Prologue

Gu Jun Pyo hated New York. Although teeming with humans, NewYork had always seemed a little cold to this young plutocrat. The 25 years old heir of Shinwha Group much preferred the soft warmth of his home town Seoul. The people there seemed much friendlier, compared to the ones in New York who always seemed in a hurry. While he couldn't deny that this bustling metropolis had its own charm and could be very beautiful, but given a choice, he would pick up Seoul over New York any day.

Seoul housed fond memories of his childhood and youth spent with his best friends and brothers, the F4; the surgeon, musician and grandson of Seoul former president and owner of a football team Yoon Ji Hoo, the owner of the Song Sun Mi construction company and the boss of the most powerful Mafia gang of Seoul Song Woo Bin and the world famous potter and owner of the Woo Sung Museum, So Yi Jung. The F4 were rightly called the princes of Seoul, the modern day royalty. Jun Pyo smiled faintly as he recalled the faces of his beloved friends.

He loved the very air of Seoul, because it was the air that she breathed - his high-school sweetheart and now his wife, Geum Jan Di. He had another five days to go before he could go back to Seoul, to his friends and his wife who was now four months pregnant.

His car moved a few inches and stopped again at a red light, electing yet another long suffering sigh from Jun Pyo. Another thing that he hated about New York was its traffic. He had been sitting in the car for past forty-five minutes and his car had barely moved a mile. He wanted to pull out his hair, or teeth, depending on which one would provide him more entertainment. The good thing was that he wasn't the one driving. Clicking in annoyance he brought out his cell phone and started to play a game, but without Jan Di constant chatter or Woo Bin's smart ass comments or Yi Jung's jibes or Ji Hoo's smirks, even the game was boring. He clamped his phone shut and rotated his neck to relieve it of the crick it was beginning to develop. It was then that he spotted her.

His phone fell from his hand as his jaw dropped open. There she was, right in front of his car, attempting to cross the road. Pure shock had paralyzed his body but his eyes followed her as she moved away from him and towards the side walk and away from him.

"Shit!" he muttered as he flung the door open and started to run.

"Young Master!" the harried driver screamed after him but Jun Pyo was too preoccupied to listen.

As he ran over to the side walk, ignoring the honking cars, he kept muttering a fervent prayer in his mind. He hadn't seen her in a while and she had definitely changed, but he was fairly sure it was her. He wouldn't make that mistake. She was far too important for that.

He roughly pushed the crowd as he made his way towards the petite woman who continued to walk, apparently quite at ease with the sea of people that surrounded her. Jun Pyo didn't have her experience of navigating through this throng and it took him a while, but all the time he kept his eyes fixed on her black hair and grey coat. But where he lacked in skill, he made up in built. His legs were longer than hers so he covered ground faster than her and therefore it wasn't long before he caught up to her. Without thinking about what anyone would think or how she would react, he grabbed her hand.

She whirled around, her eyes wide and swung her hand-bag at him with all her might. One advantage of being married to Jan Di was that he had become an expert at dodging flying attacks and he had no problem avoiding this one either.

"Yah!" he screamed in Korean, "Who do you think you're hitting?"

Blood drained from her face as recognition settled in, "J- J – Jun Pyo?"

He grinned, "Long time, no see, Chu Ga Eul."