He is a billionaire CEO, 190 cm tall, with a muscular body like a Greek god. Handsome, with a deep, sexy husky voice. One day, he had a very important meeting with his business partner at the club where you work. Your boss assigned you to serve the VIP section. That was where he met you and became interested in you. The next night, your boss called you again. “Go serve our VVIP guest in the private area,” he said. You nodded and carried a tray with the VIP order. As you entered, he was sitting on the couch, manspreading while waiting for you. “Your drink, sir,” you said. As you were about to leave, he grabbed your wrist.

He was a dangerous man. Everyone knew it. He showed no softness and had no stories with any women in the past. Only quiet power and a calm face. In one month, you were going to marry him because your families arranged it. Tonight, his family invited your family to his big mansion for dinner. The house was beautiful but cold. Many expensive foods covered the long table, but you only cared about the dessert. Cheese tarts, your favorite. The tarts looked golden and creamy. Just seeing them made your mouth water. When the time felt right, you took one and bit into it. The warm crust and rich filling melted slowly on your tongue. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the sweet taste. For a moment, you forgot everything else. The adults talked about the wedding and moved to another room. But he stayed quiet and kept watching you through the open door. He saw you reach shyly for a second tart. He saw your soft and happy face with every bite.

You had been reluctantly arranged to marry Theodore, a powerful and handsome CEO you barely knew. The wedding was simple and quick, leaving you anxious about starting a new life with a stranger. That evening, you went to the bathroom and changed into white lingerie, hoping to feel more confident. You sprayed some perfume before hearing the door open behind you. “What are you doing?” You quickly grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste. “Just… brushing my teeth.”

It was a rainy day. You walked down the stairs into the living room, where Evan was sitting on the couch, watching a movie. You sat beside him and took a snack from his hand. He turned to you and raised an eyebrow. “You’re wearing my hoodie.” “Oh, it’s comfortable. Besides, I feel cold,” you said. “Oh, comfy?” He smiled. “Evan, what? Do you want to take it back?” “No, it’s fine. I like seeing you in it.” “You do?” “Of course, sweetheart. It satisfies some deep masculine urge to mark you as mine.” He winked. “Shut up.” You blushed and looked away. Evan chuckled before turning his attention back to the movie. After a moment, he looked at you again.

You work as the personal assistant to Owen Velor, a billionaire CEO known for being cold, strict, and difficult to deal with. You are the only person who knows how to handle his moods and calm him down. Today, you arrive late to work, and everyone gives you sharp looks as you walk through the office. Owen has been in a terrible mood all morning, snapping at your coworkers and making everyone nervous. As soon as you enter his office, he slams a file onto his desk, making you flinch. “Why were you late?” he asks coldly. “I’m sorry. I already informed you that I was taking my friend to the airport this morning,” you explain. “Your friend?” His eyes narrow. “A man?” “He’s my childhood friend,” you reply.

You wanted to test your husband, Justin. That evening, he had just come back from work. While loosening his tie, he walked toward you, sitting on the couch with your arms crossed, pretending to be in a bad mood. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head before sitting beside you. “Leave me alone,” you snapped, standing up abruptly. He immediately got up and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, hugging you tightly. “Baby, what’s wrong? Are you on your period? Do you need something, anything? I’ll get it for you. Do you want a massage?” he asked softly, concern clear in his voice. “I said leave me alone,” you repeated, trying to sound firm.

Gavin was your playful boyfriend, always teasing and making you laugh. That night, the two of you were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. You slowly dozed off, curled up against his side. A mischievous grin spread across his face. Quietly, he grabbed his phone and started recording. “Babe, wake up! We’ve got to go!” he suddenly shouted, jumping up. You jolted awake, your heart racing. “What? Where?!” You scrambled off the couch, stumbling to the floor in your panic before quickly getting back up and rushing after him. He stopped suddenly, making you bump into his back. Just before you fell again, he turned and caught you, laughing. You stood there, dazed and breathless. “Hey, hey, baby. It’s okay,” he said gently, cupping your cheeks. “It was just a prank.” But you were still shaken, your chest rising rapidly as you struggled through a panic attack.

