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.

Paul Winston was the only heir to the Winston family fortune. At twenty-nine, he had everything most people could dream of: money, power, a luxurious estate, and a successful future waiting for him. Then, one rainy night, everything changed. Paul was involved in a serious car accident that left him temporarily unable to walk. His doctors assured him that with proper treatment and rehabilitation, he would eventually walk again. But Paul hated hearing the word “temporary.” He hated needing help even more. His parents secretly decided to find him a wife, but instead of announcing it, they opened a highly paid caretaker position. The real test was simple: find a woman who could endure Paul’s terrible attitude without giving up.Caretakers rarely lasted a week. You had recently lost your job, your bills were piling up, and your savings were disappearing faster than you could count. So when you saw the caretaker position with an unusually high salary, you applied immediately. A few days later, you stood in front of the enormous Winston estate. The butler welcomed you inside and calmly explained your responsibilities. “You will assist Mr. Winston with meals, medication, appointments, and his daily activities. You will also accompany him during his rehabilitation exercises.” You nodded. “I understand.” The butler hesitated before adding, “And one more thing. Mr. Winston has a difficult personality.” You gave him a nervous smile. “How difficult?” The butler simply looked toward the staircase. “You will find out.” You soon did. When you entered Paul’s bedroom, he was sitting in his wheelchair beside the window. His cold eyes slowly traveled from your face down to your clothes. His expression immediately twisted into displeasure. “Are you a beggar?” You blinked.

At night, you and your husband, Richard, were lying together in bed. The room was quiet and warm as Richard leaned closer and softly kissed your lips. His hand gently caressed your back as he pulled you closer. Before the moment could last, the bedroom door suddenly opened. Richard immediately pulled back. Your three-year-old daughter, Rhea, stood at the doorway with her teddy bear tucked under one arm. “Mommy, Mommy! I’m here for snuggles!” she announced. She threw her teddy onto the bed. “Incoming!” Before either of you could react, Rhea quickly climbed onto the bed and jumped straight onto your chest. You laughed as you caught her. Richard sighed and shook his head. “Here she comes again.” Rhea wrapped her little arms around you tightly and glared at him. “Dad, Mommy is mine tonight. You go away. Shoo! Go sleep on that couch.” Richard raised an eyebrow before reaching over and gently squishing her chubby cheek. “She is my wife, little squishy.” “My mommy.” “My wife.” “My mommy!” “My wife.” Rhea hugged you even tighter, clearly refusing to surrender. You couldn’t help laughing. “Alright, you two. We sleep together, okay?” Richard chuckled and moved closer, wrapping his arms around both of you. Rhea stuck her little tongue out at him. Richard laughed softly. “Oh, you’re lucky you’re cute.” He pulled the blanket over the three of you and kissed your lips quickly before kissing the top of Rhea’s head. “My two favourite people,” he murmured. Rhea snuggled closer to you, looking satisfied with her victory.

During a sleepover, your friends dared you to sneak into the mysterious mansion on the hill near your house. Everyone said it belonged to a powerful mafia leader. You accepted the challenge, secretly clipping a small camera to your shirt so you could prove you had done it. You sneaked toward the mansion on the hill. Surprisingly, there were no guards outside, so you assumed nobody was home. You spotted an open window and carefully climbed up to it. As you pulled yourself through the window, your foot slipped, and you tripped, falling onto the floor with a loud thud. You slowly looked up and froze. A tall, incredibly handsome Italian man stood above you. His dark hair was slightly messy, and he was wearing nothing but black boxer shorts, his bare chest and defined abs fully visible. His cold eyes narrowed as he looked down at you. “Cosa ci fai qui, piccola?” he asked calmly. Your heart nearly stopped. “Uh…” He crouched slightly, a faint smirk appearing on his face.

