The Heir’s Punishment
Kily Wook was twenty-seven years old and the only son of Chairman Fug, a powerful businessman whose wealth and influence were known far beyond the walls of his own company.
As the heir to his father’s empire, Kily had everything most people could only dream of—money, comfort, freedom, and a life without financial worries.
Unfortunately, he also had one habit that drove his father crazy.
Kily simply didn’t take life seriously.
At twenty-seven, instead of learning how to manage the family business, he spent most of his time enjoying himself.
Chairman Fug had tolerated it for years.
But his patience had finally run out.
One evening, he summoned Kily to his study.
The moment Kily entered the room, he noticed the stern expression on his father’s face.
“Kily!”
Kily stopped.
“Yes, Father?”
Chairman Fug stared at him angrily.
“You are twenty-seven years old!”
Kily remained silent.
“I know.”
“You know?” his father snapped. “You’re twenty-seven, yet you’re still playing around as though you’re a child!”
Kily sighed.
He already knew where this conversation was going.
Chairman Fug continued.
“You are my only son and the future heir of this family. How long do you intend to behave like this?”
“I’ll take care of things eventually.”
“Eventually?”
Chairman Fug slammed his hand against the desk.
“There is no ‘eventually’!”
Kily frowned.
His father then delivered the decision that would completely disrupt his comfortable life.
“Tomorrow, you’re going to our hotel in Brixton.”
Kily looked at him in confusion.
“What am I supposed to do there?”
“You’ll work.”
Kily’s eyes widened.
“Work?”
“For one month.”
Chairman Fug’s expression remained firm.
“You will start from the bottom. You’ll work as a bellboy and learn how the hotel operates.”
Kily couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Father, you’re asking me to work as a bellboy?”
“Exactly.”
“But I’m your son.”
“That’s precisely why I’m sending you there.”
Chairman Fug leaned back in his chair.
“You have spent your entire life enjoying the privileges that come with being my son. It’s time you learned what it means to work.”
Kily clenched his jaw.
He was clearly annoyed.
But after seeing his father’s expression, he knew arguing would be useless.
“How long?”
“One month.”
Kily exhaled heavily.
“Fine.”
“Tomorrow morning.”
Kily turned and walked out of the study, irritation written all over his face.
He had never imagined that being the heir of a wealthy family would somehow end with him carrying guests’ luggage.
Still, he had no idea that his father’s decision would lead him toward a meeting that would change his life.
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Lila was twenty-two years old.
Unlike Kily, she had never grown up surrounded by wealth.
She was a university student studying nutrition, working hard because she wanted to build a better future for herself.
But despite her efforts, there was one thing she could never escape—her mother’s past.
Lila’s mother had been an erotic film actress during the 1990s.
Because of that, Lila had been bullied throughout her school years.
Her classmates would whisper whenever she walked past.
“She’s the daughter of that actress.”
“The daughter of the naked actress.”
The words had followed Lila for years.
She hated hearing them.
Sometimes, she wished people would judge her for who she was instead of judging her because of her mother’s past.
Deep inside, Lila even resented her mother.
She knew her mother had made her own choices, and those choices had nothing to do with her.
But Lila was the one who had suffered because of them.
One evening, Lila returned home from university.
Her mother was waiting for her.
“Lila.”
“Yes?”
“I have something to tell you.”
Lila looked at her curiously.
Her mother smiled.
“I’m getting married.”
Lila froze.
“You’re what?”
“I’m getting married next week.”
Lila stared at her mother in surprise.
“Next week?”
Her mother nodded.
“The wedding will take place at Brixton Resort.”
Lila remained silent for a moment.
Then her mother gently took her hand.
“I want you to come.”
Lila looked at her.
“Mom…”
“Please, Lila. I really want you there.”
Lila didn’t immediately respond.
Her relationship with her mother had always been complicated.
There was love between them, but there was also the painful history that neither of them could completely erase.
Still, this was her mother’s wedding.
After a long silence, Lila finally said,
“I’ll come.”
Her mother smiled.
“Thank you.”
Neither Kily nor Lila knew what was waiting for them at Brixton Resort.
Kily was going there because his father wanted to teach him a lesson.
Lila was going there because her mother was getting married.
Two people from completely different worlds were about to enter the same place.
And neither of them knew that Brixton Resort would become the beginning of their story
