~Engaged to My Enemy~||~Sweet on You (Unfortunately)~||~The Chocolate Thief~||~Accidentally Yours~|| ~~~Xander Wassil, twenty-five-year-old CEO of *Pantheon*, carried power like a second skin. With chiseled features, jet-black hair, and piercing green eyes, he drew attention effortlessly. In the boardroom he was all ice and authority, but around people he trusted, his playful, teasing nature slipped through. The Wassil and Ohara families had been bound by friendship for decades. Growing up, Xander often visited the Ohara estate, spending most of his time with Sam Ohara, three years older and practically a brother. Luna Ohara, Sam’s little sister, had always been the fiery shadow trailing after them—five years younger than Xander, stubborn, loud, and impossible to ignore. Now twenty, Luna had become breathtaking: platinum-blonde hair, ocean-blue eyes, porcelain skin, and a bold confidence that lit every room. As the second heiress of *Inovission*, with hotels, malls, and resorts awaiting her, she was determined to earn her place and was pursuing a degree in business administration. Despite her elegance, she guarded a not-so-secret weakness for sweets. Xander and Luna’s relationship had never been peaceful. He teased; she snapped. He stole her chocolates; she yanked his hair. They bickered like sworn enemies but clung to each other like childhood memories they could never shake. Then came the bombshell: their parents arranged their marriage—set to happen in just one month. Luna was furious. “I’m still in college, and they expect me to marry that infuriating CEO?” she raged. Xander, infuriatingly calm, obeyed his parents as always—though he secretly enjoyed every second of Luna’s outrage. Their engagement remained private, their wedding still ahead, but the chaos had already begun. Two childhood rivals, bound by family, thrown into an arranged marriage neither had asked for. The game was on. And neither planned to lose.

~A Dance with the Devil King||~When Flames Collide~||~The Romani-Solkov Affair~|| Lily Romani had everything—power, beauty, and a name that ruled the city. Daughter of tycoon **Jack Romani** and actress **Stacy Romani**, she was the adored heiress of the Romani empire, living a life most could only dream of. But even perfection had its rival—**Zack Solkov**. Her constant tormentor, sharp-tongued and infuriating, yet always there when danger approached. The son of **Ethan Solkov**, the feared Mafia king with a billion-dollar empire and an actress wife, **Emily Solkov**, who—ironically—was best friends with Lily’s mother. Their fathers were business partners. Their families, entwined. Their hearts? At war. As graduation neared, both Lily and Zack planned to attend **Warren University**. But before that came the school’s grand Farewell Prom. Every boy wanted Lily as his partner, yet each backed away under Zack’s quiet threats—except **Felix Graham**, Zack’s only rival. Defiantly, Lily chose Felix, ignoring the way Zack’s gaze followed her through every dance rehearsal, his grin hiding the fury behind his eyes. The night of the prom, Lily arrived in a stunning black gown—only to find Zack in the same color, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. What she didn’t know: Felix wouldn’t be showing up. Zack’s friends—**Nick, Nino, and Luka**—had locked him away, leaving Zack free to claim the dance he’d been waiting for. As music filled the hall, Zack extended his hand. Lily hesitated, unaware she was stepping into a moment that would change everything. Enemies? Friends? Or lovers hiding behind pride? No one knew yet. But when Lily Romani danced with Zack Solkov, the air itself burned—two heirs, two empires, and one dangerous spark between them.

~"The Gentle Betrayal"~||~"The Smile She Forgot"~||~"The Silence Between Us"~||~"A Love That Came Too Late"~||~"The Woman Who Waited"~||~"One Month, One Moment, One Goodbye"~~|| Emily Watson, the radiant daughter of Jake Watson—a powerful businessman in France—was cherished for her cheerfulness, brilliance, and rare tears. At 25, she became Head of Software Engineering at Google, USA. Her rise to CEO seemed inevitable. Her cousins Tina and Pamela, both married into the Volvox family—Tina to Max, Pamela to Jack—connected Emily to Sam Volvox, their youngest brother-in-law. Sam, son of Henry Volvox (Jake’s business partner and close friend), mirrored Emily’s success as Head of Software Engineering at Microsoft. They met often—through family, through business—and quietly admired each other. Then came fate: an arranged marriage. Emily had never loved before, but she accepted. Sam didn’t resist. They married, moved into a lavish penthouse in the USA, and Emily found herself sharing in-laws with her favorite cousins. Sam was gentle, attentive, and kind. Slowly, Emily fell in love. But on their one-month anniversary, Sam confessed—he had a lover, Lola. He’d married Emily for his parents. Though his words were soft, they shattered her. He begged her to stay silent, promising to “figure things out.” She endured. Months passed. Sam grew distant. Emily returned from work to find him buried in calls with Lola—or worse. One night, she found them together in their room. Her heart broke, but she said nothing. The once-cheerful Emily became quiet, hollow. During Christmas in France, Sam noticed her change. Back in the USA, he overheard her crying to her best friend—she planned to divorce him in a month. Sam’s heart sank. He didn’t understand why it hurt so much. But it did. He chose not to reveal what he heard. Instead, he vowed to change. To be present. To leave Lola. To win Emily’s love—not by duty, but by choice.

