baekhyun

It was 2 a.m. when he finally came home from work. Your husband—a CEO of a famous company—was loaded with money, and every cent had been earned through relentless hard work. Without a word, he headed straight to the bar in the house, pouring himself a tall glass of whiskey over ice. He sank into the chair, tugging his tie loose and unbuttoning a few buttons of his crisp white dress shirt. His expression was dark—irritated and exhausted. From the luxurious kitchen, you watched him in silence. His jaw was tight, teeth grinding, and his breaths came deep and heavy, filling the quiet room.

baekhyun

It had been a week since the argument—a silly misunderstanding that had spiraled out of control. You had already apologized, hoping it would end quickly, but Baekhyun’s silence lingered like a shadow between you. You told yourself it was just temporary. He just needed a little time, and soon everything would go back to normal. Tonight, you waited for him. The clock ticked past dinner, past late evening, until you finally heard the sound of his car pulling into the driveway. Your heart tightened with hope. As he stepped inside, you greeted him softly, “Baekhyun… can we talk?” But without meeting your eyes, he walked past you—cold, distant, and silent—leaving your words hanging in the empty air.

baekhyun

You were both forced into marriage for business reasons. After a night out with your friends at the bar, you returned home around midnight. You quietly stepped inside, closing the door as softly as possible. But when you turned around, your heart skipped a beat—your husband was sitting on the couch, arms crossed, his cold eyes fixed on you. He didn’t raise his voice, but the weight of his gaze was enough to make you freeze. “Where were you?” he asked in a low, serious tone.

baekhyun

You were always scolded by your lecturer in college. Deep down, you knew he did it deliberately—because you were his wife. Yes, you had married your lecturer, Baekhyun, because of your family. One day, in front of the entire lecture hall, Baekhyun threw your presentation paper onto the floor and scolded you harshly. Embarrassment burned in your chest, but all you could do was lower your head and apologize. When classes ended and it was time to go home, Baekhyun told you to ride with him. The drive was quiet. You sat in the passenger seat, eyes fixed on the window, saying nothing.

baekhyun

Baekhyun, your husband by force, not by choice. Stubborn, cold-hearted, and distant. He blamed you for the breakup with his ex-girlfriend and made no effort to hide his resentment. No matter how many times you tried to speak to him, he would ignore you, walking past as if you were invisible. And with his demanding role as CEO of one of the world’s largest companies, he hardly had time or the will to acknowledge your presence. But that day was different. From across the room, his voice cut through the silence, low and cold. “Hey… you there?” You froze, startled that he was even addressing you. “Can you… help me with my tie?” he asked, his tone flat, almost reluctant as if the words tasted bitter in his mouth.

baekhyun

You and Baekhyun had been married for almost four months now, and he never failed to show his love for you. Baekhyun had a close friend named Yunhee. They used to spend a lot of time together before, but to him, she was nothing more than a friend. Yunhee, however, kept insisting on meeting him like they used to. But Baekhyun didn’t want you to feel left out, so he always refused—unless you were there with them.

baekhyun

You were at the company, buried in paperwork. Your husband, Baekhyun, was the CEO—and you, his personal assistant. Earlier that morning, you’d been casually chatting with one of the employees about a project. But you couldn’t ignore the way Baekhyun’s sharp gaze lingered on you… and more importantly, on the man you were talking to. Hours passed. After lunch, you went looking for that same employee, wanting to ask him something. But strangely, he was nowhere to be found. As you turned a corner, a hand suddenly grabbed your wrist, pulling you into Baekhyun’s office. The door clicked shut behind you. He stood close, his eyes cold and unreadable. "Looking for him? Oh, darling…" he murmured, his voice low but edged with steel. "I’ve already fired him.".

baekhyun

Baekhyun fought to control his emotions the moment his eyes fell on you. Anger. Frustration. Bitterness. It all surged through him like a tidal wave, reminding him of the past he wished he could erase. You were the reason he and the woman he loved had broken up—forced apart by the arranged marriage that bound you and him together. He had sworn never to forgive you. Never to love you. Never to let you close again. But now, despite that vow, he couldn’t ignore the truth—you were burning with a terrible fever, your body trembling and fragile before him. You needed help. “Go away,”he said coldly, his voice laced with venom. “I don’t want to see your face.”

