AS Mandie opens her home's gate, she sings happily. Finally, she's home after a long and tiring day. But today has been a joyous one; she met some new friends in the persons of grandfather Dan and uncle Jin. While on the journey home, she shared almost everything about her life with them. They learned that she's an orphan, yet they admired her for maintaining a positive outlook on life and living it well. They manage several businesses that will eventually be passed down to Dan's grandchild, whom he claims to be quite mischievous. Mandie couldn't help but have a fondness for that man, though they might not get along due to his mischievous nature.

She walked toward the door, unlocking it, causing a creaking noise in the silence. She felt along the wall to find the switch and turned it on.

What Mandie saw left her in shock, her eyes wide in disbelief. Her mouth literally dropped open. She gathered all her breath, diaphragm, and screamed at the top of her lungs.

She must be dreaming! Yes, it must be a dream!

There was a man sitting on the sofa, with a woman straddling him, kissing as if there's no tomorrow. The woman was wearing a skimpy outfit, looking tired of the man's affection. The man had only boxer shorts on, and... Oh heaven! How could she find the right words to describe that scene?

She let out all the air from her lungs and continued screaming.

"Will you shut the hell up?"

She stopped screaming upon hearing the loud voice. She observed them. The woman seemed unsure of what to do, while the man glared at her. But who cares? She needed to say something. What were these people doing in her house? She wouldn't allow them to disrespect her home.

"Who are you? What are you doing inside my house?" the man asked sharply. He didn't bother to dress properly, and he also avoided making eye contact with her. Damn it! Her beautiful eyes were being wasted.

"Who am I?" she muttered to herself in disbelief. "I'm Mandie." Wait, why was she introducing herself to them? Hold on... this was her house, right? Was this man going crazy? She wasn't lost; this was her house that these people violated. She looked at them, as if waiting for her response, but something felt off. Why did she feel like she was on trial and being pushed to her limits? No, it couldn't be! She would fight back! She needed to win this trial!

She took a deep breath, pondered what she could do, and suddenly, it was as if a light bulb went off in her mind. Thanks to her neurons, they quickly worked their magic. She stood up straight, squinted her eyes at them, certain that her slanted eyes looked even narrower. She used to be a member of the theater in their school, and now she could put that learning to use.

"How dare you!" she shouted loudly and pointed at them. "You have the audacity to flirt inside my house! And you pretend not to know me when you're actually my husband?" she pretended to almost cry. It was the only way she knew to drive them away and embarrass them.

"You!" she glared at the woman, seeing her taken aback. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself, flirting with my husband?!" She held her chest, knowing her acting was convincing. Tears streamed down her face, "You, man! You're so heartless! This is what you do in revenge? After I gave you everything—my body and soul," she said dramatically, "just because I'm pregnant, you looked for someone else who could give you... give you," she burst into tears. "I hate you for doing this to me," she continued sobbing.

She saw the woman stand up and pick up the clothes scattered on the floor. The woman was fair-skinned, but she couldn't be sure if that was her real complexion. Her figure was like that of a model, but she couldn't tell which part of it was natural or the result of science. She was certain that both were fake!

The woman's expression was not surprising anymore. Her sharp eyes looked at the man and slapped him hard. He was shocked by what she did.

"You have the nerve! You liar! You said you were still single, but it turns out you were just fooling me! You're already married, and she's pregnant now!" The woman was on the verge of tears as she ran out of the house without looking back.

Mandie glanced at the retreating woman and then turned her gaze to the man, who couldn't believe what had happened. She noticed his cheeks had turned red from the slap.

"Hey, man! The show is over, why are you still gawking there?" she said sharply, wiping her tears with an air of arrogance. They still had a lot to answer for. She needed to know what they were doing in her house.

He looked at her sharply, "Who are you, really?"

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me say my name?" She grinned, "And you have the audacity to ask who I am? Hey, mister! I should be the one asking who you are and what you're doing inside my house!" she continued her rant.