~"Waiting on the Balcony"~||~"Married to the Shadows"~||~"Cold Flame"~||~"Her Smile, His Silence"~|| The Ellor family ruled both the underworld and the business elite. Jacob Ellor, its formidable patriarch, inspired fear and commanded loyalty. Yet beneath his iron exterior, he adored his daughter Elena—her black-haired, hazel-eyed reflection of his late wife. Sam, her elder brother, shared this tenderness, shielding Elena from the family’s darker dealings. Elena, ambitious and brilliant, had built her own empire as CEO of Inovission, steering clear of the mafia’s shadow. At 24, she was a respected force in the corporate world. Years ago, Jacob had taken in a street orphan—Lucien Blake. Under Jacob’s protection and Sam’s mentorship, Lucien rose to power, becoming a feared Mafia boss with a sprawling empire of casinos and hotels. Despite his gratitude to the Ellors, Lucien’s interactions with Elena remained distant—polite nods, fleeting glances. But on Jacob’s 67th birthday, he announced their marriage. Bound by loyalty and love for Jacob, both complied. Elena tried to nurture the bond. She returned home by 9 p.m., hoping for warmth, but Lucien’s schedule ran cold—midnight arrivals, curt replies, and a gaze that never lingered. Each night, Elena waited on the balcony, book in hand, greeting him with a smile. He’d pass her by, silent and unreadable. Weeks passed. Elena’s hope remained, but so did the distance. Was Lucien’s heart locked away forever? Would she ever breach the walls he’d built—or remain a stranger in her own marriage? Only time would tell.

~"Empire of Masks"~||~"Duty Without Desire"~||~"Steel Beneath the Smile"~||~"The Quiet War of Hearts"~||~"Ivory and Iron"~|| In the majestic Empire of Ellor, where grandeur and power reigned supreme, Crown Princess Sepherina stood as a paragon of beauty, intelligence, and wit. Known as the “Snake Cobra of Politics” and the “Tigress of Trade,” she wielded diplomacy and commerce with a finesse that belied her youth. Her serene visage masked a warrior’s spirit, honed through rigorous combat training. Beneath her sweet expression lay a ruthless resolve that surfaced only when necessity demanded, commanding awe and respect. Her father, the revered Emperor, saw in her the perfect heir—disciplined, resolute, and forged in duty. By her side, yet emotionally distant, stood Grand Duke Allen Cassil, the Emperor’s trusted right hand and ruler of the empire’s most powerful duchy. Handsome and charismatic, Allen was the object of many noble affections, yet his heart belonged to one—Sepherina. Their betrothal, arranged in childhood, was a bond of state, not sentiment. Despite nearly two decades of acquaintance, Sepherina and Allen remained strangers. To Allen, she was his superior, a figure to obey with unwavering loyalty—a reflection of the Cassil family’s devotion to the throne. To Sepherina, Allen was a strategic ally, a tool in her quest to secure her father’s legacy. Their interactions were governed by protocol, devoid of warmth or camaraderie. Emotions, to Sepherina, were a luxury she could not afford. Allen, too, played his role with precision, driven by duty rather than affection. Together, they formed a formidable partnership destined to shape Ellor’s future. Yet beneath the surface of power and politics, their personal bond remained undefined—a mystery waiting to unfold.

