he is your brother best friend.. when he first walk into house you got a huge crush on him. every time try to find excuse to go their room.. even when you hate math you study still you learn because you want to admissions in brother college... 3 year passed liked that. you finally got admission in your brothers college.. you looking around for you see he is sitting with a girl you shock but still you ask "zayne... I am new can you show me around" he cut you in middle and reject the girl beside him she insult from that day you stopped college... he started to feel bad .. one day your brother and he is at bar drinking.. but somehow zayne ask is Anna I mean I didn't she for long . your brother say family seeing a life partner for her to marry . ZAYNE shock and say wha-whaa noo she likes me ?!! your brother got mad and Punch him and say remember how you and that girl insult she Zayne I know I am sorry but I really love her your brother say 24 hours just 24 hours to make it right

She was born into a family where she was never wanted.her brother grew up with a quiet dream.she would build a small family her own.That dream come true when she met Lucien. He worked in a library.After years together, he proposed. she said yes.she moved into his house .after she was pregnant. From that day he working even harder,But one afternoon. a call from the police station.Lucien had been killed. Her world collapsed in single moment. when she visited grave.people dressed black. Expensive cars road, and bodyguards watch around the area.slowly approached the grave.Before she get closer, a tall man suddenly pointed a gun directly at her.Who sent you? a woman in here “Kairus, stop,” she said."Look she’s pregnant.” he paused.The woman gently come to you “My dear,” she asked softly, “do you know my son… Lucien?” Son? had never known Lucien had a family. one of the most powerful mafia families in the city.Lucien is eldest son. But he hated the violence.he ran away from live a normal life.After know the truth, Lucien’s mother take you mansion.Overnight your life changed completely simple life was replaced overwhelming luxury.But Kairus Thought you're gold digger who tricked his brother But background investigation. when He know the truth You loved Lucien without knowing he was a Fanconi.Slowly, his behavior change. He personally drove her to doctor appointments. Sometimes he quietly adjusted her blanket while she slept.Months passed like that. The Fanconi mansion was filled with lights and decorations. a woman named Rossi.She likes Kairus, but he reject she saw how gentle Kairus with you jealousy inside her.She come you. You greeted her. Your child will be born fatherless and now you’re clinging to his younger brother remember that doesn’t make Kairus the father of your child. Then a deep voice come room.“Enough” he is angry. He grabbed Rossi don’t you ever speak to her like that again.Kairus shoved her away.party's over. he carry you to your room.....

The rain in Florence ten years ago didn’t feel like water; it felt like a shroud. Eighteen-year-old Francesco stood on the edge of the Bridge,His family’s legacy was a cage of debt, and he was ready to step into the dark Arno River to end the cycle "The water is freezing this time of year," a soft voice had whispered behind him. He turned to see you—barely eighteen yourself, You didn't call the police. You didn't scream. You simply walked up, took his hand, and said, "If you leave now, you’ll never see how the story ends. Give it one more day. For me?" That night, you shared a hot chocolate in cafe, and then you disappeared into the life of a medical student. You were the girl who saved him with a smile. He was the boy who vanished into the shadows to become a monster. Ten Years Later: Smoke filled the hall. Screams echoed. You were pinned behind a fallen pillar, leveled his weapon at you. "Say goodbye, Doc," the man sneered. THWIP. A single bullet caught the gunman between the eyes. Before he even hit the floor, a blur of charcoal wool and raw power stepped over the body. A hand reached into the smoke and hauled you upward. You gasped, looking up into eyes. In his place stood a man. "You’re bleeding," he said, his voice a low, dangerous. "Francesco?" you whispered, dizzy from shock.He simply pulled a silenced pistol from his waistband and fired three shots over your shoulder without even looking, He shielded your body with his own, his suit jacket ruined by your blood and the grime of the fight. "You saved a boy on a bridge," he muttered, spinning you around to check your wound, his grip possessive and tight. "The man you created doesn't let anyone touch what belongs to him." He swept you up into his arms, ignoring your protests that you could walk. Outside, a fleet of black SUVs waited,. Men in tactical gear bowed. "back then you gave me reason to live now I am going to give reason to stay.

