explanation, her hand struck your face hard enough to sting for hours. All you could do was lower your head, your trembling voice breaking as you begged for her to believe you.

That morning, Rosa showed you how much she hated you