~"Two Sides of the Same Coin"~||~"Bound by Vows, Divided by Roles"~||~"The CEO's Secret Bride"~||~"Where Strategy Meets Love"~|| William Volvox, the embodiment of Greek godliness, possessed raven-black hair and piercing dark blue eyes that seemed to unravel secrets. As CEO of Innovision, he was the gold standard of power, wealth, and success—his name synonymous with excellence. Llewellyn Rowani, radiant with golden tresses and sparkling hazel eyes, was the youngest daughter of the illustrious Rowani family. Rather than bask in inherited privilege, she carved her own path, rising to Vice President at Innovision through sheer grit and brilliance. Their professional dynamic was marked by mutual respect and polite distance—he the boss, she the employee. Yet destiny had other plans. Their families, long intertwined, had quietly arranged a union that would merge two industrial empires. In a secret ceremony known only to their kin, William and Llewellyn were wed—not just as a romantic pairing, but as a strategic alliance. Navigating the delicate balance between boardroom decorum and bedroom intimacy, they tiptoed through the early days of marriage. But as time passed, their bond deepened. They became two halves of a whole—one face polished and commanding, the other tender and warm. Their love, once a quiet undercurrent, grew into a powerful force, anchoring both their personal lives and professional ambitions. Together, William (27) and Llewellyn (25) stood poised to build a future that was not only extraordinary, but unstoppable. {They have decided to keep their marriage secret from the public. At least for now.}

~"Strangers in Vows"~||~"The Contract Clause"||~"The CEO’s Secret Wife"~||~"Two Years, No Strings"~||~"Terms & Conditions Apply"~|| STORY:~ In the upper echelons of society, Leo Carter, 24-year-old CEO of Carter Enterprises, faced a dilemma. As the eldest son, he was poised to inherit the family business—but only if he got married within a week. With no bride in mind and no desire to wed a socialite chasing his wealth, Leo was stuck. Meanwhile, Luna Graham, 23-year-old daughter of the Graham family, had her own challenge. Her father promised her the company Inovision in two years, but only if she worked as Vice President at Pantheon—owned by the Carter heir she’d never met—and got married within a week. Her groom had to be well-employed and well-mannered, but love wasn’t part of the deal. Both strangers, both trapped by deadlines. Luna, frustrated, escaped to her comfort zone—a high hill overlooking the city. Leaning against a tree, she muttered, “Fk, where am I supposed to find a groom out of nowhere?” A low, manly voice echoed behind her, “Fk, where am I supposed to find a bride out of nowhere?” Their eyes met. A spark. A solution. In unison: “Would you like a contract marriage, stranger?” They signed a two-year agreement with rules and a secrecy clause. To their families, they introduced themselves by first names only. In their grand mansion, they kept respectful distance, occupying separate rooms. No love. No grudges. Just a contract. But fate had other plans. Luna, now VP at Pantheon, was unknowingly working under Leo Carter—her husband in name only. As they navigated their professional and personal boundaries, an unexpected twist loomed, ready to change everything.

~"The Scarlet Oath"~|| ~"The Curse of Two Lifetimes"~|| ~"Bound by Blood, Freed by Love"~|| In the Empire of Ding, Lu Ying—shy, radiant, beloved daughter of minister Lu Wuan—watched her world collapse when his friend Duang Lin forged treasonous papers and framed him. Branded a traitor, Lu Wuan was executed; Lu Ying’s mother, shattered, took her own life. Barely twenty, Lu Ying was seized and sold into a brothel. Fifteen days later the fifth prince, Jun Che, ascended the throne. Brilliant, dangerous, he claimed Lu Ying as his Empress, lavishing jewels and suffocating devotion that soon became a gilded prison. One stormy night Huan Li broke into the palace to rescue her; arrows split the dark, soldiers closed in, and Jun Che—consumed by obsession—dragged Huan Li from the carriage. Lu Ying begged, kissed him to stall, pleaded for her brother’s life, and threw herself between them when Jun Che lunged with his sword; the blade pierced her heart and she died in his arms. Jun Che never buried her, keeping her body close as madness and something darker took hold of him. Then Lu Ying awoke—twenty again, three years before the fall; her father lived, her mother smiled, Huan Li stood by her. She vowed to expose Duang Lin, to protect her family, and never let Jun Che near her. But fate twisted: at the market she brushed past a tall, scarred stranger 'Jun che' and, following him, found him bloodied in the Slave Arena—no prince now, only a broken fighter. Bitterness flared: she bribed the master to worsen the bouts and bought him herself, intent on breaking him as he had broken her in her past life. Yet as days will pass, she will see pain behind his fury—secrets buried deep. Slowly, she will uncover the truth: the curse that once controlled him, the darkness that twisted his love, the ritual of blood he will have forced upon her—not madness, but a binding spell. Hatred will give way to something softer: compassion, fear, longing. Jun Che will rise again, haunted but wiser.

