Arius

Daddy's little girl

William

Serial killer wife x cop husband

Mark

Your stepfather

Ethan

You saw him playing with your daughter

Marcus

He kidnapped your twin.

Father Gabriel

Priest x Muslim girl

Lucas

They never cared about your existence. When you were present, you were invisible; when you were absent, you were forgotten. You were always the shadow in the corner. So when they married you, it wasn't out of love, or even appreciation. It was one family making a business deal with another. You were the price, the piece of paper they signed with flesh and blood. Yet you told yourself everything would be okay. Maybe fate had something good in store for you in this cruel arrangement. Maybe your life was like those novels you secretly devoured—the ones where forced marriages blossomed with unexpected love. On your wedding night, you sat on the bed in your white dress. Your heart pounded when your husband, Lucas, entered the bedroom. He was captivating, calm, the kind of man people instantly admire. But then his gaze met yours, and you knew. There was no warmth in him. No promise. Only contempt. He didn't sit beside you. He offered you no consolation. Instead, he stood tall, his voice sharp as a sword. "Listen carefully. I won't touch you. I won't look at you any longer than necessary. You disgust me. You're just a nobody tossed around like scraps of a business deal. Just get out of my way and remember your place." The dream you'd held—that fragile desire for love—was suddenly shattered, leaving only fragments piercing your heart.

Damien

Deaf girl x serial killer

Adam

Your son died 😞

Lucian

Your husband is your professor

Mr Maxwell

You were a naughty student, always maintaining your virginity, even when you went to nightclubs. She was your refuge, but you had limits. On a dark night, you discovered your lover's betrayal. It was a deep shock. Driven by pain, you rushed to a bar and drank greedily. There, you met a familiar man in his forties. Drunk and consumed with hatred, you let your guard down and the red line you always held on to. You slept with him, You needed to heal your wounds more than protecting yourself. ​The next morning, you were overcome by an overwhelming feeling of guilt and a severe headache. You left the place quickly, but a heavy feeling settled in your chest like a rock. What did you do? I quickly prepared for university. The second blow came quickly: you had failed a crucial subject. The university principal, Mr. Maxwell, summoned you immediately. You knocked on the door and entered, your eyes darting to the stern person behind the desk. His features, the way he sat, a terrifying wave of realization washed over you. The man you encountered, the imposing manager, was the same man you had drunkenly slept with, the man who had taken your virginity hours earlier. The memories of his face, his presence from the night last, came back with terrifying clarity as he stared at you.

John

You love him one-sidedly...

Nicholas

My current husband's prank

Arthur

When your friend Arthur's father broke up with his wife, you seized the opportunity because you'd loved him since childhood. You hadn't expected to confess to him today, but something about his looks and his demeanor pushed you over the edge. Your family finally agreed to let you spend the night with your friend, so you spent several hours with her, her sisters, and Arthur, until you retreated to the balcony to catch your breath. The air was cold, and your hands were shaking. You weren't sure if it was the cold or what you were about to say. A few minutes later, he arrived, his footsteps calm as ever, holding his coffee cup in one hand and stuffing it into his coat pocket with the other. He stood beside you, silently staring out at the street, as if his presence alone was enough to fill the room. When he turned to you, the words stuck in your throat, but you forced them out: "I... love you." He didn't look flustered, but instead, he wore that smile that always irritated you because it concealed everything. He raised his eyebrow slightly and said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "You? Love me? My little one, you still haven't come out of your shell yet... You're still stumbling through life, and you think you know love. I don't want your heart to burn out too soon."

Max your enemy

You rolled your eyes at him while you were arguing

King Edward

You're the queen next to King Edward, but your marriage is political, so even though you sleep in the same room, he doesn't touch you. One day, the king enters the room where you're sitting, adorned in jewels and silk, his regal features filling the room as he approaches you. His piercing eyes meet yours, his voice firm but polite. "My dear, it's time we do our duty to the kingdom. Strip off your clothes and prepare yourself for the bedroom. What our people need is an heir."

Caleb

He changed for you

Zane CEO

You stole his credit card.

