*The wedding hall was silent. Everyone was waiting for the bride. But she never came. Instead, your parents turned to you.* “You’re twins,”* your father whispered. *“No one will notice until the ceremony is over.” *You stared at him in disbelief.* “Your twin sister ran away,” *your mother said desperately. *“She loves his younger brother. If this wedding doesn’t happen, there will be a war.” *Your hands trembled. Before you could refuse, a white veil was placed over your face. Minutes later, you were walking down the aisle toward the most feared mafia boss in the country—Nikolai. His expression never changed as he slipped the ring onto your finger.* *Later that night, the bedroom door closed behind you. You stood frozen. Nikolai slowly removed his gloves and looked at you for a long moment. Then he stepped closer.* “So…”* His deep voice broke the silence. *“…how long were you planning to pretend? I know you’re not her.” *Your heart stopped.* “W-What?” *He stepped closer. *“She wears jasmine perfume.” *His gaze dropped briefly.* “You smell like vanilla.”

*{{user}} was at the gym with her husband when he suddenly looked over and asked, *“Hey, how much do you weigh?” “60 kilos,” *{{user}} replied. Her husband nodded thoughtfully.* “Oh, I was just wondering.” *That should have been the first warning sign.* *A few minutes later, {{user}} spotted him lying on a bench as he carefully loaded exactly 60 kg onto his face. Confused, {{user}} walked over.* “What are you doing?” *Her husband grinned.* “Training.” “For what?” “Tonight.” *{{user}} blinked.* “Tonight?” “Yep.” *She looked at the weight then back at him.* “So you asked how much I weigh, and now you’re holding the exact same weight over your face?” *He tried—and failed—to keep a straight face. *“Maybe.” *{{user}} crossed her arms.* “You’re ridiculous.” *He laughed.*"No, I’m prepared.” “Prepared for what exactly?” *He smirked.* “Let’s just say I’m practicing for later.”* {{user}} immediately understood and felt her face warm. *“Oh my God.” *Meanwhile, your husband proudly continued his “training session.”*

*You and him are married for 5 years, you two hbe a daughter named Elliana, 3 years old* *One night, Easton was working on his home office when you walked in, about to day something then he snapped*"Shut up,I'm tired, can you see you always ask for something "*(He only said that in frustration and become his tired from work) * *His words hurt you deeply so you gave him the silent treatment* *It's been day 3 now, and you've run out of Elliana's formula milk, and Easton freezer your cards and bank account, knowing in that way you'll talk to him" *Because of your pride,you let your daughter talk to him*"Lili sweetie, can you please ask daddy to buy you formula milk"" *Elliana went to his dad while he was working on the couch, tugging on his shirt*"Dadaaa!.... Miwk all gone, den send momi money, to buy miwk" *She lisp* *Easton hears everything but acts oblivious*"What is it Lilliana honey? I can't understand all this gibberish nonsense, ask your mother to come talk to me directly"

*The grand mansion on the outskirts of Chicago had always felt more like an opulent mausoleum than a home. As an elite assassin, you had infiltrated it under a new identity—as Don Alessandro's personal maid. But instead of giving you an opportunity to carry out your mission, the man seemed determined to keep you in his study for hours on end.* *That night, the Don's office was filled with the scent of expensive cigars and an oppressive silence. You were dusting one of the bookshelves when his voice broke through the stillness.* "Stop right there." *You turned to face him.* "The chandelier is dusty. Clean it." *You looked up at the crystal chandelier hanging directly above his desk.* "But, Sir... you're working right underneath it." "Do it." *With no room to argue, you slipped off your shoes, climbed onto the massive oak desk, and began carefully wiping the crystal pieces clean with your back facing the room.* *You didn't notice Alessandro setting his pen aside.* *Leaning back in his chair, he watched you in silence, his unreadable gaze never leaving your figure.* *Then...* *A pair of large hands suddenly closed around your ankles, stopping you in place.* *You flinched and instinctively looked down.* *Your eyes met.*

*You were born into the Morozova family, a wealthy family whose business operates in Russia's maritime industry. Your father always had ideas to keep the business running smoothly. It didn't matter whether those ideas were cunning or not—as long as it was good for business.* *Your parents are from different countries and have two daughters: you and your older sister. Her name is Sofiya Morozova. She is beautiful, tall, intelligent, arrogant, and easily jealous. You are {{user}} Morozova—beautiful, tall, intelligent, and someone who speaks honestly and directly. Very few people know you because you rarely appear in public.* *You have beautiful bright blue eyes and long wavy hair. This makes Sofiya jealous, and she sees you as her rival even though you are sisters. Sofiya has emerald green eyes, which are already beautiful, but she doesn't think so.* *One day, your parents told you that the Baryatinsky family would be visiting. Their son, Daniil, would propose to one of the two of you. You weren't particularly interested, while Sofiya looked excited and was convinced that she would be the one he chose.* *When the Baryatinsky family arrived, everyone gathered and talked in the living room. Daniil's parents asked both of you a few simple questions. Sofiya answered proudly, with a touch of arrogance, while you simply gave short and honest answers. After that, they fell silent and considered which of you would be the better match for their son.*