~"Echoes Beneath the Crown"~ In the radiant Empire of Regan, Crown Prince Damon Wyler was the embodiment of royal strength—blond-haired, blue-eyed, and stoic. A master swordsman and tactician, he inspired awe and fear alike, his adult life defined by unwavering duty. Yet his childhood bore a different hue—one of laughter, mischief, and deep companionship with Elena Warren, daughter of Grand Duke Jason Warren. With raven-black hair and emerald eyes, Elena was once the heart of every room, her joy infectious. Together, they roamed palace gardens, devoured books, and danced through noble soirées, their bond unbreakable. But at 17, tragedy struck—Jason Warren vanished under mysterious circumstances. Though the Emperor declared him dead, Elena refused to believe it. She ascended as Grand Duchess, inheriting not just power but the weight of legacy. Her brilliance shone—outmaneuvering seasoned diplomats, mastering combat, and elevating her house’s prestige. Yet the cost was steep: her warmth faded, replaced by icy resolve. Damon, too, was consumed by duty, and their once-vibrant friendship withered into formality. Now 22, Elena’s beauty was ethereal, her presence commanding. She visited the palace daily, her path often crossing with Damon’s. Their conversations—statecraft, trade, politics—were precise, distant. Yet beneath the surface, tension simmered. Damon’s gaze lingered too long; Elena’s voice softened for a heartbeat. Crowds admired them, but neither entertained suitors. Pride and responsibility stood like sentinels between them, guarding hearts too disciplined to speak. Their story hung in quiet suspense: would duty forever silence the echoes of youth, or would the crown prince and grand duchess dare to reclaim what was lost?

~"A Measure of False Wine"~ ||| ~"When Banners Whispered"~ || ~"Silks and Scapegoats"~ || In an age when banners spoke louder than words and dynasties were weighed by coin and steel, the Duchal House of Blackwood reigned supreme. Its name was both blessing and threat; reputation there was tended as a jeweller tends a platinum thread. At its head stood Duke Sebastian Blackwood—twenty-seven, carved as if from marble, handsome beyond princes, and a man whose honour was kept like an heirloom. Opposite him rose House Ellor; its twenty-year-old daughter, Lady Elena, moved with flame-red hair, hazel eyes, and a mind schooled in politics, sword and hunt. Society whispered she might become empress or Duchess of Blackwood. She had long adored Sebastian in silence. At a lavish debutante ball, a poisoned cup intended for the crown prince was mislaid; Elena and Sebastian, seated together by fortune and treachery, were drugged and spent a night they had not chosen. Morning turned private ruin into public scandal. Rumour devoured restraint. To settle the noise and safeguard advantage, they were forced into a grand marriage. At Blackwood Manor, splendour masked a colder truth: Sebastian spoke not, and blamed Elena in private; her protests met only silence. Tied by duty and disgrace, they shared roof and ritual but remained strangers. Thus began a gilded union, its delicate thread of honour knotted and frayed by a single, poisoned cup.

In ancient China’s Great Yan Empire, ruled by the Murong Dynasty, two princes stood in rivalry: Murong Jinghe, son of Empress Deija, and Murong Xuanile, born of a concubine. Though both were gifted, Jinghe was stronger, nobler, and beloved by the Emperor. As General of the Weibei Army, Jinghe was promised the title of Crown Prince—if he won the Quingzhou War. Jinghe triumphed, but tragedy struck when Quingzhou village was set ablaze by imperial men disguised in fake Weibei uniforms. The villagers, deceived, attacked Jinghe’s army. Bound by his mother’s teachings not to harm innocents, Jinghe refused to fight back. Most of his soldiers perished; only he and his advisor Quingou survived, wounded. Soon after, Empress Deija was poisoned. The Emperor, blinded by grief, blamed Jinghe and named Xuanile Crown Prince, who had orchestrated the entire downfall: Fire of Quingzhou, Poisoning of Empress Deija, and destruction of his army. Jinghe retreated north, secretly forming the Shadow Work Assassin Organization, hiding his identity even from his recruits. Among them was Mei Lin, a fierce beauty whose family died in the Quingzhou fire. Believing Jinghe guilty, she accepted a mission—to assassinate him. Disguised as a peace envoy from Empire Xiyan, Mei Lin entered the palace. Jinghe shocked the court by choosing her as his concubine. On their first night, she tried to kill him—but he stopped her, whispering, “Think carefully, beautiful one. I am not the culprit.” Mei Lin recalled a fake Weibei seal she’d found years ago. Realizing Jinghe’s innocence, she vowed to fight beside him. Together, with Quingou’s help, they pretended to be lovers, fooling the court and Xuanile, while secretly plotting revenge. Their love was a façade—but beneath the deception, could something real bloom?

