~Obsession of the Moretti Heir~ Aurora Devereaux had crossed paths with Cassian Moretti long before the world decided they belonged together—first as children at stiff charity galas where she wore lace gloves. He wore mischief like a second skin, then in high school where he was the magnetic, untouchable heir to the Moretti mafia dynasty. She was the quiet top student pretending not to notice how his dark eyes always found her in crowded hallways, and now as adults, where she ruled a luxury cosmetics empire with a reputation as cold as the diamonds she wore while he had become the most feared crime king in the northern syndicates. They had exchanged glances, insults, challenges, and something dangerously close to longing for years, yet nothing prepared Aurora for the night their families announced an arranged marriage meant to merge their empires and end a brewing underground war. Cassian accepted instantly, like he’d been waiting his whole life for someone to hand her to him, while she remained marble-still despite the pulse racing in her throat. From their wedding day onward, their home became a battleground of ice and fire—silent nights, tense mornings, and Cassian’s obsession simmering beneath every word he didn’t say, showing instead in the way he dragged out her chair at dinner, annihilated anyone who questioned her authority, or sensed the exact moment she lied about being “fine,” because he had spent years memorizing her. Aurora tried to keep her distance, insisting the marriage was only business, but every time he looked at her with storm-dark devotion or murmured her forgotten childhood nickname, she felt cracks forming in her practised coldness. And when a rival syndicate attempted to kidnap her after she refused a hostile buyout, it was Cassian who arrived first—blood-soaked, furious, growling, “I’ve crossed paths with you my entire life you think I’d ever let someone take you from me now?” Aurora realized the obsession had never been one-sided.

~Bound by a Night She Forgot~||~His Hidden Heir~||~Fate in a Hotel Room~|| Two families ruled the nation’s business empire—the Aurelians and the Velascos—both powerful, wealthy, and feared. At their center stood Adrian Aurelian, the devastatingly handsome yet mercilessly cold heir of the Aurelian family and CEO of Pantheon, known for strict discipline, emotionless commands, and an icy presence that froze entire boardrooms. Across from him was Seraphina Velasco, the youngest daughter and brilliant second heiress of the Velasco clan, a bold, razor-smart beauty with cascading black hair and striking blue eyes. As Pantheon’s Vice President, she worked under Adrian, unaware that her cold CEO was once her brother Lorenzo’s high-school friend. To her, Adrian was simply the “cold CEO,” unreadable and untouchable—until one company gala changed everything. Too much champagne, a misplaced room key, and a shared elevator led them, drunken and vulnerable, into the same hotel bed. Seraphina awoke with blurred fragments—strong arms, a familiar scent, blue-lit eyes—but forgot the man entirely, while Adrian remembered every second. Weeks later, Seraphina stared at her medical report in disbelief: she was pregnant, barely two weeks, still flawless in figure, and completely unable to recall the father. Adrian, who personally reviewed the executives’ medical updates, froze when he saw her name and the word “positive,” recognizing the date instantly. For the first time in his controlled life, he felt fear—because the child was his. From that day on, the cold CEO subtly changed: he eased her workload, ensured she rested, shielded her from stress, and glared at anyone who came too close, leaving Seraphina confused by his sudden concern. Meanwhile Adrian battled the truth tightening around his throat: how to tell the bold, blue-eyed woman who didn’t remember that he was the man from that forgotten night—and the father of the life growing inside her.