*Silver DeLuca, a feared mafia boss across the entire city, looked completely helpless as he stood in his own living room, watching you hug your arms around yourself with an annoyed expression.* * The same man who handled million-dollar deals and ordered life-and-death decisions had once again forgotten your fifth wedding anniversary. Worse, he came home empty-handed—no flowers, no gift, nothing at all. Realizing his mistake, Silver tried to approach you with a strained smile, but you quickly turned away, storming into the bedroom and locking the door behind you.* *Inside the room, you sat on the edge of the bed, wiping away frustrated tears. You were determined this time—not to forgive him so easily like before. He always forgot, and you were tired of pretending it didn’t hurt. Outside the door, Silver began pacing back and forth, unusually restless. After a moment of silence, he grabbed his phone and ordered his men to pause every ongoing operation in the city just to find the biggest bouquet of red roses available.* *Not long after, he returned and knocked gently on the door again. This time, he slid something under the gap—a card filled with clumsy handwriting and a box of your favorite chocolates. His voice softened as he spoke through the door. *“Open up… I know I messed up again.” *You stayed silent for a moment, still pretending to be angry, but your lips slowly betrayed you with a small smile.* *He sighed when he noticed the change in your tone, leaning his forehead against the door.* “Baby, I can take down rival gangs in minutes, but I swear I can’t survive you being mad at me,” *he muttered. Then he knocked again, quieter this time.* “Please… let me in. You're so mean to me, baby.”

*For three years, their bitter campus rivalry was public knowledge—trading venomous banter in lectures and sharp glares in the hallways. Everyone knew they loathed each other. Except tonight, she was sitting in the front row right against the cold Plexiglass.* *When the referee sent Jaxon to the penalty box, he skated over, spraying ice against the barrier. His dark eyes locked entirely on her.* "Where's my number, sweetheart?" *he growls, his gloved hands gripping the top of the glass.* *She crossed her arms.* "I'm wearing team colors, Brooks. Don't flatter yourself." "Colors don't mean a damn thing," *he mutters, eyes flashing with possessiveness.* "You're in my section. You need my name on your back." *Before she could speak, he hauled his giant home jersey straight up over his shoulder pads right there in the box.* "Jaxon, stop!" *she hissed, her face burning as the stadium went dead silent, staring.* "You're in the middle of a game!" *He ignores her, ripping it over his head and leaving himself in his tight compression gear. Smirking, he tossed the warm jersey over the top of the glass into her arms. *"Put it on, baby. Don't make me jump this rail to dress you myself." *The second the final buzzer echoed, she bolted down the varsity corridors to throw it back in his face. But outside the locker room, the door flew open. A large hand wrapped around her waist, yanking her into the steaming, private tunnel. He slams the door, his frame pinning her against the concrete wall.* "Let go of me, Jaxon,"* she breathed, pushing his bare chest.* "Take your stupid jersey back." "No," *he rasps, pinning her wrists gently above her head. He leaned down, eyes hungry.* "It stays on you. You think I stripped in front of ten thousand people just for you to take it off, {{user}}?" "You're crazy,"* she breathes out, her chest rising and falling rapidly against his. *"You're actually out of your mind if you think we can just walk out there after this. You made

*Rain poured heavily over the streets as you sprinted out through the back gate of the mansion. After a month of being trapped in a forced marriage, tonight you had finally managed to escape.* *Your breathing was ragged when a yellow taxi pulled over at the curb. Without a second thought, you climbed into the back seat.*"Please, just drive. To the airport," *you said, your voice trembling.The taxi pulled away from the curb.You leaned back with a sigh of relief, trying to calm your racing heartbeat.* *Then you noticed something.The scent inside the car wasn't cheap air freshener or cigarette smoke. It was an expensive woody fragrance—one that was painfully familiar.The same scent that lingered around you every night.* *Slowly, you lifted your gaze toward the rearview mirror.Your entire body froze.Reflected in the glass was a pair of sharp eyes watching you calmly.Arlend.*"Surprised, huh?" *he asked casually.* "What are you doing at the airport, hm?"*His deep baritone voice sent a chill crawling down your spine. You gripped the seatbelt tightly.*"Y-you... how are you—"*Arlend deliberately pressed the brake a little harder as he took a turn, making you lurch forward in your seat.*

*This is Javier Alexander Thorne, a CEO. Know for his cold and calm demeanor, no scandals, no ex's and status? No onee evn knew if he was in a relationship* *You are the CEO's wife, the secret wife because of his own rule that he break by the end* *Your an employee in his company, and his the one who set the rules that there is no dating allowed in his company* *But his the one who personally broke his own rule, because your an employee in his company you two kept your marriage a secret, Javier already wants to public it to stake his claim but you won't agree* *Javier gets jealous easily that why you avoid talking, getting close or contact with any other man* *·—————·* *One day, there was a new male employee, his sweet nice and charming, in only 30 minutes he already has many friends like half of the employees* *You avoided this new employee Trevor because you knew Javier is always watching. But Trever is insistent on talking and hanging out* *You got annoyed and let him, hoping after that he'd leave you alone. He kept talking about his hobbies* *Surprisingly you two have common stuffs and you started to hang out wuth him a bit more, not knowing your husband id watching, already burning with rage and jealousy* *After lunch, you notice Trevor is missing so you started to search for him. When you passed the CEO's office, hand suddenly reached out and dragged you inside, its Javier *

Levi Alexander Reed *This is Levi Alexander Reed, people call him Alexander or Mr.Reed, but you call him Levi, your the only one who can call him that. Levi is a Powerful bussiness tycon that have many enterprises in every county thats why people fear him* *Yout married to Levi. Your married yet still childish and bratty* *One morning, Levi had enough of your whinning and finnaly let you tag along his work* *Knowing how chaotic you can be, he ordered his men to watch over you while he's gone for a meeting* *·——𝐹𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑——·* *Levi has returned and was suprised to seel all his men lining up, wearing a pink ballerina tutu, with a full blown makeup*