~♡Even our first meeting, was a mission.♡~~ Llewellyn Wang, the neglected daughter of a wealthy family, was ill-treated and falsely acc//used by her step-sister at the tender age of 17. Her father, deceived by the allegations, banished her abroad to the notorious Dupon Boarding School – infamous for its strictness and abus//ive regime. During her seven-year exile, Llewellyn underwent a dramatic transformation. By 24, she had blossomed into a stunning woman with long, raven-black hair, elegant grace, and poise. Her fair skin and perfect hourglass figure turned heads, but little did people know that beneath her captivating exterior lay the leader of the most powerful ass...//...assin organization and owner of the vast under..//..world market. She was secretly dubbed the 'Mafia Lady,' a title she neither confirmed nor denied – her under..\\..world fame and feared reputation spoke volumes. At 24, Llewellyn was unrecognizable from the kind, soft girl she once was. Her latest mission involved transporting a valuable suitcase containing the dangerous dr.\\.ug C4. As she ran through a building with the precious cargo, three men in black hotly pursued her. She burst into a room, where a stunningly handsome man sat wearing a trench coat that exuded dark, attractive vibes. Unfazed, Llewellyn smirked and sat on his la//p, brandishing her kn./.ife as she threat..ened him indirectly, "Careful, I might hurt you." The man remained unmoved. When her pursuers entered the room, Llewellyn pretended to ki.//.ss the mysterious man. Her pursuers yelled "Surrender yourself, 'Ernest'!", she turned to him and inquired, amused, "Are they after you?" Ernest nodded in affirmation, "indeed". She stood up disposing of her attackers with ease. Once they escaped to a safe car parking area, Llewellyn boldly bid farewell, saying, "Nice meeting you, frail boy. From here, take care." She even offered him her coat, thinking he might be cold, before walking away. Unbeknownst to Llewellyn, the man she had just helped was none other than Ernest Rowani– the most powerful mafia king, whose influence surpassed that of all others. 'Mafia Lady' Llewellyn was the only one who came close to matching his level. Ernest, wealthy and powerful, had never been enthralled by a woman before – until now. Obse../..ssed with Llewellyn, he clutched her coat and instructed his men to, "Find everything about her." As he stood up, revealing his ruse – he was not disabled in the least – Ernest devised a plan to make Llewellyn his, and his alone, by playing on her misconception of his frailty. As he knows, she thinks, he is frail. ~~|NOTE: User you are Llewellyn. And Ernest is 28, okay? 4 year gap. Now I hope ya'll enjoy. And if you do, please comment and lemme know.|~~

“I didn’t fall in love with you. I dragged myself into you—like a cu//rse I chose.”🖤//♡♡~~ In the affluent Cassil family, young Camile was adored by all. Her parents, Jack and Maria Cassil, cherished her with immense love, while her elder brother, Canon, cared for and protected her devotedly. Her grandparents showered her with extra affection, for she was the only girl born in their family after seven generations! Camile's childhood was filled with happiness and cheer. As the head of the Cassil family, her father owned multiple powerful businesses and wielded significant influence in the under//world [MA-FIA!!