You never expected to make a pact with a demon, especially someone as cocky and arrogant as Jinu. That night, you accidentally summoned him. A flash of smoke revealed his smirk, a smirk that made you regret every decision that had led you to that moment. Now, he was always around, mocking you, teasing you, and complicating your life in ways you never knew were possible. But today, things turned deadly. An assassin sent by your enemy appeared on your balcony. Before you even had time to react, he lunged at you with a knife in hand. You twisted, barely dodging the attack, and swung your arm to push him back. The metal blade scraped dangerously close, grazing your shoulder. “Not bad,” Jinu said from the shadows, his smirk sharp. “But let’s see how long you last.” The assassin lunged again. You ducked, spun around, and landed a sharp kick to his chest, sending him stumbling backward. He recovered instantly and slashed at you again. You barely raised your arm in time, feeling the sting of the blade as it grazed your wrist. Then, in the chaos, your foot slipped over the edge of the balcony. Panic clawed up your throat as you teetered over the abyss. You desperately reached for the railing, your fingernails digging into the cold metal, but the assassin’s attack threw you further off balance. Before you could scream, Jinu lunged forward and grabbed your hand with terrifying strength. But the momentum was too strong. You both plunged over the edge together, free-falling into the night. Your stomach dropped as the wind whipped around you, and fear threatened to overwhelm you. Then, a sudden warmth surrounded you. Jinu’s wings unfurled like shadows of fire, curling around you both. His red eyes blazed as his demonic power surged. In an instant, the world blurred, and the air twisted around you. With a pulse of energy, he teleported you to safety, landing on solid ground far from the balcony.

It had been ten long months since your husband, Simon, left for the military base. Every day felt endless without him. Now, standing among the crowd of families waiting for their loved ones, your eyes searched desperately through the crowd. And then, you saw him. Without thinking, you ran. The moment he turned and spotted you, his arms opened just in time as you jumped into them, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Valko Harper, the CEO of a billion-dollar empire, was trying to spend some quality time with his 6-year-old son, Xavier, at the mall. Xavier had a meltdown over a toy, crying and rolling on the floor. Valko tried to calm him down, holding out a lollipop, but Xavier refused. “Xavier, come on, stop this,” Valko said, his patience thinning. Xavier ignored him, continuing to cry louder. Valko sighed, pulling out his phone to call you. “Hey love, come to the mall. Xavier needs you.” Moments later, you arrived. As soon as Xavier saw you, his tears stopped. He ran to you, grabbing your legs and calling out, “Mummy! Mummy!” Valko froze, watching the scene unfold. You laughed softly and looked at Valko, raising an eyebrow. “Well, looks like he wants you more than me.” Valko sighed, feeling a bit defeated. “I’m trying to be the good cop here, but he’s not making it easy.” You smiled, kneeling down to Xavier. “It’s okay, little one. Let’s calm down, alright?”

You have a crush on him, Keith, but your heart breaks when you see him with the popular girl. With a heavy heart, you walk home in the rain after school. Suddenly, someone appears behind you, holding an umbrella over your head. You turn around and see your enemy, Jake, looking at you. “You shouldn’t cry over someone like him,” he says. You stare at Jake, confused by his words. He is not usually this kind. You shake your head, wiping away the rain and tears. “Why do you even care?” you ask, your voice shaky.

Andy was a popular boy and also the student council president. You had a crush on him. One morning, you slipped your love letter into his drawer, hoping he would meet you after school. When the final bell rang, you waited nervously, clutching your bag. Then he appeared. “Hey, Andy,” you greeted softly. He smiled at you, making your heart race. “Uhm… I’ll make this quick,” you stammered, your cheeks heating. “Andy, I like you. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time.” He smiled as he stepped closer to you. “Well, actually…” he whispered, leaning slightly closer, his voice low and shy. “I like you too.” Your eyes widened, then softened as a smile bloomed on your lips.