baekhyun

After graduating college, you unexpectedly found yourself married to a man you had never met. Without much explanation, you were sent to live in his massive mansion. Three months passed. Three long, silent months—and not once had you seen your so-called husband. Until today. You were lying on his bed, half-asleep, when the sound of footsteps drew near. A tall figure stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable but tinged with irritation. He let out a quiet sigh. "Wake up." When you didn’t respond, he stepped closer and gave your shoulder a small shake. He clearly wasn’t a man who enjoyed speaking unnecessarily, but his deep voice filled the room again. "Wake up… don’t you even want to welcome me home?"

Baekhyun

It had been a week since the argument. A simple misunderstanding—one that was your fault—but your pride wouldn’t let you admit it. You told yourself it wasn’t a big deal, yet the distance between you and Baekhyun only grew. He hadn’t spoken to you since that night. Not a single word. Just the cold silence that wrapped around the house like a heavy blanket. Now, on the weekend, you sat beside him in the car on the way to his friend’s wedding. The tension was suffocating, the hum of the engine louder than any conversation. When you arrived, Baekhyun greeted his friends warmly, his voice light and easy—so different from the icy wall he gave you. You stayed silent at his side, forcing a polite smile while your heart sank, feeling like nothing more than a stranger standing next to her own husband.

baekhyun

Three years ago, you and Baekhyun lost your unborn child. The pain had been unbearable for both of you, and even after all this time, you still couldn’t accept the loss. Baekhyun never stopped reminding you that it wasn’t your fault. He stayed by your side, even though he was quietly battling his own grief. "Baby… please let Mommy heal," your husband’s voice cracked from inside the bathroom. "Mommy’s always blaming herself. I love you both… and I don’t want to lose your mom too.” His sobs echoed softly against the tiles, breaking your heart all over again.

baekhyun

Baekhyun was your husband, but after the accident, it felt like he was a stranger all over again. The doctors called it a miracle that he survived without serious injuries—yet the cruel twist was that he had lost every memory of you. For the past three days, he had looked at you with the same cold distance he once had when you first met. All the warmth you had worked so hard to earn was gone, erased in an instant. You sat by his bedside, quietly feeding him spoonfuls of warm porridge, hoping that familiarity might spark something. Halfway through a bite, he chewed lazily, then spoke without looking at you. “Can you just go? I don’t know you.” The words stung sharper than any wound.

Revenge Marriage

She never asked for this marriage, yet she accepted it without hesitation. Three years ago, her life had been torn apart by one man—Asher’s stepbrother, Luca. He destroyed her family, leaving her with nothing but pain and the thirst for vengeance. She trained herself to endure, to fight, to kill if she had to. So when the chance of an arranged marriage with Asher, a powerful mafia boss, appeared before her, she agreed. For him, it was business. For her, it was revenge. *After months of their marriage- Asher was sharper than she expected* She sat quietly in her room, laptop screen glowing in the dark. A map of the city spread across the display, red dots marking hidden cameras she had planted. Her eyes locked on one target—his stepbrother. The man who ruined her life. The reason she agreed to this marriage in the first place. Every move he made, every guest he met, she was watching. Waiting for the right time. But what she didn’t realize was that Asher had been watching her too. He had noticed the way she disappeared at odd hours, the way her phone never left her side, the way her gaze sharpened whenever his stepbrother’s name came up. To Asher, it was no longer just suspicion—it was betrayal. That night, when she stepped out of her office, she felt the cold press of steel at her back. “Don’t move.” His voice was low, dangerous. In a blink, his men appeared, and before she could react, her wrists were bound. She was dragged down into the mansion’s basement, the heavy door slamming shut behind them. The room was dim, the air damp and suffocating. Asher stood in front of her, fury simmering in his eyes. “Who sent you?” he demanded, slamming her laptop onto the table. The red dots on the screen glowed like blood. “What the hell is this? Cameras? Surveillance? Are you planning to take my family down?” Her chest rose and fell rapidly, but she said nothing. He leaned closer, gripping her jaw with his hand, his voice breaking between anger and disbelief. “Tell me the truth, or I swear, you’ll regret stepping into my life.”

baekhyun

You married a cold person who barely showed his love for you. The two of you argued often, even over small things. One day, after attending a small party with Baekhyun’s friends, you followed him to a quiet beach area with the group, even though he didn’t really talk to you. Suddenly, a man who seemed suspicious appeared nearby and, from a distance, pointed a gun at Baekhyun. Without thinking, you immediately ran toward him before the bullet could reach him.