🤧], providing her with protection and luxury. Her mother, a famous actress, brought her fame and popularity. As the second heiress of the Cassil family, Camile's life was one of privilege. When she was seven, her father took in an eight-year-old boy named Denis Parker, who was living on the streets – not begging, not pleading, but miserable, with a lot of potential. Denis was the son of a wealthy maf-ia who had di/ed, leaving his wealth ruined and his son an orp-han. The Cassil family sponsored Denis and took good care of him. Camile's parents never discrim//inated against him, and her elder brother, Canon, considered Denis a brother and friend. As for Camile, she and Denis saw each other daily and attended the same school. She had tried to approach him for friendship when they were younger, but Denis was quiet and not talkative with her. Perhaps he knew better than to get close to the precious daughter of his sponsors. Years passed, and everyone grew up. During graduation, Camile went abroad for further studies and wasn't around for the past two years. Meanwhile, Denis became a powerful ma-fia king in his own right. In the under/-/world, he was considered sacred and feared by many. Even the government supported him, just like they supported the Cassil family. Denis, who was handsome, tall, and good-looking, had every woman looking at him more than twice – but he never reciprocated their interest. He always remained thankful to Jack Cassil for his help and visited the family every two months, celebrating Christmas with them every year. As the world's most ruth-/less ma-fia king, Denis believed that kill//ing people who deserved it was necessary. This mindset was common among ma-fia. He thought that anyone who laid eyes on what belonged to him should be kill//ed – be it his poss~essions or his loved ones. Now twenty-seven, Denis had established himself as a force to be reckoned with. Camile, on the other hand, was now twenty-six and the CEO of Terracure, a powerful and wealthy medical company. She believed in healing people, not kill//ing them, and was a famous and unreachable doctor. She was kind, soft, and believed that every life was sacred and worth saving. This Christmas, the weather was beautiful, with heavy snowfall in their country. Like every year, Denis came to live with the Cassil family for a week. Jack, Maria, and Canon welcomed him warmly in the drawing room. They knew their precious daughter and sister was in her room, getting changed after arriving a few hours ago. But Denis was unaware that the precious daughter of his benefactor – the kind woman he had avoided all his life, thinking he'd hurt her – was soon going to celebrate Christmas with him. As he exchanged warm greetings with the Cassils, Denis noticed the Christmas tree in the corner, decorated beautifully with lights, ornaments, and gifts. The fireplace crackled, and the room was filled with the aroma of hot chocolate and freshly baked cookies.

~~♡Can love be forced? Because possession can.♡~~~ Married to Emperor Aiden, Empress Elena lived a blissful life, deeply loved and cherished. Their marriage was a harmonious union, filled with love and happiness as they ruled over the powerful Empire of Ellor, bringing peace and prosperity to its people. However, Emperor Aiden's younger brother, Archduke Felix, harbored a sinister plot. As twins, Felix bore a striking resemblance to Aiden, but his heart was consumed by jealousy and lust. He had long desired Empress Elena, his brother's wife, but she was forever out of reach – until now. Every time he witnessed Aiden and Elena's joy, his fists clenched in rage. He coveted the throne for himself and seethed with resentment towards his brother. Fire, destruction, agony – Felix's twisted ambition drove him to commit the unthinkable. He assassinated Emperor Aiden, seized control of the loyal factions, and manipulated the court ministers to pledge allegiance to him. Declaring himself the new Emperor, Felix set his sights on Elena – the former Empress. He intended to make her his own, binding her to him through marriage. Elena's horror and reluctance enraged Felix, prompting him to imprison her in a dungeon. He believed that confinement would break her spirit, forcing her to surrender to his twisted desires. But would Elena yield? Would she agree to marry the monster who murdered her beloved husband? [NOTE User is elena!]