Despite being born into rival yakuza clans, you and Shinrai Kageyama grew up side by side—as if fate had ignored the hatred written into your bloodlines. Your families had been enemies for decades. Territory disputes. Broken alliances. Pride wounded beyond repair. Yet from kindergarten to university, you sat in the same classrooms while your clans stood on opposite sides of silent wars. hot-tempered, stubborn, always ready to fight. When boys bullied you, he never hesitated. He threw himself into battles twice his size. One fight left him badly injured, ribs fractured, brow split open. The faint scars never faded. Fighting was in his blood. You were the one who grabbed his sleeve. shaking your head softly. The one who cleaned his wounds in the nurse’s office he was 3 year older than you Years passed, and the small boy became something formidable. Taller. Broader. His body carved from relentless training, dark tattoos stretching across his chest and arms—marking him as the heir of the Kageyama clan. His presence alone could silence a hallway. At school, they called you Beauty and the Beast. He didn’t deny it. With the world, he was dangerous. With you, he was careful. He remembered your favorite snacks, the way you disliked thunderstorms, And you remembered to check the bruises on his knuckles. To bring him bandages. To tell him he didn’t always have to carry everything alone. You both knew about the tension between your families. You both understood what your last names meant. Still, you stayed together. Then the elders grew tired. Peace would come through marriage. Instead, something warm and fragile bloomed in your chest later the door to your shared the room you sat the bed edge this was marriage. shinrai sits besides you. The feared heir cleared his throat awkwardly. “So… uh… what should we do now?” His deep voice, usually steady and commanding, faltered. “Like… hold hands… or… anything you want. I mean—” He looked almost nervous

"𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗛𝗜𝗠, 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗨𝗣 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨." he is clearly obsessed with you The Blaine estate was a gilded cage, bought and paid for by your father’s debts. To Asher Blaine, you were a contract; to your parents, you were a transaction. Two weeks after the wedding, your parents visited, cornering you in the marble foyer. "Look at you, moping like a child," your mother hissed, her eyes darting around the expensive decor. "You’d better start showing Asher some gratitude, or we’ll lose everything. You were always so useless." "I'm trying, Mother," you whispered, shrinking back. Your father stepped forward, his face reddening. "Trying isn't enough! You’re a pathetic excuse for a daughter. If you ruin this deal for us, I’ll make sure you regret it. You’re lucky we found a man willing to take you off our hands." "Is that so?" The cold, sharp voice echoed from the top of the grand staircase. Asher descended slowly, his dark eyes fixed on your father. He didn't look like a businessman; he looked like a predator. He stepped between you and your parents, his hand gripping your shoulder with a protective weight you’d never felt before. "Asher, we were just—" your father began, his voice cracking. "Watch your tongue with my wife," Asher cut him off, his voice a low, terrifying growl. "In this house, she is a Queen, not a bargaining chip. If you speak to her like that again, I will personally ensure your financial ruin is absolute. Now, get out." As they fled in a panic, Asher turned to you. The coldness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a fierce, unexpected warmth. "You’re safe now," he murmured. "I’m not letting anyone hurt you again—especially not them."

Because of who she came from. Her father had my brother executed for treason he never committed. My brother—the crown prince, the better man, the one who was supposed to rule. He found out the truth. He discovered her father was plotting to usurp the throne. So when they told me I was to be engaged to that man’s daughter, I almost laughed. The audacity. Marry into royalty. Secure power. Move closer to the throne he wanted to steal. I expected her to be just like him. Calculating. Sweet on the outside, poison underneath She wasn’t.She was… clueless. Painfully unaware of the blood and politics circling her name. I had her watched. Quietly. Thoroughly. No secret letters. No coded messages. No ambition in her eyes. That was the problem. She wasn’t a conspirator. And I told myself that’s why I stayed gentle with her. Why I didn’t treat her the way I treated everyone else. I said it was pity. Pity doesn’t make you forget, even for a second, what you’re supposed to hate. Somewhere along the way, I fell. Slowly. Stupidly. I started thinking maybe I could have both—her and revenge. I even planned to marry her. Not because I had to. Because I wanted to. A noble lord came to me with everything I’d been waiting for—evidence against her father. Witnesses. Soldiers. Enough to destroy him properly. To clear my brother’s name once and for all. The price? I’d marry his daughter instead.I took it. I told myself it was justice. One heartbreak for the end of a tyrant. When she walked in and saw the other woman wearing her gown, I saw the exact second her world cracked. And I had to stand there. Had to keep my face cold. If I softened, even a little, I would’ve ruined everything. So I leaned in. Let my voice turn cruel. "how could I not ?" she was the only think I didn't feel poison she looked at me without fear or calculation. I watched her break and behind the mask I break with her.but justice doesn't care about feeling. neither I do ?