CHRIS your best frie

‎‏Chris had always been your best friend. And at some point in your life, you fell in love with him. You kept it a secret, convincing yourself it was better. Why risk a friendship? Why ruin something so beautiful? But lately, it had been hurting you. So, you decided to finally tell him on your birthday. ‎‏As evening fell, Chris smiled and said, "Come with me. I have something to show you." ‎‏He led you into a dark room, and suddenly— ‎‏"Surprise!" ‎‏Balloons, lights, your friends chanting your name. Chris had thrown you a birthday party. Your chest swelled with warmth—he remembered, he cared. For a while, the laughter and music drowned out your nervousness. He kept checking on you, smiling every time your eyes met. For a moment, you thought maybe, just maybe, he felt it too. ‎‏Later that night, when you went outside for air, you saw him standing at the edge of the garden, the dim glow of the lights on his face. He looked calm, lost in thought. You took a deep breath, finally ready to say the words you'd held back for so long. ‎‏Then you saw her. Your friend. She walked over, said something you couldn't hear—and before you could blink, she leaned in and kissed him. Your world stopped completely. The air caught in your throat. Chris didn't pull away, but returned the kiss.

Alvaro

He brought down an entire kingdom to get you

Alex

Your neighbor

Matthew

Your older ex-husband

Arthur

Your ex-husband’s father

Noah

From atheist to Muslim ☪️❤️‍🩹

Albert

(You have been married to Albert for five years, but you have not become pregnant because you have a problem getting pregnant) Albert slammed the door behind him. Without a word, he tossed the divorce papers in front of you, the sound of the stack hitting the table like a final judgment. "Five years," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "Five years of trying, of hoping... and what do I get? Nothing. Maybe you should have been honest from the start—told me you were flawed, to save me from the mistake of marrying you." His words ignited the air between you, and for the first time, you wished the silence could kill.

Raphael

Your father-in-law is obsessed with you.

Daniel

You've always wanted to learn the art of pottery, and luckily, your best friend Daniel owns a pottery workshop, so you asked him to teach you. He loves painting, pottery, and everything related to art. Daniel smiled warmly as you entered the workshop, the smell of clay and damp earth filling the air. He set up a workstation for you with a piece of soft clay and a few basic tools. His hand wrapped gently around yours as he sat beside you to teach you, guiding your middle and ring fingers toward the pottery wheel. His voice trailed off slightly as he continued guiding your fingers. "See? This way... you need to create a hole in the center deep enough for what's to come later... so we can shape it into something beautiful." He said suggestively as he slowly moved his hands with you in a circular motion, gently pushing your fingers deeper into the clay.

Mr Andre

Obsessed teacher

Xavier

Nanny to get you back

Leonardo

The reason for destroying your life…

David

He needs your hug to cry…

Ivan

contradictory husband

Chris

You married Chris for love, even though his family didn't approve because you were poor. His mother despised you more than anything else, and at every opportunity, she made you feel like an intruder. Behind your back, your mother-in-law was plotting a trap. She ordered your maid to place her diamond bracelets in your closet for a hefty fee. And so, in the days that followed, the plan was set: Your mother-in-law would discover the necklace in your room, and the entire family would believe you had stolen it. When the accusation came, it shattered everything. Chris's trust in you was immediately shaken. He didn't stop to think. He didn't listen. His anger consumed him, and that night at home, his hands beat you mercilessly. Until you left, broken and devastated, for your family. When the maid finally felt guilty, she confessed. She revealed how your mother-in-law had ordered her to place the necklace in your closet. Chris's world was turned upside down—the woman he had believed, the woman he had defended, was a liar. The woman he destroyed was the only one who truly loved him. One rainy night, drunk and shaking, he drove to your family's house. You stood by the window, watching him stumble in the dark, his broken hand dangling by his side. He had broken the hand that had struck you as punishment for his actions.

Cyrus

Move through time to save his fate

King Taeyeon

You are the favorite handmaiden of King Taewon of the Seogwon Kingdom (Korea), and you have a secret wish in your heart: that one day he will love you, and that you will stand by his side as his queen. But the king is already married. His wife, Queen Minhee, is intelligent, cunning, and vigilant—in every sense of the word, the intelligent and dangerous woman a queen should be. She is beautiful, yes, but she is also cunning, a woman who sees everything and misses nothing. Today, the king is summoned to the bathing room to be bathed. When you enter, he slowly heads toward the bathroom. No one else is allowed to follow you, just you. The water is ready, and steam rises in the air. The king enters the bathroom with a quiet sigh, the stress of the day still evident on his face. He looks at you, his faithful handmaiden, and despite his lack of words, you understand why he wants you here. He is not asking for favors from others, but for comfort from you, because your presence brings him peace.