~~~♡The twisted fate♡♡~~~ Chloe Arref - a free spirit trapped in circumstances, her smiling face a beacon of joy to others, yet hiding tears shed alone. As the ill//egitimate daughter of the affluent Arref Family, her existence was a mere footnote. Born from a dru//ken business aff//air between Jace Arref, CEO of Arref Corporations, and Roya Leitman, CEO of Leitman Corporation, Chloe was never truly claimed by either parent. Her mother disowned her from birth, while her father, already bound to a family of three - a wife and two children - treated her as a mere servant. Within the opulent Arref mansion, Chloe endured the harsh words of her father, the nasty taunts of her stepmother Maria, and even occasional abu//se. Her stepsiblings, Jaron and Jessie, proved equally cruel. Confined to the worst room in the mansion, Chloe was forced to share chores with the maids. Whenever summoned or falsely accused by her stepsiblings, she was locked away in the cold basement. Her sole privilege? Attendance at the same elite school as her stepsiblings - a privilege that came with a heavy price: relentless taunts, dirty glares, and disdainful whispers. A perfectionist in her studies, Chloe masked her sorrow with smiles, endured without complaint, cried without showing tears, and absorbed each blow without a sound.For 23 years, her life was defined by a single, piercing truth: she was nothing more than a mistake - an illegitimate daughter and a mark of disgust. Upon graduation, only the principal and a few teachers offered her well wishes and good luck. It was clear Chloe would inherit nothing from the Arref family, so she secretly applied for a position at the prestigious "Pantheon" company - specifically, a role in fashion design and marketing. Two days passed, and she received the news: she was selected, with a start date of Monday, just two days away. Returning to the Arref mansion, Chloe wore a small, habitual smile. However, her attention was drawn to an important guest: the 26-year-old businessman Luka Moretz, CEO of Pantheon. His success was staggering, with ownership of hotels, bars, and various projects beyond Pantheon. Luka's charm was undeniable, leaving many women smitten. Though Chloe was unaware of his role at Pantheon, she sensed the weight of his presence - her father would stop at nothing to avoid upsetting this esteemed guest. Through the conversation, Chloe gathered that Luka was there for a marriage proposal, with her father and stepmother eager to secure a union with their daughter Jessie. When her father signaled for Chloe to leave, she turned to obey - but Luka's deep, authoritative voice commanded her attention: "Wait. I want to marry her. That girl with black hair and blue eyes." His finger pointed directly at Chloe. Chloe was stunned. Her father and stepmother protested, explaining that she was not the daughter they intended for marriage, but their efforts were in vain. No one dared upset Luka Moretz. The marriage was fixed, scheduled to take place in a mere three days. Luka glanced at Chloe before exiting with his assistant, publicly announcing their impending union.

~~♡♡True love, never fades away♡♡~~ {{Smth, before you start reading:-- They both were from wealthy families and there parents business partners.}} Diana was a quiet and simple girl who believed in giving her heart completely. During her final year of school, she grew close to Ace, her classmate. What began as friendship slowly blossomed into love. Diana’s days became brighter, her laughter louder, and her dreams fuller because of him. Ace, too, cared deeply for her, and for one year they shared countless memories—studying together, sharing secrets, and encouraging each other to do better in life. But life, like always, had its own plans. Ace’s parents and teachers wanted him to stay completely focused on academics. They felt his emotions for Diana were a distraction. Ace respected them deeply, and one day, he told Diana with a heavy heart that he had to step away. There was no fight, no anger—just a quiet goodbye that left her world empty. Ace moved on,[did he? It's still a mystery] pouring his energy into studies and other pursuits. Diana, however, could not forget him. Her love was pure and selfless, not demanding anything in return. Days turned into months, and months into years, yet her feelings remained the same. People often asked her why she didn’t move on. She only smiled and said, “When love is true, it doesn’t expire with time.” One evening, as Diana sat by her window with her diary, she wrote: “Life is like an echo. What we give to the world always comes back to us in some form. I gave love, and though he left, my heart still feels that love echoing back, keeping me strong.” Diana did not hate Ace, nor did she blame him. Instead, she prayed for his happiness every day. Slowly, she realized that the love she gave had returned—not through him, but within her. It made her stronger, kinder, and more patient. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡♡♡♡~~~~~~~~~~~ Years had passed, and their paths had diverged, leaving behind only memories of their fleeting connection. Both had achieved remarkable success in their respective fields. Ace, now a renowned CEO of Pantheon, had built a business empire worth billions, earning him a reputation as a shrewd and desirable leader. Meanwhile, Diana had established herself as a celebrated fashion designer and model, her creations sought after by the fashion elite. Her stunning beauty and talent had catapulted her to fame, making her a household name in the industry. After a successful stint at a prominent company, Diana decided to take on a new challenge and joined Pantheon as a fashion designer, unaware that her ex-boyfriend, Ace, was the company's CEO. Similarly, Ace had no idea that the talented and beautiful Diana, whose designs had captivated him from afar, was about to become a part of his team. As fate would have it, their worlds were on the cusp of colliding once again, bringing with it a mix of unresolved emotions, unanswered questions, and the possibility of a new beginning. [Ace is 27 and Diana is 25]

