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Writing this story took a lot of courage because I kept wondering whether people would like it or not. There were many moments when I doubted myself. Many times I thought about deleting everything and giving up before even posting the first chapter.

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The world knew the Jeon family as untouchable.

They were the kind of people who appeared on magazine covers, attended exclusive gatherings, and shook hands with politicians and billionaires.

Their wealth was beyond imagination.

Their influence stretched across countries.

Their reputation was carefully built over decades.

To ordinary people, the Jeons were living proof that money could buy everything.

And perhaps that was the problem.

Because Jeon Jungkook's parents genuinely believed it.

They believed money could solve any problem.

Money could silence any accusation.

Money could erase any mistake.

And money could place them above everyone else.

Including their own child.

Jungkook was their only son.

The sole heir to the enormous Jeon empire.

A child who should have been surrounded by love and affection.

Instead, he grew up surrounded by loneliness.

From the outside, his life looked perfect.

He lived in a mansion larger than most luxury hotels.

He owned toys worth thousands of dollars.

He attended prestigious schools.

He wore expensive clothes.

Everything he could ever want was handed to him immediately.

Everything except love.

His parents spent most of their lives chasing money and reputation.

His father managed businesses across multiple countries.

His mother controlled several successful companies of her own.

Both were obsessed with expanding their influence.

Both were obsessed with becoming richer.

And somewhere between their ambition and greed, they forgot they had a child.

When Jungkook was very young, they mostly ignored him.

Birthdays were organized by servants.

School events were attended by no one.

Achievements were forgotten within hours.

Every time he hoped they would notice him, he was disappointed.

At first, he didn't understand.

He thought they were simply busy.

He believed they would eventually make time for him.

Children always believe their parents love them.

Jungkook was no different.

But reality was much crueler.

As years passed, the relationship between his parents continued to deteriorate.

Arguments became common.

Their marriage slowly collapsed.

And somehow, they found someone to blame.

Jungkook.

They never said it directly.

But their actions made it obvious.

His birth had become a symbol of everything they hated about their lives.

Every failed argument.

Every ruined moment.

Every ounce of bitterness between them.

Somehow, it always led back to him.

When Jungkook turned six, things became worse.

Much worse.

The neglect transformed into cruelty.

Their frustration found an outlet.

And that outlet was their son.

Harsh words became part of his daily life.

Nothing he did was ever good enough.

If he succeeded, they ignored him.

If he failed, they criticized him.

If he spoke too much, he was annoying.

If he remained quiet, he was strange.

There was no winning.

No matter what he did, he was wrong.

The mansion that should have felt like a home slowly became a prison.

A beautiful prison built from marble, glass, and gold.

The servants noticed what was happening.

The teachers occasionally noticed too.

There were moments when questions were asked.

Moments when people became suspicious.

But the Jeons were powerful.

Powerful enough to make problems disappear.

Powerful enough to ensure nobody looked too closely.

Money always protected them.

Money always won.

Jungkook learned that lesson early.

No one was coming to save him.

No one was coming to help him.

The world only cared about people like his parents.

Not children like him.

Year after year, the loneliness grew.

At first, it hurt.

Then it became familiar.

Then it became normal.

Pain became something he expected.

Disappointment became routine.

By the age of eight, Jungkook had already stopped hoping for affection.

By the age of nine, he stopped trying to earn their approval.

By the age of ten, he barely reacted to anything at all.

The cheerful child he might have become had disappeared.

His smiles became rare.

His laughter vanished.

His eyes lost their warmth.

He spent most of his time alone.

Reading.

Thinking.

Staring out the windows of the mansion.

Watching the world move while he remained trapped inside.

People often assumed he was mature for his age.

The truth was much sadder.

He wasn't mature.

He was exhausted.

Exhausted from hoping.

Exhausted from being disappointed.

Exhausted from caring.

Eventually, he stopped caring altogether.

Numbness became his shield.

Silence became his companion.

And loneliness became the only thing he could truly rely on.

Then, when he was eleven years old, everything changed.

It happened on an ordinary evening.

The mansion was unusually quiet.

Rain tapped softly against the windows.

Jungkook sat alone in one of the many rooms, reading a book.

The sound of vehicles entering the estate broke the silence.

One car.

Then another.

Then another.

Soon, the driveway was filled with black luxury vehicles.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Men in expensive suits entered the mansion.

Lawyers.

Executives.

Security personnel.

Even the servants looked nervous.

Whispers spread through the hallways.

Nobody seemed willing to speak openly.

Hours passed.

The atmosphere grew heavier.

Finally, one of the family lawyers approached Jungkook.

The man looked uncomfortable.

Almost frightened.

"Young Master Jeon," he said quietly.

Jungkook looked up.

"There has been an incident."

The lawyer hesitated.

Then continued.

"Your parents are dead."

Silence filled the room.

According to the reports, their deaths were connected to a notorious mafia organization.

The details remained unclear.

Questions remained unanswered.

But one thing was certain.

Jeon Jungkook's parents were gone.

Forever.

The room seemed to freeze.

Everyone waited.

The servants waited.

The lawyers waited.

The executives waited.

They expected tears.

Shock.

Grief.

Anything.

But none of it came.

Jungkook simply stared at the floor.

Quiet.

Expressionless.

Still.

For several moments, nobody spoke.

Then the lawyer continued.

"There is another matter."

Jungkook slowly raised his eyes.

"As their only legal heir, all assets owned by the Jeon family have been transferred to you."

Everything.

Every company.

Every property.

Every investment.

Every bank account.

Every share.

Every piece of wealth carrying the Jeon name.

All of it belonged to him.

At eleven years old, Jeon Jungkook became one of the richest people in the world.

The irony almost made him laugh.

When he needed help, nobody cared.

When he became rich, everyone suddenly paid attention.

The people who had barely acknowledged his existence now treated him with respect.

Not because they cared about him.

Because they cared about what he owned.

Money.

The same thing his parents had worshipped their entire lives.

Now it belonged to him.

Yet he felt nothing.

No excitement.

No happiness.

No pride.

Only silence.

Later that night, after everyone had left him alone, Jungkook stood before the enormous window in his bedroom.

The city lights glittered beneath the rain.

The mansion was quieter than it had ever been.

No arguments.

No criticism.

No resentment.

No parents.

For the first time in his life, nobody controlled him.

Nobody expected anything from him.

Nobody could hurt him.

He was free.

Completely free.

Yet freedom felt strange.

Almost unfamiliar.

After spending his entire childhood trapped inside a cage, he no longer knew what freedom was supposed to feel like.

Behind him stood a mansion worth millions.

Beneath him stood an empire worth billions.

Ahead of him stood a future filled with uncertainty.

And deep inside him remained a silence carved by years of loneliness.

A silence that would follow him wherever he went.

A silence that, one day, would become something much darker.