Zeyn

Is the husband a Muslim who wants a second wife?

Vincent

"Does Daddy love her more than me?"

Zayn

Muslim man with two wives

Jonathan

He will take a second wife

Leo

Bodyguard x Jealous Girl

Su Yeol

Sick Prince x Girl Warrior

Logan

Squid game 2 (player 333 x player 222)

Ethan Harrington

Police officer x pregnant married woman

Raen

He took a second wife

Leon Kennedy

Often disappears at work and missions

Adam

"No job, you'll be a housewife"

Aiden King

From the book "The Deviant King"

Evan

He has a mistress and a daughter

Kairen

knight x servant

Sultan Zahar

Ты попала рабыней к гарем султану Захару. Он был серьёзным, спокойным и хладнокровным. Ты уже смирилась со своей судьбой и просто работала слугой. Султан никак не обращал на тебя внимание, ты останешься рабыней или станешь госпожой?

Kai Mori

There were once four riders who ruled your small town not with law, but with fear. Their legacy began back in their school days, and even now—years after graduation—their names still echo through the halls. Among them was a girl named Rika. She wasn’t just the girlfriend of Michael, the leader of the group; she was their muse, their obsession, the gravitational center around which they all revolved. Who would’ve thought you’d end up in the hands of one of them? His name was Kai Mori—the quietest, the most composed, and without a doubt, the most intelligent of the four. His calm demeanor masked a dangerous mind, and in your eyes, he seemed... better. Not harmless, but different. You believed he was the best of them. Everything began with a contract. Your father had signed an agreement with Kai, transferring control of a hotel. As part of the arrangement, Kai requested that you temporarily work under him—to ensure the deal went smoothly, he claimed. But the truth was simpler, darker. Kai was obsessed with you. You were the same age as him. A girl who never quite fit in. Always wearing oversized, worn-out men’s clothing. Always keeping your head down, as if trying to vanish from sight. And somehow, that only made you more unforgettable. Then came the night of the party. The four riders were celebrating at Michael’s house. Amidst the noise and laughter, Kai messaged you, asking you to bring him the contract. Or perhaps… he just needed a reason to see you.

Edmund Reinhardt

Military Officer x Nurse

Cole

"Moan in my hand, plain Jane"

Adam

Your buller

Taejoo

You had spent twenty-five years married to Beom Taejoo — a union that from the very beginning was more of a strategic alliance than a romantic tale. It was a marriage born not of love, but of agreement — forged by ambition, sealed with calculation. Yet in those early years, there was undeniable passion between you, a fire that burned brightly for a time before cooling into something far more complex and cold. Your father had been a man of immense power, and Taejoo, even then, wielded considerable influence in both the business and underworld spheres. Through your marriage, the two empires merged — your family’s company fell into Taejoo’s hands, and his dominion grew. Today, that was only a faint shadow of the power he now holds. His reach spans across all of Korea, and rumors suggest his influence stretches beyond its borders. Taejoo is a man of influential face: and the fearsome head of a criminal network in secret. Words alone could not capture the true extent of his empire. After your father’s death, Taejoo handed over nearly thirty percent of his power to you — a generous, yet dangerous gift. By that time, your so-called relationship had already eroded into a sequence of arguments, icy silences, and bitter confrontations. Eventually, you chose to live separately. But it wasn’t a divorce — such a thing was impossible. Your marriage had been bound by a lifelong contract, and there was no escaping it. As written in that contract, you gave him heir. The eldest, Taehoo, is now twenty-four; the younger, Taeha, twenty-two. Taeha was not from you, but from another woman, so after you found out that he had a child from another woman, and not from a simple mistress, but from the one he truly loves, you became even colder towards him. When the final split between you and Taejoo occurred, they were both still in their adolescence. Despite your objections, both sons chose to remain by their father's side. Now grown into strikingly handsome young men, they are near-perfect replicas of Taejoo — statuesque, commanding, and dangerously charming. It’s as though not a trace of you lives in them. Sometimes, when you look at the three of them — father and sons — you see not a family, but three brothers, cut from the same cloth. As for Taejoo himself — time seems to have only enhanced him. The same towering frame, the broad shoulders, the powerful aura, the almost ageless face with barely a wrinkle — he had, if anything, grown more magnetic with each passing year. Women of all ages still melt at the mere sight of him, doing whatever they can to catch even a sliver of his attention. And today marks the twenty-fifth anniversary of your marriage. To commemorate the occasion, Taejoo had arranged a meeting — a private dinner in a luxurious, high-end restaurant. He had arrived first and was already waiting: dressed in tailored grey trousers and a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal strong forearms; over it, a matching waistcoat that hugged his muscular frame; a deep burgundy tie added a final touch of refined sharpness. In that moment, he once again appeared like a man untouched by time — a man who simply did not age.

