Trying to avoid her stalker neighbour, Kim Hana ends up running errands late as a sudden unexplained phenomenon traps her and the CEO of her new job, Kang Seo Joon in a transverse plane to be contract killers. Struggling to keep their life private from their colleagues while pretending to be husband and wife in the transverse plane, they rely on each other to get out of the situation they suddenly found themselves in, no matter the cost.

Except:
“Don’t think about it too much,” he said and she looked up from the tablet.
“You seem to assume you know what I am thinking,” she commented.
“I have handed a lot of people things to sign,” he said and she swallowed and used the stylus to sign where necessary. 
“You are right to be weary,” he said as he took back the tablet, “Don’t ever sign any document carelessly unless I gave it to you,” he said and her eyes followed his hands as he retrieved a bag and handed it to her. Inside were her medication and a box containing three rings, a pair of earrings and a bracelet. She did not need telling that these were very expensive brands.
“What in the K-drama are these?” she asked and could not control the laughter that broke from his throat. It was a deep and soft laugh. She was so taken aback by it that she paused and stared for a moment. She was busy with all that was happening around them all this while, but now that she thought about it, he was really good-looking.

Like something straight out of a Kdrama, there is a rich heir and his poor employee, who have come to each other's company through unusual means. Like a scene out of a telenovela, a young inexperienced girl is thrown into a large clan and must find her feet in this new family. Like a page ripped from a Wattpad novel, a young girl must navigate her relationship in the shadows of korea's underworld akin to the mafia and prove herself worthy of being there, whilst protected fiercely by a deeply complicated man. Red String Over NamHan River is a story of two different pe

Red String Over NamHan River

The mechanical voice scared Kim Hana so much, her heart immediately dropped to her stomach in dread. Again? She was going in there again? 


“Retrieval in Thirty Minutes. Freelancers, get ready for retrieval,” the mechanical voice said. 


“Hana-ssi, calm down. Breathe,” Kim Hana heard Kang Seo Joon say. On my then did she notice that she was trembling like a leaf. 


“Breathe, Hana-ssi,” Kang Seo Joon urged her. She realized he had his hand on her shoulder, steadying her. 


She took several deep breaths. It took her a few minutes to calm down. Afterwards, she had a slight tremble in her hands. 


“We have about twenty-four minutes left. Wear your mask,” he urged her. 


Kim Hana hurriedly pulled a mask from her purse and wore it. She unhooked the bottom of her collar and raised it over her neck to her face. 


When she was done, she noticed Kang Seo Joon had quickly taken off his shirt and was changing into a black tee shirt. 


Sunday Killers