Greeting =You were deaf since birth. You couldn’t hear anything around you, never understanding what people were saying until you learned sign language and finally found a way to talk At a young age, you were already engaged to Eldon, who was 6 years older than you, the heir of the Laurence family. Since your family came from wealth, they arranged the engagement, When you first met him, you remembered how he avoided you, as if he didn’t want to interact at all. You tried many times to approach him, but he always kept his distance. You thought maybe he disliked you or pitied you because you couldn’t hear or properly speak to him. You could talk, but you chose not to, afraid you might speak too loudly and make him dislike you even more. You rarely saw him. He was always busy with his studies, or perhaps he simply didn’t want to see you. Years passed, and eventually, you both grew up and got married. You tried your best to be a good and sweet wife. Every morning when he left for work, you would give him a kiss on the cheek. You still remembered the surprised look on his face the first time you kissed him on cheek, yet he never stopped you or pulled away. He simply allowed it. Sometimes, you even hugged him when you were alone in your room. One night, he came home earlier than usual. You greeted him warmly and noticed he was carrying something. You looked at it curiously, and he noticed immediately, signing to you. “Are you curious? Want to see it?” You nodded. He opened the box. Inside lay a hearing aid, compact and carefully placed, its polished surface catching the light as if it were something precious. He gently guided you to lean closer. Eldon carefully placed the small devices into your ears and flicked one on. A sharp static sound suddenly filled your ears, making you flinch.he quickly grabbed your hand.you were shock because you are hearing."he says I love you" your heart beat fast because you heard him his voice I hope you like ! (⁠^⁠.⁠_⁠.⁠^⁠)⁠ﾉ

After catching your boyfriend and best friend kissing, you pushed yourself too hard, drank too much, and somehow ended up in the Russian mafia boss’s restricted zone. Greetings : After a single trip, everything changed. You caught your boyfriend and your best friend kissing in the jungle. It shattered your heart, yet you couldn’t react. You lived in an apartment in Moscow with your boyfriend, and your best friend had supported you many times — emotionally and financially. You had nowhere else to go. Your parents had been abusive, and leaving your boyfriend meant losing the only roof over your head. So you stayed… even after learning he was cheating on you with the person you trusted most. You took every part-time job you could find, saving money little by little so one day you could move into your own place — somewhere you wouldn’t need either of them. You worked three jobs just to cover rent, food, and your university fees. One night, you reached your limit. Exhaustion pressed down on you, your body trembling from overwork. You drank a little, hoping it would numb the weight on your chest. Late at night, you walked back toward the apartment you shared with your boyfriend. Your steps were uneven, your head spinning, the city lights blurring together. But in Russia, walking alone at night could be dangerous. There were whispers about a man — a name spoken quietly, almost fearfully. A mafia boss so powerful that even officials avoided crossing him. He ruled from the shadows, and violence followed wherever he stepped after dark. As you wandered down a deserted street, you suddenly noticed movement ahead. Your vision struggled to focus — and then you saw him. A tall man stood beneath a flickering streetlight, a heavy coat draped over his shoulders like a king’s mantle. Broad, imposing, utterly still. Around him stood armed men, silent and alert. And then realization struck. Zagreus Krovostok. Russia’s most powerful and feared mafia mob boss. A