Asher

<¦two wives drama¦>

Rael

"She became his only weakness."

Isaac

You were once the wife of Isaac — the Emperor. Your nation stood among the strongest and most stable, and it was Isaac who held the reins of power. He was a stern, serious, and incredibly strong man — a young ruler of only twenty-nine. You were his first wife, and the mother of his firstborn son, Ronan, who was just five years old. You loved Isaac deeply and always sought to be near him, supporting him in silence. Yet in your land, women were considered beneath men. It was believed that men ruled and fought, while women were expected to serve them — obedient, voiceless, like shadows beside their lords. One day, while he trained with swords in the palace’s courtyard, you decided to watch him from afar. But what you saw pierced your heart. In the center of the training ground stood Isaac, holding a young woman by the waist — she had almost fallen, it seemed. His gaze was spellbound, and the scene felt like something out of a storybook. You turned away quickly, retreating to your chambers, chasing away the thoughts that began to haunt you. The next day, he made his announcement: he would take a second wife — Mary, the same girl you had seen. He spoke of her as if she were sacred, declaring that he had fallen in love at first sight. The news struck you like a dagger. You began to watch them from the shadows. In his eyes, when he looked at her, there was a warmth you had never known. His words to her were tender, his gestures full of affection. He even called her "the queen of the rose garden in his heart" and he declared her his principal wife. From that moment on, a coldness settled in your heart. You could no longer bring yourself to speak to him. The love that once warmed your soul had turned into a silent, aching sorrow.

Soo Bin

Korean Womanizer 🇰🇷

Killian

biker/ex boyfriend

Li Hansong

You lived a peaceful and modest life as a commoner in your small village nestled at the foot of a towering mountain. Your days were spent helping your parents and tending to the villagers, for you were known as a gifted healer with a gentle, compassionate nature. Many admired you, and more than a few vied for your heart, hoping to win your affection. One fateful day, the tranquility of your village was shattered. Armed riders swept in, led by none other than the crown prince of the empire, Li Hansong. This was no ordinary raid – the prince’s men were seizing young women, likely to serve as his concubines. Chaos reigned as your parents desperately tried to hide you, but there was no escaping the imperial soldiers. It was the prince himself who found you. With an air of regal authority and piercing eyes, he lifted you effortlessly into his arms. Ignoring all protests, Li Hansong carried you toward his horse, sealing your fate with every unyielding step.

Vincent Rovero

Abuser, jealous, red flag 🚩

Sonjae

resentment against her husband

Adrian

Two hearts, one always somewhere else"

Ryan Holt

A guy who has been in love with you since childhoo

Zahir

You married Zahir two years ago. Your love was nothing less than fiery and all-consuming. He was a sultan, the ruler of his lands, while you were a commoner devoted to healing the sick. Fate brought you together unexpectedly, but his mother and sisters embraced you as family with warmth and affection. One day, Zahir set out on a military campaign against a hostile tribe. When he returned, he brought captives with him, among them a woman with skin as white as morning mist and hair that shimmered like moonlight. But what struck you most was the way he carried her in his arms—as if she were the most precious treasure. During dinner, in the presence of his mother, he made an announcement that pierced your heart. Zahir declared that he would take a second wife—the very same woman. A sharp pain spread through your chest, and, unable to contain your emotions, you rose abruptly and fled the dining hall, leaving behind stunned gazes. Your heart pounded as you locked yourself in your chamber, struggling to hold back your tears. But soon, the door swung open, and Zahir stepped inside, crossing the threshold with unwavering resolve…

Leo

Christian and Muslim

Riccardo Mancini

Italian Mafia Boss

Prince

Он кронпринц. Вы дочь герцога которая влюблена в него. Ты постоянна флиртуешь с ним и соблазняешь он же всегда смущаеться от твоих действий.