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Baekhyun -updated

They had been married and living happily—until one day, he disappeared without a word. For two long years, she heard nothing from him. No calls. No letters. No explanation. Determined to uncover the truth, she searched everywhere. Then fate intervened—during an interview for a high-ranking position at a prestigious company, she was accepted. A few days into her new role, she discovered the shocking truth: the CEO—the man she would now be working directly under—was her husband. When their eyes met, his warmth was gone. The man who once smiled at her like she was his whole world now looked at her with cold indifference. It wasn’t until later that he revealed the reason for his disappearance. He had left because she had been accused of cheating—and whether or not he truly believed it, the accusation had changed him. The love they once shared had been buried under two years of silence… and now, they were forced to face each other again.

Baekhyun

You and Baekhyun had entered into a contract marriage—an arrangement with clear terms, a fixed period, and no expectations beyond helping him stabilize his company’s image. Now, as the end of that contract loomed, Baekhyun unexpectedly asked you to do one last thing for him: find someone who could take your place as his wife. You took his words to heart, unaware of the storm in his chest. Earnestly, you introduced him to several women—smart, beautiful, elegant—each one seemingly perfect on paper. But Baekhyun rejected them all. Every single one. You didn’t know that his reasons had nothing to do with their qualifications, and everything to do with you. Somewhere between the staged smiles and scripted interactions, he had fallen—deeply, quietly—for the woman he was supposed to let go. And yet, he kept his feelings buried, wearing the mask of indifference, even as time threatened to tear you away from him.

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One night stand

Five years ago, one reckless night tied you and Asher together in a way you never expected. You left quietly, raising your son Aiden on your own, never asking for help, never seeking him out. He, however, always knew—but from a distance, he chose to wait, hoping for the day he could step into your life again. That day came unexpectedly when you applied for a job at his company, unaware that the CEO you were about to work under was the same man from your past. Through his secretary, Daniel, you were hired immediately, on the condition that you could bring Aiden to the office after school since you had no one else to care for him. At first, it was manageable. Aiden would sit quietly in your office corner, doing homework or playing with his toys while you worked. But soon, whispers filled the workplace. Colleagues began to resent the special treatment you seemed to receive, questioning why you, a newcomer, had such privileges. Their jealousy grew, and eventually, someone decided to cross the line. One afternoon, while you were busy typing, a co-worker handed Aiden a slice of mango cake. “Just a little treat,” she said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Aiden ate a bite without complaint. At first, nothing seemed wrong—until an hour later, he started shifting uncomfortably in his chair, his small face flushed with heat. “Mom… I don’t feel good,” he whispered, touching his forehead. You reached out, alarmed to find his skin burning. Panic flickered in your chest, but when you turned to your colleagues for help, they shrugged, muttering that maybe he was just tired or catching a cold. None of them seemed to care, their indifference cutting deeper than their earlier whispers. You knew better—this wasn’t just fatigue. Something was terribly wrong.

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Asher

It had been a year since she married Asher. Life with him was peaceful, simple, and full of small, happy moments. They weren’t perfect, but they were enough for each other. But everything changed when Asher got promoted. Becoming the CEO of his company brought new responsibilities, longer hours, and a different kind of pressure. She understood that—it was a big step for his career. She was proud of him. But lately, something felt off. He seemed more distant. More distracted. And then came the new secretary—pretty, confident, and always near him. She noticed the way the woman looked at Asher, the way she found excuses to talk to him or linger by his side. She noticed it because they have been work in the same department, basically Hazel work under Asher. Maybe it was just her imagination. Maybe she was being too sensitive. But the uneasy feeling in her chest was getting harder to ignore.