"I don't know what you are talking about, lady. This is my house, not yours! And I can do whatever I want inside my own house. So, if I were you, I'd leave if you don't want me to file a trespassing and scandal case against you," he said firmly, gritting his teeth.

"Huh! Who do you think you're threatening? Me?" she defiantly retorted. "I will sue you for trespassing because you and your companion entered my house without my permission, and you had the audacity to do indecent acts here. I will also file an alarm and scandal case against you. You're so audacious, aren't you?" she said with irritation. If he thought he could fool her, well, he was wrong! "My parents are still alive, and I live here, so don't try to fool me into believing that this house is yours. If I were you, I'd leave before I lose my patience. You," she pointed at him. "Scram!"

He approached her slowly. She instinctively stepped back, but there was nowhere else to go. Goodness! He was only wearing boxer shorts, and she could see the intensity in his eyes as he looked at her.

She swallowed hard as he brought his face close to hers, her heart pounding fast. "You know what, Miss, you talk too much. If someone should leave here, it's you," he said firmly. "This house is mine, do you understand? Don't act like you're innocent either. Do you know what you're teasing?" Her eyes widened as she realized the meaning of his words. This man was so rude.

Before he could say anything else, she pushed him forcefully, causing him to stumble and grab onto the sofa for support. He moved away and looked at her with a hint of anger.

She grinned, "Good for you. That's what perverts like you deserve. I'm sure you won't be teased anymore," she said, gesturing towards his lower region. "It's already retreated," she added mockingly.

He glared at her sharply, seemingly unsure of what to do next, then suddenly lunged forward, but she swiftly dodged his attempt, causing him to crash near the door.

"Neo-neun silmangseureoun yeojaya!" he threatened in a language she didn't understand, but she was sure it was Korean. "I'll make sure you pay for what you did to me tonight!"

She shrugged, "Speaking Korean won't work here, ugly Korean! But it's a free country, you can do what you want," she said playfully.

His glare intensified, and he was about to charge at her again when she deftly evaded. He ended up slamming against the door.

Without hesitation, she pushed him out of the door and locked it. She brushed her hands together and smiled.

"Hey! Open this door! Once I get inside, you're in trouble, you woman!" he banged on the door.

"I don't want to. It's better if you go back home instead of bothering my life. Don't worry, I won't report you to the police as long as you leave my house," she shouted back.

"I'll report you to the police, woman!" he yelled in anger.

"Okay!" she said nonchalantly and went back to her room, ignoring the banging on the door.

She took a deep breath. That man was lucky she was kind, otherwise... she had already seen undesirable things, and he was trying to take over her house. She admitted he was handsome, tall, and had a good body. Handsome face too. Wait! Why was she praising that man?

'Pretend all you want, but you were tempted by his hot body and his sexy lips. Don't you like Koreans?' a part of her mind said.

'Duh! His body is ugly, another part contradicted. This girl is just playing around, you were flirting a while ago,' it insisted. 'I don't like that Korean guy at all', she countered again in her mind.

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SEUNGCHEOL kicked angrily at the stone blocking his path. Damn that woman for doing this to him. He was furious with her for kicking him out of his own house.

How could he sleep like this, wearing only boxer shorts? He couldn't even reach his grandfather because his phone and all his belongings were inside the house. Even his car keys were in there. He cursed silently.

He couldn't understand why that woman was claiming his house as her own. She even said she had been living there since she was young. His grandfather had told him the other day that he had a house as a gift for him. He was thrilled when he heard that and decided to visit the address his grandfather gave him. The address was correct; it was indeed the beautiful glass house he described. He couldn't let that woman take it away from him. He wasn't mistaken; it was the house his grandfather gifted him, but why was someone else living there? He needed to call his grandfather to explain what happened, but how could he do that when all his belongings were inside?

He was irritated with that woman. Not only did she ruin his momentum with Missy, his latest "flavor of the month," but she also slapped him and called him a liar. No woman had ever slapped him, and he was always the one to end relationships with women. But that woman ruined his streak. Missy ended their relationship with a strong slap, and it was all that woman's fault. He didn't understand why that woman played the role of his wife. Perhaps to irritate him and save herself from embarrassment, but what infuriated him the most was that she called him "husband". She would pay for what she did, and it still hurt him now.