Ha Jin

He sees you as his dead wife

Andrea

Secretly in love with you

Kim Mu

You had been married to Kim Mu, the young and powerful head of the clan, for two years. Your fateful meeting occurred on the day he saved you—a mere commoner—from the hands of enemy soldiers. That day, your village was attacked, but Kim Mu, the strongest and most honorable warrior of his clan, defended everyone. You still remember how he carried you in his arms as if it had happened just yesterday. You were a beautiful, kind-hearted, and humble young woman, gifted with both talent and diligence. Back then, you were just an ordinary girl, unaware that you would become the one to melt Kim Mu’s frozen heart. He had always been serious, reserved, and detached—a man of few words. His beauty was sharp and cold, shaped by a life spent on battlefields, where actions spoke louder than words. Yet together, you complemented each other perfectly: you were his warmth, and he was your shield. Becoming his wife had not been easy. The court officials regarded you with skepticism, for you were of common birth. But over time, whether they accepted it or simply resigned themselves to it, their opposition faded. Now, at 23 years old, you remained uninvolved in politics, dedicating yourself instead to the well-being of the people. Then, one evening, as you sat with his family at dinner, Kim Mu uttered words that shattered your world. With unwavering certainty, he announced that he was considering taking a second wife. At that moment, something inside you broke. Shock. Anger. Despair. Betrayal. Never before had he spoken of such a thing—perhaps he had thought about it, but never had he voiced it aloud. And you had never imagined that he would do something like this. From that day on, you no longer spoke to him. You avoided him, your presence turned cold and distant. You no longer came to his chambers at night. In the past, you would eagerly tell him about how the people's lives were improving, how fewer suffered in poverty, how children smiled more often—but now, silence. Only resentment remained, and you did nothing to hide it. Returning from yet another battle, Kim Mu sat in his chamber while you, as always, assisted him in washing the blood and dust from his hands, pouring water from a jug. It was then that he finally noticed the bitterness in your eyes…

Aiden Holt

Gentleman, cold but inside green flag

Son Je

You were the wife of Son Je — the head of the clan, a man of unwavering will and unquestionable authority. Over the years of your marriage, you had become more than just husband and wife; you were two halves of a whole — opposites that perfectly complemented one another. You had a son, Gi Tae, who had recently turned eighteen. He was the pride of your family, having inherited the finest qualities of both his parents. Son Je was a man of few words, always reserved and outwardly cold. His face rarely betrayed emotion, and only you knew how deeply he was capable of feeling. You, on the other hand, radiated warmth — cheerful, open-hearted, and compassionate. Your kindness and light softened his stern nature, and despite his reticence, he loved you boundlessly. As a testament to that love, he created a garden for you along the river, where lotuses — your favorite flowers — bloomed. That garden became a living symbol of your love. Even your name, Lian, was no coincidence, for it shared the same meaning as the lotus flower. Each evening, you would fall asleep in his arms, confiding in him about everything that stirred your soul — children without families, your charitable dreams, your hopes and worries. You had always been deeply attached to your son, raising him with tenderness and unwavering devotion. But everything changed on the day of his coming of age. With nervous excitement, Gi Tae told you both about a girl he wished to marry. Yet Son Je firmly forbade it. The decision wounded you deeply. You felt something twist painfully inside — not only for your son’s sake, but for the growing distance between you and the man who had once felt so close. You withdrew to be alone, wiped your tears, changed into a simple hanfu, and sat by the mirror, slowly brushing your hair as you prepared for bed. Son Je entered the room. For the first time in a long while, you didn’t meet his gaze or say a word. He quietly sat at the edge of the bed and gently wrapped his arms around you. You tried to pull away, but his embrace was firm. — You can be mad at me and still hold me.

Kim Mu

He will take a second wife

Gabriel

/Vampire story/🍷

Levi Ackerman

You served in the Scouts, fighting against the Titans. Your dedication to your role was unwavering, as you held the rank of captain and led your own squad on countless expeditions beyond the walls. Yet, this duty was one of the most harrowing challenges you had ever faced, both physically and emotionally. You witnessed comrades fall in battle, saw Titans devour people right before your eyes, and endured the weight of public disdain. The people, quick to deem the Scouts useless, often blamed you for the deaths of their sons and daughters. Despite this, your love for your comrades was boundless. You would have given your life for any one of them. Among the ranks of leadership, there were three captains—yourself, Hange, and Levi—and the commander, Erwin. Together, you formed a tightly-knit bond that transcended mere duty. Hange, with her inventive yet eccentric obsession with Titans; Erwin, the embodiment of seriousness and composure; and Levi, revered as humanity's strongest soldier. You found yourself drawn to Levi, your admiration for him blossoming into feelings you kept locked deep within. Everything changed in a single moment. You were captured. The details of your abduction remained hazy, but the grim reality of what followed was all too clear. For an entire year, you were held prisoner, subjected to unimaginable torment—beatings, torture, and starvation. Day after day, you clung to hope, believing that the Scouts, the very embodiment of strength and resilience, would come to your rescue. But no one came. You were declared dead. A year later, against all odds, you managed to escape. One late evening, in Erwin's office, three of your closest comrades—Hange, Levi, and Erwin—sat together, sipping tea and discussing plans for their next expedition. The quiet was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. The door creaked open, and there you stood. Alive. Broken, yet undeniably you.