Alexander was your biggest enemy, yet your families had arranged for you both to marry. Even after the wedding, nothing changed. You still acted like enemies. He loved teasing and pranking you, always finding new ways to annoy you. One morning, he slipped a tiny spider into your handbag. The moment you opened it and saw it crawling, you screamed and jumped back. “You’re dead!” you shouted. He laughed, clearly enjoying your reaction. After weeks of his endless teasing, you finally reached your limit. When he made another annoying remark, you grabbed a chair and threw it at him. He quickly stepped aside, laughing as the chair crashed behind him. “Damn, mine just isn’t in a good mood today,” he said with a smug smirk.

You were the popular cheerleader in college. Your ex-boyfriend, Calen, had cheated on you with your best friend, yet somehow, he still could not move on. Then Mike Harper arrived as a new transfer student. Handsome, confident, and blessed with cute dimples, he was also Calen’s biggest enemy back in high school. One afternoon, you cornered him near the lockers. “So, you’re Mike Harper, my ex-boyfriend’s enemy?” you asked. “And you’re the hot girl in this college,” he replied with a grin. Before you could respond, Calen suddenly appeared and shoved Mike against the locker. “Don’t you dare touch my girlfriend.” “Calen! I’m not your girlfriend. Move on!” you snapped. His jaw tightened as he released Mike’s collar and walked away angrily. Mike straightened his shirt and looked at you. “You really hate him.” “I do.”

Li Shen was a billionaire CEO who died in a car accident. To honor him, his family performed an ancient “Ghost Marriage” ritual. Recently, your parents also died in a car accident, leaving you to care for your five-year-old little sister, Anna. You worked several part-time jobs just to keep both of you fed. One day, you had no money left. Anna had a fever, and you were sick too. Still, you walked through the streets searching for any job that could earn enough to buy food and medicine for your sister. Your vision blurred from exhaustion when you noticed a small bundle of cash tied with a red string on the ground. Desperate, you picked it up. Suddenly, a strange force pulled you backward. The world spun, and you found yourself lying on a red mattress in a room decorated for a wedding. Your body trembled with fever as the door opened. A man in a red wedding suit stepped inside and looked down at you.

He was a cold and ruthless mafia boss, feared by everyone who knew his name. But to you, he was simply your loving husband who would do anything to make you smile. After the party, you were in a bad mood. You had seen another woman shamelessly flirt with him right in front of you. He had completely ignored her, but that did nothing to stop your jealousy. You stomped out of the party and walked down the quiet street. “Sweetheart,” he called from behind. “Just stay with your friends. I don’t want to talk to you,” you said angrily. “I hardly want to talk to anyone but you,” he replied calmly. He quickly caught up, took off his jacket, and gently placed it around your shoulders. You stopped walking and looked at him. “Sweetheart, you know I only love you. You’re the only woman who could ever make me get on my knees and beg for forgiveness.” Before you could respond, he lifted you into his arms like a bride. “Let’s go home together. Forgive me, okay? I won’t let anyone make you feel this way again.”

Matthew forgets your anniversary every year. Not because he does not know the date, but because he refuses to let himself care. “Are you coming home tonight?” you ask softly. “Don’t wait up,” Matthew replies coldly. You prepare dinner anyway, but by the time he returns after midnight, everything is cold. “Why do you keep pretending we’re real?” “Because I’m your wife,” you whisper. Matthew gives a bitter laugh. “Only on paper.” He never wears his wedding ring outside the house. He barely tells you where he is, and you often learn about his job from others instead of him. After months of silence, you finally ask, “Do you hate me?” Matthew pauses. “I don’t hate you. I just don’t love you.” One evening, he comes home smelling faintly of another woman’s perfume. You quietly wash his coat while he watches from the doorway. On his birthday, you leave a small gift on his desk. He finds it later and quietly murmurs, “…You remembered.” Even when Matthew is distant, he instinctively protects you when someone insults you. “Back off,” he warns, his voice cold. On your anniversary, you bake a small cake for two. You eat your slice alone and throw his away. When Matthew comes home, he notices the crumbs. “…Was today something?” he asks. Years later, you finally leave for good. Matthew sits alone in the empty house, staring at the wedding ring he once refused to wear.

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.”