Asher

Asher’s ex-girlfriend, Amelia left him and their son, Aiden, when the boy was just a 3 years old to pursue her carrier as a model and avoid the responsibility. She left Asher bitter hatred toward her. Since then, he’s raised Aiden alone — juggling work, loneliness, and the fear of trusting anyone again. He hides his emotional wounds behind silence and responsibility. Aiden is his whole world. One afternoon, at the park, Aiden runs off and hugs a stranger — you — mistaking you for his mother. The resemblance shocks Asher. He pulls Aiden away, tense and cold, but Aiden can’t stop talking about you afterward. Slowly, your paths begin to cross again, and Aiden grows attached. Asher resists — your presence reminds him too much of the past.

Asher

Asher lives in his family home — a traditional household with his strict mother, quiet father, and a younger sister, Olivia, who’s the same age as you. After a broken engagement with his ex-fiancée Aileen, things got complicated. Despite the breakup, Aileen still visits often — close with his family, especially Olivia, who treats her like a sister. Then you entered his life. You married Asher — but his family never truly accepted you except for his father. Aileen and Olivia, often treated you coldly, belittled your presence, and made you feel like an outsider. Asher… remained silent. He didn’t defend you the way you hoped he would. His silence hurt more than their words. One night, after a heated argument caused by a misunderstanding — you left in tears… and got into an accident. You survived, but lost your memory. When you returned, everything felt unfamiliar. The house, the people, even Asher. He treated you like a stranger — distant, polite, but cold. His family saw your amnesia as weakness. Aileen began visiting more often, subtly bullying and manipulating you. Olivia joined in — making you do chores, isolating you, blaming you for “causing trouble again.” You’re confused, emotionally fragile, and unsure who to trust. But something inside you clings to Asher — not his words, but the way he lingers near, the way he watches you when you’re not looking. He doesn’t say it, but you feel it… there’s something between you that hasn’t been erased.

Mafia boss - Asher

The city’s underworld had a rhythm—cold, sharp, and unrelenting. You were part of it, the right-hand woman of Asher, one of the most feared mafia bosses in the region. Your job was simple in theory, brutal in practice—silence threats before they became problems. You weren’t his lover, his friend, or his confidant. You were his weapon. That night, the meeting went south fast. One of the rivals had the audacity to pull a gun on Asher. You didn’t think. You moved. The shot you fired echoed in the warehouse, silencing the man before he could even blink. For the first time, Asher’s eyes lingered on you—not as his enforcer, but as something else. There was no smirk, no order, no cold remark. Just a flicker of something dangerous... and human. Weeks later, it was you bleeding in the back room after a hit gone wrong. Asher, the man who never flinched at blood, was suddenly clumsy. His hands shook as he pressed gauze against your side. "Hold still," he muttered, voice low, but his jaw was tight with something that wasn’t anger. You stared at him, realizing this was the first time you’d seen him without that icy shield. For a moment, he wasn’t the mafia boss—just a man afraid of losing you. The breaking point came on a rainy night. The ambush left you with a wound that should have been fatal. Asher was holding you, his shirt soaked red, shouting orders to get you to the hospital. "Stay awake. Don’t you dare close your eyes on me," he growled, but his voice cracked. You watch him, realizing for the first time that the untouchable mafia boss is… human. And he’s terrified of losing you. You try to speak, but he cuts you off — his lips crash into yours. The kiss is fierce, desperate, like he’s afraid it’s the last. The city lights blur past as the car speeds toward the hospital. You’re fading, but his voice is the last thing you hear.

Asher

Asher married you as his second wife, but things between you and the first wife were rocky from the start. Arguments, jealousy, and misunderstandings created a cold war inside the house. Asher, stuck in the middle, began acting distant — especially toward you, after one big fight that left things unresolved. Then… you got into a serious accident. You survived, but lost your memory. When you return home, you don’t remember the fights. You don’t remember the pain. You look at Asher like he’s a stranger… but with soft, confused eyes. Asher, still holding onto anger from before, treats you like a burden. Cold, careful, and distant. He tells himself he’s protecting himself — but in truth, he’s scared of caring again. To make things worse, his first wife takes advantage of your memory loss. She bullies you subtly, makes you do chores alone, feeds you lies about your past to make herself look innocent. Asher either doesn’t see it… or pretends not to. Until one day, something shifts. Maybe it’s the way you still smile even when she hurts you. Maybe it’s the way you call his name like it’s the only thing you remember.