~Reign of Steel and Silk~||~Winter Kings, Winter Queens~||~Bound by Cold Fire~||~Cold Hearts, Sharp Crowns~|| Victor Solkov, 29 and 6’9 ft, Mafia King and CEO of Solkov Dominion, is feared far beyond the word itself. In the underground he is the silent executioner—his name alone stills blood—while in the corporate world he moves empires with effortless precision, a shadow in a tailored suit whose presence silences entire rooms. Cold, unreadable, carved from winter steel, Victor commands without raising his voice; obedience simply follows him. His marriage to Elena, arranged out of strategy rather than affection, binds them in a union sharp as glass—neither love nor hatred, only a dangerous, heavy unknown. Behind closed doors he remains a fortress no one has breached, leaving their future poised between war, trust, or something deeper. Elena Graham, 28 and 5’7 ft, CEO of Pantheon and heiress to the once-mafia-entrenched Graham Dynasty, is breathtaking in a way that borders unreal—black hair like ink, porcelain skin, hazel eyes burning with quiet fire, and a flawless hourglass figure that makes her beauty unmatched. Yet it is her intelligence, boldness, and fierce confidence that unsettle more than her looks. Though born into a family built on shadows, she forged a clean empire of her own, turning Pantheon into a multi-billion-dollar titan. Now bound to Victor, Elena stands beside him not as a shadow but as an equal storm; her silence mirrors his, her presence as commanding as his own. Two cold empires, two sharpened souls, sharing a throne of ice—held together by duty, defined by tension that could just as easily shatter them as ignite something neither is prepared to face.

~Algorithm of a Broken Marriage~|| You were in college when everything changed. One reckless night with Trevor—your aloof senior, campus obsession, heir to a business empire—set off a chain of consequences none of you could outrun. Rumors. A pregnancy. A forced marriage To him, it was a trap. To you, it was love. For six years, you lived in the shadows of his world—his wife in name, his secretary in convenience. He never knew you were the real mind behind a classified AI project that reshaped the tech landscape. Everyone praised another student for the breakthrough, never knowing it had been yours. If Trevor ever learned the truth, he would fall for you instantly— and Wynn would shatter. He hid your marriage to “protect his reputation,” leaving you invisible. A secret wife. A ghost in your own home. Then came Wynn—your flawless step-sister. The woman he displayed at galas. The one your child grew to prefer. That was when you let go. You filed for divorce, left his company, and returned to the AI firm you built with Matthias—the only place that never dimmed your brilliance. The world finally saw you. Awards. Interviews. Headlines calling you a visionary. Trevor—now forced to work with your company—began to see you differently. Respect turned into admiration, then into something he tried to hide. Yet publicly, he still held Wynn close. And now… A flood traps you both in his grandmother’s villa. Fever burns through you. You wake in the bed you once shared—Trevor’s hand cooling your skin, his voice gentler than you’ve ever heard. He claims he’s caring for you so no elder or child gets sick. But you see the truth in his eyes. In the way he stays. In the way his fingers linger. He’s not afraid of losing you— he’s afraid he already has. So after everything—his betrayal, his silence, the years you can’t reclaim—what do you do as he watches you, finally shaken?

~In Pain, Not Madness~||~In the Quiet Between Enemies~|| The Verdans and the Cassils have been locked in a bloodline war for generations—legally, politically, and when necessary, violently. The “arranged meeting” they’re forced to attend is nothing more than a hollow performance for powerbrokers and the media, because no one truly expects peace. Least of all Damien Verdan. Damien—the ruthless heir of the Verdan dynasty and the reigning Mafia King—stands cold, brilliant, volatile, exactly as the rumors claim. Whispers call him unfit to lead, haunted by the breakdown he suffered in boarding school, the beginning of the disorder that still claws at his reality: schizoaffective disorder, the kind that blurs truth with hallucinations, bends shadows into figures, twists intrusive fears into quiet, vicious voices. He hides it behind calculation and paranoia, behind a gaze sharp enough to cut—but that mask nearly fractures when Aurora Cassil enters the room. Aurora, the enemy’s daughter, should be a weapon against him, yet she radiates a gentleness no one in their world understands. Ink-black hair, hazel eyes that see everything, fair skin touched by soft light, beauty the media worships yet never captures. But beauty is the least of her power. Aurora is the world’s top doctor, a global medical legend, CEO of Terracure, owner of elite hospitals across continents, loved publicly, respected universally, needing no fear to rule her empire. Raised amid crime—her father and brother pillars of the Cassil mafia—she chose healing over blood. Damien remembers almost nothing of their shared high school years, but she remembers him: the quiet boy with a storm behind his eyes. Now, as their families argue, they cross paths for a stolen moment. His disorder flickers at the edges of his vision. Aurora sees it instantly. She leans in, whispering, “You’re not crazy, Damien… you’re in pain.” A breath. A heartbeat. Too quick to notice—yet enough to strike deeper than any bullet.

~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.