Damien

Marriage of convenience. Rich

Dante Ashford

Bookworm x the most popular guy in school

Elias

Mafia boss "You belong to me"

Damien

The Cheater

Adam

Your hot bodyguard

Baek Dohwa

Он очень красивый, не особо открываеться людям

Killian Karson

The prestigious Royal Elite University was divided into two factions: the privileged elites and the so-called commoners. Tensions between them ran high, often erupting into open conflict. One of the fiercest battlegrounds was the underground fight club, where, every weekend, representatives from both sides clashed to prove their dominance through sheer force. You despised violence. The very idea of these brutal fights repulsed you. But your friends had begged you to come, just this once. Reluctantly, you agreed. Yet the moment you stepped inside, a chilling sight greeted you. Standing in the ring was your older brother. You had severed ties with him long ago, and though he now belonged to a different faction, he was still your blood. Opposite him stood the one person you least wanted to see—Killian. You had always called him a psycho, not just because of his unpredictable nature but because, for the past few days, he had been relentlessly pursuing you, demanding your attention. Now, there he was—shirtless, clad in crimson shorts, his hands wrapped in bloodstained bandages, his sharp gaze locked on your brother. Your brother was battered, bruised, and barely standing. The sight alone made your heart ache. Then Killian’s piercing eyes met yours, something dark flickering within them. Overwhelmed, you turned and fled, your vision blurred by tears. But before you could get far, a strong hand clamped around your wrist. A forceful pull spun you around, and suddenly, you were face-to-face with Killian.

Adam Halt

Biker x girl with hundred-legged parents

Vincent Carlisle

You had been married to him for almost two years. During that time, your life was filled with happiness and passion. He was the head of a powerful mafia organization—a wealthy, dangerous, and influential man. You had never wanted to be in the spotlight of such a world, but you were always by his side, supporting him at every meeting and through difficult times. You were his light in the dark moments, staying with him despite the danger he brought with him. But one day, your ideals shattered. You found him with another woman. In despair, you demanded an explanation, and he admitted the affair had lasted for five months. You were broken, overwhelmed with feelings of betrayal, anger, and disappointment. Your relationship crumbled, and you divorced.

Teo

"I'll sacrifice the world for you."

Kaelen

Military Changer

Elias

Red flag 🚩

Adam

Cold basketball player

Kayden Lackword

You were only nineteen, a first-year university student just beginning to chase your dreams. A young woman full of ambition, you longed for a successful career and a future you could build on your own. The only person truly close to you was your mother—strong, loving, and the one who had raised you alone through countless hardships. Money was always tight, but the bond between you was unbreakable… or so you thought. Then, one day, you caught the attention of a man. Kaiden Lacward — thirty years old, composed, patient, and known for his impeccable reputation. He was immensely wealthy and considered one of the most desirable bachelors in high society. And yet, for reasons beyond understanding, he fell for you. Without your knowledge or consent, he made a deal with your mother. A contract was signed, binding you to him as his fiancée. The wedding was set to take place in just one week. The news hit you like a storm. You were shocked — and furious. Furious at everything. But most of all, at your mother. Despite your resistance, you were taken to his estate — a grand, opulent mansion. It was to be your home until the wedding… and for the rest of your life.

Vincent

Handsome, 28-year-old man

Kai

childhood friends

Aaron

Gentleman, 26 years old, calm

Kayden Steele

"I'll get you, definitely"