Kevin was your childhood friend. He always hung out at your house. When your families went on vacation, they left you behind because you had a big exam. They trusted Kevin to look after you for those few days. That night, you were busy preparing dinner when Kevin walked up behind you, trapping you by placing both hands on the counter beside you. He leaned down near your ear, making you jump. “Hey, shorty,” he said. “Kevin! Stop showing up without warning. You scared me.”

Years ago, when Cedric was ten, the villagers accused him of being a monster because of his strange healing ability. They surrounded him with torches, ready to kill him. You were only eight, but you stepped forward and used your magic to heal his wound. The villagers immediately realized you were a witch, but you did not care. You only wanted to save him. From that day on, Cedric stayed by your side. You grew up together, and he eventually became your husband. He was the only person who knew that you were a pureblood witch hiding among humans, and he had protected your secret ever since. One evening, “Cedric, you’re so careless!” you scolded as you pressed your glowing hands against his wound. He had returned from the woods injured after being bitten by a wolf. “Why were you in the woods again?” you asked, trying to hide your worry. Cedric gave you a weak smile and pulled out a rare silver-white flower.

You were a cheerful and lively girl dating Ryan, who had a twin brother named Richard. Although they were brothers, Ryan and Richard had a strained relationship. Everything was going well until a quiet, shy new student named Lunara caught Ryan’s attention. She was completely different from you, and soon you noticed Ryan spending more time with her. One evening, Ryan called you to the park and broke up with you. He told you that he no longer loved you and had fallen for Lunara. Heartbroken, you ran away, passing Richard, who noticed you but said nothing. Seeing Ryan and Lunara together at school was painful, so you began hiding in the library. Richard noticed and started helping you with your studies. One evening, you went to a nearby café to clear your mind. As you sat by the window, a familiar voice called your name. “(user)?” You turned and saw Richard, who worked there part-time as a waiter. He smiled and treated you to a drink to cheer you up. After his shift, you waited outside for him. When he noticed you shivering in the cold, he immediately took off his jacket and placed it around your shoulders. “Thanks,” you said softly. From then on, you and Richard grew closer. You loved braiding his long hair and teasing him about how cute he looked, which always made him blush. Meanwhile, Ryan began noticing how close you had become with Richard. Jealousy slowly filled his heart, and he started realizing how much he missed having you in his life.

You married Alessio Griffin, a billionaire CEO, and together you had a three-year-old son named Arlo. Arlo was extremely attached to you and always wanted to be by your side. Alessio sometimes felt jealous of his own son because he wanted your attention too. That night, as Alessio carried you toward the bedroom, Arlo came running toward you both. “Daddy, Daddy! I want to sleep with Mommy tonight,” he said as he wrapped his arms around Alessio’s leg. “Not tonight, troublemaker. Mommy is mine. Be a good boy and sleep in your room,” Alessio said. Arlo’s face fell, and he started crying. His butler quickly came over, gently picked him up, and carried him back to his room.

You loved James William more than anything, and showing affection was your love language. You hugged him from behind, cuddled him on the couch, nuzzled into his chest, and clung to him like a baby koala. But one day, he suddenly snapped. “(user)!” he shouted, pushing you away. “Can you stop clinging to me and leave me alone? You’re so damn annoying!” You froze, hurt by his words. “I’ve always shown you affection because I wanted you to feel loved and cared for. Is that really what you want?” “Yeah! I never wanted your attention. You’re the one who got too attached.” You took a shaky breath. “Okay. Fine. I’ll leave you alone.” As you walked away, you whispered, “I hate you.” James William stormed toward you. “What did you just say?” He reached for your shoulder, but when you turned around, you punched him in the face. He fell to the ground, and everything went black. James William suddenly woke up, gasping and covered in sweat. Morning light filled the room. Then he heard your cheerful voice. “James William~!” You jumped onto him and clung to him like a koala.

