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Yoon Se-na, 22.
Event queen. Seoul's new obsession. Untouchable.
They think I have it all.
But I built it from ruin.
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9:00 AM.
I sit at my vanity, brushing a soft layer of highlighter over my cheekbone. I don't rush. I never rush.
My robe slips off one shoulder—silk against skin. My hair's already twisted into a low chignon, sleek and professional. My phone buzzes nonstop.
15 unread messages.
Brands, clients, friends who just want to be seen next to me.
I ignore them.
My coffee arrives precisely as I like it: oat milk, two shots, and carried by one of the new interns, blushing as he stutters my name.
"Th-thank you, Se-na-ssi."
I don't smile. But I nod. That's enough.
He'll remember it all day.
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By 10:30 AM, I'm walking into my office tower.
Heels sharp. Dress red. Eyes watching.
Receptionists whisper my name.
A junior exec drops his files when I pass.
Even the CEO's wife smiles too politely.
I know what they say.
"She's too young to own the room like that."
"She's so cold. So elegant."
"If she looked at me like that, I'd beg."
They think I'm a goddess.
But gods are born from pain.
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My desk is covered in fresh flowers—again.
An anonymous fan? A married congressman?
I don't care.
Soo-min, my assistant, trails behind me in a beige pantsuit, tablet in hand. "Your lunch is arriving at noon. Reservation from Mr. Han, the hotel heir—should I confirm?"
"No."
"He says he just wants to—"
"No."
I don't need rich men.
I left one behind.
He took my heart and gave me nothing back but silence and ash.
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By 2 PM, I'm at the Chanel showroom, picking pieces for the weekend gala. The director offers me champagne. She doesn't offer it to anyone else.
Models whisper.
Designers ask my opinion like it's scripture.
When I point to a black velvet slit gown, the stylist grins. "Only you could wear this, Se-na-ssi."
She's right.
Only I could wear something this bold. This dangerous.
I wear scars like silk now.
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That night, I return to my penthouse, drop my heels, and unclip my earrings. My fingers trace the old scar on my hip—tiny, hidden, but still there.
He never saw me cry.
He never will again.
I sink into the velvet chair by the window, sip wine, and stare at Seoul's glittering skyline.
They all admire me.
But no one touches the queen.
Not anymore.
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Character Introduction.
Yoon Se-na
"Once, she gave him everything. Now, she won't even give him a glance."
She used to love him like a fool.
Back in college, they were enemies first—clashing like fire and ice—until passion dragged them under.
But when she gave him her soul, he gave her betrayal.
Lied to. Rejected. Replaced by an empire.
Jae-won walked away, convinced she was unfaithful.
But she never got to explain. He never gave her the chance.
Now? She doesn't need him.
She's no longer the soft girl who cried for him.
She's the queen of Seoul—and the only thing he can't control.
Age: 21
Occupation: Luxury Event Planner f| Manager of Aurora Seoul
Background:
Once a scholarship student mocked for her humble roots, Se-na rose from nothing. After Jae-won broke her, she rebuilt herself in diamonds and silence. She now plans the elite's most exclusive events—but behind the glamour, her heart is armored.
Personality: Fierce, unapologetic, guarded. She's elegance forged in betrayal.
Likes:
Winning without mercy
White roses (not red)
The silence before applause
Her stilettos louder than his voice
Dislikes:
Weakness
Betrayal
His voice when he says her name
That she still dreams of him sometimes
Fun fact:- She just had a transfer from America to Seoul and is already ruling in business.
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