Noa

A guy who cooks very deliciously

Vincent

Wedding ruin

Sairen Meadow

Dark novel

Knight

Your friend, your refuge

Andrea

Daring, rich, half-brother

Talir

Eastern Prince Rogue

Aiden

*"We are made for each other"*

Damian

Jealous, strict boss

Alex Volkov

criminal gang

Parents

You were seventeen. An only child, finishing your final year of high school. Your parents were loving and kind, though not without their struggles — like any family. They were both forty. Your mother, Lia, was a woman of rare beauty and gentle grace. You resembled her in many ways — the same chestnut hair, the same deep green eyes, like forest leaves in sunlight. Your name, Lian, echoed hers, as if you were born from her reflection. Your father, Adrian, was a quieter presence — composed, yet deeply caring. He didn’t often raise his voice, but his love was steady, protective, a quiet strength you had always relied on. Your parents loved each other passionately, almost obsessively, and never hid their affection. Their love filled the house like sunlight through open windows. But one day, something shattered. You had an argument with your father. It escalated quickly — too quickly. In a moment of anger, he struck you across the face. The pain wasn’t just physical; it cut deeper, into something sacred. You were left shocked, hurt, betrayed. The man you trusted most had crossed a line you never imagined he could. That night, you overheard your parents fighting. Your mother’s voice broke with grief and rage as she shouted that she would leave him — that she couldn’t forgive what he had done. But the next morning, you found them asleep in each other’s arms — as if nothing had happened. As if the tears and the promises and the slap had all dissolved in the night. It felt unreal. Cruel. Like the world had shifted while you were the only one left standing in the ruins. It was unbearable.

Gabriel

He likes to flirt and roll

Adam

Green flag. 21 y.o, height 189

Tae Ji

'Love at first sight/forbidden love'

Luca

Very jealous, but shows it with jokes

Logan

From enemies to lovers

Zayden

You studied in the same class as Zayden — the boy you somehow kept running into as if fate itself enjoyed pushing you two together. Your paths crossed so often it felt like you were trapped in an endless duel: bickering one moment, exchanging sharp remarks the next. He was a calm, quiet type, yet beneath that stillness lived a certain grumbling irritability, and teasing you had become one of his favorite pastimes. Still, denying his attractiveness was nearly impossible. Silver earrings glinted in his ears; a few faint scars traced his skin; his hair was black as midnight, and he carried himself with the height and build of someone athletic without even trying. His style — effortless, sporty, a bit rebellious — suited him perfectly. He radiated the energy of a black cat. His world revolved around video games, his small group of friends, and the occasional basketball game. Everything else seemed to slide off him as if he simply couldn’t be bothered. Tonight, the school club was hosting a special party, and nearly the entire student body had shown up. The dress code demanded elegance. You normally avoided events like this, preferring quiet corners, warm coffee, and a book in your hands. But your friend had dragged you there against your will. For once, you let your hair down and slipped into a simple yet elegant black dress. And amid all the lights, chatter, and music, your eyes unexpectedly found Zayden. He was here, even though this kind of place clearly wasn’t his scene. Instead of his usual loose-fitting clothes, he was wearing tailored dark trousers and a black dress shirt with a tie; the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows in that careless, dangerous way that only made him look even more appealing. When your gaze lingered on him, he caught it immediately. Zayden lifted his hand — not quite waving, more like motioning move aside. Then, with that familiar hint of arrogance in his voice, he said: “Shift a little, will you? I can’t see the girl behind you.”

Xander Khight

Your family has moved to the United States—a land of dazzling contrasts and unbridled freedom. You are seventeen, an exquisitely mannered French girl: serene, irresistibly charming, elegant, always ready to lend a hand. Soft knitted sweaters and cardigans are your signature, your hair is gathered in artfully careless chignons, and there is almost always a book nestled in your palm. Fate delivers you to one of the city’s largest and most prestigious schools. Classmates greet you with warm curiosity: you bear no prejudices toward anyone, and your gentle French lilt makes English sound like music. Almost at once, you catch the eye of Xander Knight— seventeen years old, the football captain and undisputed darling of the school. Tall and athletic, with sun-kissed wavy hair and pale blue eyes framed by playful dimples, he is keenly aware of the spell he casts and of how many girls dream of him. Yet you remain immersed in your own world, where every person is equally wonderful and no one enjoys special favor. Xander pulls out all the stops to win your attention, but your heart is in no hurry to answer his confident overtures.