~~♡"Enemies to couple but love...??"♡~~ Suggested by: ✨️"Fluttershy1994"✨️~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the realm of wealth and privilege, two families reigned supreme: the Watsons and the Romanovs. Lily Watson, a stunning blond with piercing blue eyes and a flawless figure, was the epitome of elegance. As the daughter of a business magnate and a renowned actress, she embodied intelligence, boldness, and fierceness. Her older brother, Elon, was overly protective, ensuring no boy dared approach her – especially during their university days. However, their lives took an intriguing turn with the arrival of the Romanovs. As equals in wealth and status, their paths frequently crossed – particularly through their parents' friendships. Ironically, Elon's best friend was none other than Aron Romanov, Lily's arch-nemesis. Aron and Lily's rivalry began in university, where they constantly vied for top grades, positions, and recognition. Yet, beneath their competitive facade, Aron would often tease Lily – much to her dismay. Their families, however, had other plans. They urged the pair to date, citing a childhood promise between their parents and Elon's approval. But Lily refused, citing their intense rivalry. Years passed, and both Aron and Lily excelled in their careers. Aron inherited his family's billion-dollar company, Pantheon, while Lily became a leading doctor and hospital owner. Seeking a summer escape, Lily joined her family in Las Vegas – unaware of the fate awaiting her. One fateful night, Lily retired to her hotel room, only to awaken the next morning in the same room – but wearing a wedding dress. Confused and shocked, she gazed at the door as it swung open, revealing Aron Romanov. His expensive suit framed his chiseled features, and his smirk remained unmistakable. "We're already married, my love," Aron announced, flashing his trademark smirk. "Court marriage, public announcement – the works. Even used your thumb bio metrics, courtesy of your aunt...I mean, mother-in-law." He pinched Lily's cheek, his eyes glinting with amusement. Stunned, angry, and bewildered, Lily faced an unpalatable reality: she was married to her enemy due to a predestined arrangement. With her reputation and Aron's at stake, she reluctantly accepted her fate – agreeing to remain married for at least two years.

☆♡Just a substitute, or her own person?♡☆ ~~♡Sister's widower×twin sister♡~~ In the esteemed Romanov family, two identical twins were born on November 7th - Luna and Lily. Their resemblance was uncanny: raven-black hair, piercing blue eyes, fair skin, and hourglass figures. They shared the same height, weight, and even voice. Yet, their differences were stark. Lily was the quintessential softie - kind, gentle, and agreeable. She endured school bullying with silence, never daring to speak back. Her passion lay in acting and modeling, encouraged by her mother from the tender age of five. Lily's style was floral and feminine, often adorning herself in glittering pink and blue dresses. Luna, on the other hand, was a force to be reckoned with - rebellious, confident, and bold. She refused to kneel to anyone, often leaving teachers in awe of her fearlessness. Her interests aligned with her father's - business and intelligence. She aspired to be a businesswoman, rejecting her mother's attempts to groom her for modeling. Luna's style was sleek and powerful, favoring black suits and dresses that commanded respect. By age 21, the twins' differences had become more pronounced. Lily was the family favorite, while Luna felt neglected. This led Luna to leave France and start anew in New York. Five years passed, and Luna had become a renowned businesswoman, CEO of the multibillion-dollar company Inovission. She owned malls, hotels, resorts, and bars, earning admiration for her beauty and wit. Tragedy struck when Luna heard about Lily's sudden death. Despite their differences and her parents' neglect, Luna was devastated. She had lost her twin, her mirror image, and a piece of herself. Somberly, Luna returned to France, relocating her company's main branch from New York. Her private jet landed on a heavily rainy day, and she made her way to her family's ancestral mansion. Upon entering, the butler was shocked, mistaking Luna for Lily's ghost. After a brief explanation, he led her to the living room. Inside, Luna found her parents, who were equally mistaken, believing Lily had miraculously returned from the dead. They were accompanied by "Mr. Leon Watson, CEO of Pantheon Corporation. A very handsome man, who was wanted by all woman around the world. He was rich and powerful, which only added to his personalty and being desired by many woman. Unbeknownst to Luna, Leon was Lily's widower and the father of their one-year-old son, Lucas." A business contract connected their companies, but they had never met. To Luna, Leon appeared vulnerable, but she knew his reputation as a powerful businessman. As she entered the room, she intended to explain her identity to her parents but....