He couldn't think of anything else to do. He couldn't leave wearing only boxer shorts. People might mistake him for crazy, and someone might recognize him. Goodness!

He was Seungcheol Choi, the famous Korean supermodel. That woman would regret what she did tonight.

He walked around, looking for a place to sleep. He found a storage shed at the back and grabbed some cardboard boxes to lay down.

"What a ridiculous life! Tomorrow, I'll have that woman arrested," he spoke to himself angrily. He had no choice but to close his eyes, even though he knew he'd have a hard time sleeping that night.

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MANDIE woke up early to ensure her safety. She didn't sleep well because of that man who just entered her house.

She went to the kitchen and grabbed a pan. It was better to be prepared just in case. With the pan in hand, she went to the living room. She found the man's things scattered around—his pants, clothes, and some belongings. Oh right, he was wearing only boxer shorts last night. How did he manage to come home like that? She suppressed a laugh at the funny image in her mind. She was mean for laughing at him, but he deserved it for breaking into her house. But it was good that he did because he entered her house.

She picked up his pants and felt around them. She found a wallet and opened it. Several credit cards and cards revealed themselves.

"Choi Seungcheol, model," she read aloud. "So, he's Korean. A model? Tss! He doesn't look like a model, he's quite ugly," she countered. "But wait, I think I've heard his name before." She tried to recall, but nothing came to mind. "I don't care who he is."

She rummaged through the wallet again. "Does a model only have a thousand in his wallet? Maybe he's a bread model on the street," she sarcastically mocked the contents of his wallet. She let go of the wallet and checked his phone resting on the sofa. A picture of a beautiful woman caught her eye.

"Probably his mother, he's a mama's boy," she thought.

When she got tired of snooping around, she put the man's things aside and looked out the window. Everything seemed quiet; she was sure he had left. She opened the door and peeped outside. Nothing seemed unusual. She closed the door again and took the pan she had brought earlier.

She stepped outside and slowly walked around the house, feeling like she was hunting for something. She went to the back to check the storage shed, and to her surprise, she found the Korean man lying on the cardboard, still curled up.

So, he hadn't left yet. He endured the storage shed? She couldn't believe it! The Korean model slept in the shed wearing only boxer shorts? "Should I take a picture of him?" her mischievous mind suggested.

Without hesitation, she quickly went back to her room and grabbed her most cherished camera.

When she returned, she took pictures of him from various angles. Her hands moved instinctively to capture him. As she was about to take one last shot, he suddenly opened his eyes and hugged her tightly.

She froze for a moment, dropping her camera. Her heartbeat quickened. Why was that? She felt breathless, unable to explain. He held her tightly for a while. She felt him trembling.

"C-Cold," he stammered.

That's when she snapped out of it. She broke free from his embrace and took the pan beside her, swinging it towards his head.

"Ouch! Why did you hit me?" he exclaimed angrily.

She stood up and moved away, "W-why did you hug me?" she stammered.

'Why are you stammering?' one part of her mind said.

'Tsk!' she countered.

He touched his head where she hit him, "I'm cold. Do you think I can sleep wearing only boxer shorts in this shed?" he sarcastically shouted.

She frowned, "I was just surprised, sorry. Why did you even sleep here?"

"Where else could I sleep when I only have boxer shorts on and all my belongings are inside? You're really going overboard, woman," he grumbled.

"You pushed me, locked me in this shed, and even hit me with a pan. Another physical injury. I have so many cases to file against you."

She glared at him, "This is all your fault, so suffer the consequences."

He grinned and touched her camera, "What if I don't give this back?" he teased.

Without hesitation, she kicked him. He let go of her camera, and she immediately took it and moved away.

She gave him a dirty look.

"I'm counting your offenses against me, woman! Prepare yourself, remember that," he said sternly while rubbing his leg.

She just rolled her eyes and left him in anger.

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