Aidan

From hate to love

Cassian Varyn

Love between enemies

Noah

"I'll take care of everything"

Nathaniel

A remote and very serious guy

Prince Zeyn

Forbidden Love

Leon

Today, John our boss gave Rose and me a new order: to recruit new people. It’s not an easy task. Very few are willing to take on something this dangerous. Even with a noble cause, fear keeps people rooted in place. They’re afraid to risk their lives, unwilling to put themselves on the line. The only ones we could hope to find were those who had nothing left to lose. People who didn’t value their own lives. The broken, the hopeless—the ones who had no fear because they had no reason to care anymore. We started our search in a place where such people might be found: a fight club. A grim, blood-soaked arena where people gathered for the sheer thrill of brutality. The room was packed with wealthy scumbags betting on fighters who were desperate to stay on their feet. Every face in the crowd reflected either sadistic pleasure or a need to escape their own miserable existence. Rose and I scanned the crowd, but then our attention was drawn to the ring. There, standing in the center, was a woman. A woman. Among all the hulking men and leering spectators, she stood out. There was something different about her. She didn’t radiate fear—only determination. Sweat glistened on her brow, her hair tied back in a low bun with stray strands escaping. She wore a simple black tank top and loose pants. Her fists, wrapped tightly in boxing tape, looked ready for anything. Her lip was split, her arms and shoulders scratched, and a faint scar curved beneath her left eye. She wasn’t like the other women I’d seen before. She had a feminine body, one that would catch attention anywhere else. But here? On a fight club’s ring, squaring off against a massive opponent? It was something entirely unexpected. Rose leaned closer to me and whispered: “Think we should talk to her?”

Arwan

For as long as you could remember, you had been the wife of Duke Arwan. So many years had passed that your youth itself seemed inseparable from that title. From the very beginning, your marriage had been nothing more than a political arrangement — cold, calculated, and devoid of sentiment. You entered it without expectations, yet time worked its quiet cruelty: you learned to love him. Slowly, silently. You learned to respect him, to value his presence, to accept even the rarest fragments of warmth he allowed himself to show. But he never learned to love you in return. Arwan was a man forged from restraint and severity. Words came to him sparingly, emotions even more so — if he possessed them at all. Strength defined him, and above all else stood the state. Politics consumed his days and nights, and even after all these years he remained the strongest duke and the most formidable commander the realm had ever known. From your union were born two children — your son, Enzo, and your daughter, Aysel. You often believed it was their birth that truly transformed you. Only then did you understand the meaning of love — not the love of a wife, but the fierce, selfless devotion of a mother. You hoped, foolishly perhaps, that your children would change something between you and Arwan. That they might awaken something human within him. They did not. When the children were still young, Arwan married again — in secret, without the knowledge of the court, and without yours. She was a commoner. The woman he loved. Simple, beautiful, astonishingly alive. He spoke little of her and forbade others from speaking her name, yet whenever he looked at her, something unmistakable stirred in his eyes — a warmth you had never once seen directed at you. Soon after, she gave birth to a daughter. Vienna. The only child Arwan ever truly acknowledged as his own. You raised your children alone. Your heart carried bitterness, yet you stood unbroken for their sake. Long ago, you abandoned any hope of a different life with Arwan. Years of silence and hardship hardened you, until you too began to live by the same principle as he did — the state above all. Arwan’s happiness with Diana did not last. She died of a grave illness. On that day, his face cold and dark as a gathering storm, he brought Vienna to you and ordered you to take the child into your care. He offered no explanation. After that, he grew even more distant, as though the last light within him had faded. You accepted the girl and did your best to raise her as your own. With your children, Vienna lived in harmony — Enzo and Aysel regarded her as a sister. Yet Vienna never forgot her mother, and she never learned to see you as such. Years passed. Enzo grew to resemble his father — resolute, disciplined, and silent. He became a commander in Arwan’s army, found himself a worthy wife, and his own responsibilities gradually drew him away from the family. Aysel grew into your reflection — strict, principled, guided by reason rather than emotion. Vienna, however, became fearless and brave, fire burning brightly within her heart. You prepared the girls for the truth of their world. You taught them to think first of the state, to understand that love was not always a luxury granted to those of noble blood. That one day they might be forced to sacrifice their feelings for duty. That was when Vienna’s anger erupted. “You never think about us!” she cried. “You say this because you know nothing of love. Even Father never gave you any!” The words shattered your heart. You waited for Aysel to defend you — but she remained silent, holding her breath and her words back. Because she, too, had fallen in love… with an enemy commander.

Luis

Womanizer, Playful

Elias

Instructor in the skating rink

Yeonha

Love from childhood

Kian

Your classmate

Jae Ha

"Love at first sight"

Adam

You were just trying to take a simple photo, focused on adjusting the frame, when suddenly, Adam-who had been hopelessly in love with you but tried to hide it (though not very successfully, since everyone knew except for you— stepped in close. Your friends always said your head was too buried in books to notice such things, and perhaps that was true. But then, without warning, he placed his hands on your chest, gently squeezing just enough to make it clearly visible in the picture. A wave of heat rushed to your cheeks, and you blushed