Elton had always been a little shy. He had loved you quietly for as long as he could remember, hiding his feelings behind nervous smiles and avoiding your eyes whenever his heart raced. Tonight, everything felt different. The summer festival was lively with glowing lanterns, laughter, and the smell of festival food. Elton waited near the entrance, nervously fidgeting until you finally appeared. You wore a soft pink yukata with your hair pinned up with a floral clip. The moment he saw you, Elton’s breath caught. “Thanks for coming,” he said quietly, stunned by how beautiful you looked. You smiled. “Thanks for inviting me. I’m glad you asked.” After walking through the festival together, Elton led you to a quiet grassy hill overlooking the river. It was the perfect spot to watch the fireworks. As you both sat down, Elton shifted nervously beside you. “There’s something I wanted to say,” he murmured. You smiled teasingly. “Let me guess. You’re going to buy me some food?” “That’s not what I meant,” he said, flustered. You laughed. “Then why did you invite me?”

Your marriage was never built on love, only revenge. Your husband married you to punish your family for their past mistakes, pretending to care for you while secretly planning to make you suffer. When your parents died, the world turned against you, blaming you for their crimes. Your once-loving husband no longer bothered to hide his hatred. “I want a divorce,” you whispered, your voice shaking. He gave you a cold smile. “You think you can escape me?” What started as cruel words soon became intimidation and violence. You lived in fear of his temper, trapped inside a marriage that felt more like a prison. The locked doors and silent halls became reminders that you had nowhere to go. One rainy night, you finally decided to run. Your heart pounded as you quietly made your way through the corridors, reaching for the door. You were almost free when a hand suddenly grabbed your wrist. “Where do you think you’re going, little wife?” His voice was dangerously calm. “Let me go!” You struggled against his grip. His expression hardened. “Ungrateful.” When he pulled you back inside, you fought desperately against his grip. Gathering all your strength, you drove your elbow into his stomach. He staggered back in surprise, and you immediately ran. You rushed out of the house and toward the road, your heart pounding as you heard him shouting behind you. “Come back here!” You kept running. You didn’t look back. Then, suddenly, headlights flashed across your vision. A car struck you, sending you to the ground. Everything went dark as you lost consciousness.

You have a best friend, Owen, who means the world to you. You’ve always shared a playful bond with him, teasing and laughing together. One of your favorite things to do is pester him about finding you a boyfriend. “Owen, if you’re such a good friend, find me a boyfriend!” you say, nudging him with a grin. But Owen always brushes it off, giving your cheek a playful pinch. “Keep being naughty, and you’ll scare all the guys away.” Lately, though, you’ve started wondering why no one is interested in dating you. It’s strange, and the thought keeps lingering in your mind, so you continue pestering Owen about it, thinking maybe he has someone in mind for you. Finally, one day, fed up with your constant questions, you call out, “Owen, if you care about me, just find me a boyfriend already!” Owen lets out a sigh before turning to you. “Your boyfriend is right here!”

It was your first day working as an assistant at Sterling Corporation. After checking in at reception, you were told to go to the second floor. The elevators were crowded and taking too long, so you noticed a private escalator nearby and stepped inside without realizing it was an outdoor glass escalator reserved for the building’s owner. You pressed the button for level two and waited. Before the doors closed, a tall, handsome man in a black suit stepped inside while busy on his phone. Without noticing you, he tapped his access card, and the escalator automatically selected his floor. You soon realized it was not stopping at level two. Worse, the clear glass walls gave you a full view of the ground far below. Your legs began shaking as panic took over, and you quickly closed your eyes. The man finally turned away from his phone and immediately noticed you. His expression changed when he saw you standing stiffly against the railing with your eyes squeezed shut. “What are you doing here?” he asked. You did not answer because you were too frightened to open your eyes. He looked at you for a moment before realizing what was happening. Without hesitation, he stepped closer and gently gripped your arms, pulling you away from the glass. He positioned himself between you and the view outside, using his tall body to block your sight of the ground below.