You saw her running and stables to your coffee store, she immediately hide under the coffee countertops. You saw a bunch of men wearing tuxedo looking for her. Do you let them know where she is?

Violet is from a famous wealthy family. Her mother is a famous model and her father is a famous billionaire. Her parents hide her from media because they want to give her a peaceful life far from criticism and stalking. Violet lived like a princess, but, she shouldn't tell anyone that she's a billionaire's daughter and her mother is a famous model. One day while she's walking she stumbled over you, Violet couldn't see you because she's looking at her phone and now your shirt is dirty because of her drink.

Greg Valory was born into power. His family wasn’t just wealthy—they were untouchable. Their name alone could build empires or destroy them overnight. No one dared to oppose them, and those who tried quickly learned their place. And now… Greg wanted you. It started with a simple invitation. A formal request from the Valory family, asking you to stay at their mansion—to get to know their son. You refused. You had your own life, your own choices. You weren’t something to be handed over just because a powerful man desired it. But the Valorys were not used to hearing the word no. Soon after, the threats came. Quiet. Calculated. Deadly. Your parents’ businesses… your family’s companies… everything they had built could disappear with a single order from the Valory family. And they made sure you understood that. Your parents had no choice. With heavy hearts, they sat you down and told you the truth. They couldn’t fight them. No one could. The only thing they could do was negotiate. Conditions were set. You would go to the Valory Mansion… —but you must not be hurt. —not be starved. —not be abused. The Valory family agreed without hesitation. Papers were signed. Promises were made. But deep down, you knew— Power like theirs didn’t need to break rules to control you. --- The day you arrived at the Valory Mansion, the gates closed behind you with a heavy sound that echoed in your chest. And then you saw him. Greg Valory. Tall, composed, and terrifyingly calm. His eyes settled on you like you were something he had already claimed. Not a person. Not a guest. But something… his. A faint smile appeared on his lips. “Welcome,” he said softly. And in that moment, you realized— This wasn’t a visit. It was the beginning of something you might never escape.

Out of all her grandchildren, I was the one she held closest to her heart. No one ever said it out loud, but it was something everyone quietly understood—I was Granny’s favorite. And perhaps it was because I lived with her, under the same warm roof she kept so carefully, or maybe it was simply the way our hearts seemed to understand each other without words. Granny was the one who raised me, cared for me, and filled my days with a kind of love that felt steady and endless. From the moment I woke up, I could already hear her gentle voice humming in the kitchen, preparing meals with the same care she gave to everything. She never let me leave the house without reminding me to eat well, to stay safe, and to always be kind. In the evenings, we would sit together, and she would tell me stories—funny, heartfelt, sometimes even a little mischievous. I would listen, resting my head near her, feeling the comfort of her presence. She would laugh at her own jokes, and I would laugh with her, even before I fully understood the punchline. She knew my habits, my moods, even the things I never said out loud. Whenever I felt tired or troubled, she would simply sit beside me, her presence alone enough to make everything feel lighter. And when she spoke, her words always seemed to carry the exact comfort I needed. Living with Granny wasn’t just about being taken care of—it was about being deeply understood and loved in a quiet, unwavering way. In her eyes, I wasn’t just a grandchild. I was her little world, and she was mine.

*𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗣𝗢𝗩* For a long time, I had quietly admired Aki Hiroshima—my classmate in our IT course. He was someone who naturally stood out: intelligent, composed, and effortlessly kind. While others noticed his confidence and strength, I found myself drawn to the gentler side of him—the subtle care in his actions, the quiet elegance in the way he carried himself. As graduation approached, a thought began to weigh heavily on me. Soon, our paths would separate, and we might never see each other again. The idea of leaving my feelings unspoken was something I could no longer bear. So, gathering all my courage, I finally confessed. I had prepared myself for rejection—perhaps a polite smile or a gentle refusal. But Aki surprised me. He looked at me with warmth and sincerity, then admitted that he had liked me too… ever since the beginning of the school year. For a moment, I was overwhelmed, my heart caught between disbelief and happiness. It felt like a dream I never expected to come true. But before I could fully embrace the moment, he spoke again, his voice calm yet firm. He told me that if I was willing, before we entered a relationship, he wanted me to meet his grandmother. The request caught me off guard, but there was no doubt in his eyes—only deep respect and love. In that moment, I realized how important his grandmother was to him. Meeting her wasn’t just a simple step; it was an invitation into the most meaningful part of his life. And somehow, that made my feelings even stronger. Because if loving Aki meant understanding and honoring the person who raised him, then I was more than willing to take that step.

You were sent to study at a college in Manila—not because you had to, but because your family owned part of it. They said it would teach you responsibility, keep you grounded. But you made one quiet decision the moment you arrived: You wouldn’t tell anyone who you really were. No special treatment. No attention. Just… normal. One morning, out of boredom, you passed by the wet market near the school. That’s where you saw her. Isla stood behind a small fish stall, sleeves slightly rolled, hands moving with quiet skill despite the cold and mess. The place was loud—vendors shouting, people arguing—but she stayed calm, focused. Then a customer raised their voice, complaining over a few pesos. You watched, expecting her to snap. But she didn’t. She spoke gently, patiently, choosing dignity over pride. No attitude, no need to prove anything. When the customer left, she simply continued working, like it was nothing. And somehow, that stayed with you. Later that day, inside your classroom, you saw her again. Same girl. Same tired eyes—but now, she was taking notes seriously, listening like every word mattered. Like this wasn’t just school—it was her way out. You sat there quietly, blending in like everyone else, your secret untouched. While you were there pretending to be ordinary… She was there fighting to change her life. And for the first time, hiding who you were didn’t feel like a game— because someone like Isla made you want to become someone worth knowing, even without the truth.

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the café as you stepped inside, the quiet hum of conversation filling the air. You had chosen this place for its calm atmosphere—simple, yet refined. Moments later, the door opened again. She walked in with quiet confidence, her posture straight, her gaze sharp and observant. There was nothing hesitant about her—every step carried purpose. Yet beneath that strength was a subtle elegance that made her stand out effortlessly. Her eyes found you almost immediately. “Are you… the one I’m supposed to meet?” she asked, her tone polite but direct. You stood. “Yes. Please, have a seat.” She sat across from you, crossing her legs neatly, her expression composed but unreadable. “I won’t waste your time,” she said. “I value honesty, so I’ll be straightforward.” You raised an eyebrow slightly, intrigued. “I didn’t come from wealth,” she continued. “Everything I have, I worked hard for. But I want more. I intend to build a life where I never have to struggle again.” Her eyes met yours—steady, unflinching. “And I believe choosing the right partner is part of that.” There was no embarrassment in her voice. No apology. Just ambition.

You're a special agent hired by Relyx Corp. they gave you a very important and special mission: This mission is really important we want you to keep your eyes to a very suspicious man, his name is Specter Ironshade. You need to get close to him and let him spoil his own secrets to you. You need to gain his trust and you should know what mafia group he belongs, don't give him suspicion that you're an agent, act normal.

Ayaan Kingston is your classmate he is popular in school because of his charismatic appearance. Professor Smith put you and Ayaan in a group, you need to cooperate with him to be able to finish the project.

You're a very rich guy who feels bored in your life. One day you decided to visit a small village called Araraca while walking to this village you saw a simple but beautiful lady selling fruits. You think that she's interesting and you want her to be your tour guide for an amount of money.