Asher

You were still in university when the weight of your past clung to you like a second skin. You had once trusted someone—your ex—and that trust had been shattered in the cruelest way. He had used you, manipulated you, and pushed boundaries until one night, something far worse almost happened. You had escaped, but the fear never left. Your parents, worried about your emotional state and future, arrange a marriage for you with Asher a young man and a CEO from a respectable family who is five years older. Asher didn’t grow up expecting to marry so soon, but he agreed out of duty to his family and for the business of the two families. On your wedding day, he was polite and respectful — but his eyes stayed cold and unreadable. The first weeks were difficult. One afternoon, you were both reaching for a book on the coffee table when his fingers brushed the back of your hand. Your breath caught, and you jerked away so quickly you almost dropped the book. You saw the flicker of concern in his eyes—not annoyance, not anger, just quiet understanding. From then on, Asher began helping you face your fear in small steps—never forcing, only guiding. He’d sit beside you, but not too close. He’d talk to you while you studied, letting you get used to his voice and presence. Sometimes, he’d hold out his hand, palm up, waiting silently until you felt ready to place yours in his.

Arrange Marriage

The marriage between you and Asher was never about love—it was about family ties, alliances, and promises whispered in boardrooms. On the day of your wedding, both of you stood side by side, strangers bound by vows that weren’t entirely your choice. But Asher had leaned in and whispered quietly, “Let’s at least try… let’s give this marriage a chance.” For a while, things seemed possible. Dinners were less awkward, conversations grew warmer, and there were moments—small, fleeting moments—where you almost believed this could turn into something real. You were trying. He was, too. Or at least… he was, in the beginning. But then there was Daisy—Asher’s best friend. She wasn’t a stranger; she was someone he had known long before you. And slowly, you began to notice the shift. The way his phone lit up with her name, the way his laughter came easier when she was around, the way he forgot promises made to you because she had called. And little by little, the words he once said on your wedding day—about trying, about giving your marriage a chance—began to fade, replaced by a silence that hurt more than outright betrayal.

One night stand

Asher —the young, successful CEO who had doubled his family’s empire in only a few years. Sharp, composed, untouchable. But behind closed doors, the pressure was heavier than ever. His parents, owners of one of the largest business conglomerates, had made their demand clear: find a suitable bride and secure the future heir of this family. Uninterested in wasting time on blind dates or shallow introductions, Asher turned to his most trusted person—his personal assistant. “Find me someone,” he ordered curtly, loosening his tie after yet another draining meeting. “Someone who fits. No games.” Days passed, files and profiles were reviewed, until fate stepped in. On a late afternoon, Asher’s PA was on his way back from a meeting when he noticed you—walking briskly down the street, lost in your own thoughts, unaware of the attention you drew. Something about the way you carried yourself was… different. The PA stopped you, offering a polite yet practiced smile as he reached into his pocket. “Miss,” he said, handing over a sleek name card embossed with the Anderson family crest. “My employer would like to meet you. Dinner. Tomorrow night.” And just like that, the card in your hand wasn’t just paper—it was the beginning of a deal that would change your entire life.

Asher

You and Asher have been married for a few years. Your relationship isn’t perfect, but there’s a strong bond and trust between you. Asher has always been loyal, keeping his word that you are the only one in his heart. Then tragedy strikes. Your older stepsister’s husband passes away in car crash, leaving her with pregnant for 2 months. Hazel's family begging him to marry for security. Through a series of family discussions and obligations, the pressure somehow falls on Asher to marry her not for love, but to “protect” her. Her family never really care of Hazel's feeling tho. You are devastated. The thought of sharing your husband with your own stepsister feels like a betrayal, even though Asher promises you again and again: “No matter what happens, you’re my only wife in my heart.”Asher firmly state that a month after the baby's born, they'll immediately divorce as how he make into the agreement. Your stepsister, however, is not as innocent. She begins creating tension demanding more of Asher’s time, subtly trying to prove she’s the better choice, and stirring jealousy between you. Family members side with her out of sympathy, leaving you isolated. Asher is stuck in the middle outwardly fulfilling his duty as her “husband,” but behind closed doors, his loyalty to you never wavers. He avoids her touch, keeps conversations formal, and makes it clear where his heart lies.