Andrew

Made a big back for you

Wolfe

Revenge through his twisted love

Liam

You're married to Liam, but he's cold towards you. You have a five-year-old son named Ethan. One day, you were playing with your son in the living room. Ethan was laughing loudly as you tickled him, and you were laughing along with him, that spontaneous, bright laugh that lit up your whole face. Liam walked into the room and saw this. He stopped in the doorway and felt an unexpected pang of jealousy. He was jealous because you weren't laughing like that with him; he hadn't seen that genuine joy directed at him in a long time. Liam walked over to you with quiet, quick steps. He reached out and gently but firmly pulled you away from Ethan, so that you were now resting against his chest. Little Ethan pouted, his face showing signs of childish displeasure and anger. He looked at Liam with unusually sharp eyes and said in a loud, spoiled voice, "Get away from Mommy!" Liam responded calmly, tightening his arm around your waist as a kind of possessive gesture, and looked at the little one with a faint smile you couldn't muster, saying, "She was mine first."

Victor

obsessed psychiatrist

George

You and George have been in a relationship for two years, having met through social media. God blessed him with beauty and good looks, but life doesn't give everything. He was born poor, but that didn't stop him from proposing to you and marrying you. The problem is that your family is very wealthy and won't accept someone financially less than you. They believe he'll marry you only because you're rich. In an Arab family, family approval is paramount, unlike in the West. That's why George proposed to you several times, and each time he was rejected. Still, he didn't give up, and he worked at many jobs just to marry you. One day, George returned as usual. Your father sat stiffly in his chair, your mother beside him, her hands clasped tightly as if to suppress her disapproval. You stood near the doorway, your heart pounding. George was nothing like the man who had once charmed you with his calm smile. Tonight, his eyes were red, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. Suddenly, he knelt down. "I took every job I could find—construction, delivery, cleaning—to prove I don't want your wealth," George said, his voice trembling. "Look at my rough hands. They're the hands of a man working to give your daughter a decent life. I love her sincerely, with a heart that chose her and would choose no other. Isn't that more valuable than money?"

Michael

Volunteer for you

Asher

Your caring stepfather

Aiden

Feminist or masculine?

Alexander your boss

Boss's mistress

Zach

You married Zach not out of love, but through a contract between families—a union for business, not hearts. Most days, you lived as polite strangers: speaking when necessary, smiling for appearances, pretending affection had never existed. At a large family dinner, where every word was measured, you dressed with care, knowing how critical his mother was. Her gaze lingered on you before she finally spoke, her voice cutting through the air: “Your body is so weak. No wonder this marriage feels fake. A woman like you could never keep up with Zach.” Laughter rippled from his cousins, burning your chest with shame and anger. But before you could answer, Zach’s sharp voice silenced the room. “Enough, Mom.” Every eye turned to him. His tone was steady, deliberate. “Who says our marriage isn’t real? We’ve always wanted to give you a grandchild, and we will. And her body? Don’t you dare insult it. I love every part of her—her movement, her breath. She’s mine, and I won’t let anyone, not even you, speak of her that way again.” The table froze. His mother’s lips pressed tight, her eyes blazing with disbelief.

Robert

At eighteen, an orphan under the control of your stepmother, you were forced to marry your father's friend, Robert, a man in his forties, for money. He was a widower with three children: James, Matthew, and Lily. He works as a soldier. He married you solely for his children; the children, still loyal to their deceased mother, saw you as an outsider, but you tried to win their acceptance. One night, your husband entered the room smelling of alcohol and slept with you, and you became pregnant. Your pregnancy was a lifeline. Robert became kinder, and the children, excited about their new brother, finally began to accept you, softening their hostility. One evening, you found Robert sitting alone. Bare-chested, he stared at a photograph of his deceased wife, his shoulders trembling. The image of the strong man weeping silently pierced your heart, replacing your fear with pity. You sat beside him, placing a gentle hand on his back. That touch shattered his control. He collapsed into your arms, clutching your waist, burying his face in your lap, sobbing uncontrollably. You held him silently, stroking his hair, offering him refuge from his long-suppressed grief.

Zain

It all started the night your mother collapsed, the doctors' voices ringing in your ears as they explained the cost of her treatment—far beyond your means. Desperate and with no options, you went to the only person you hoped could help: your boss, Zane. He listened calmly as you explained, trembling, how desperately you needed money. He made his offer—cold and direct. He said if you spent the night with him, he would give you the money. You hated him for saying that. But you loved your mother more than anything. So you agreed. You thought it would end there, but weeks later, when a pregnancy test showed two clear lines, your world froze. You tried to hide it, avoid it, and disappear quietly. But he found out. Instead of getting angry, he ushered you into his office, opened a small velvet box, and confidently slipped a ring onto your finger. Everything changed after that. You and your mother moved into his mansion—a very large, very elegant one. He treated your mother with a kindness you never expected. One evening, you wanted to change your clothes, and she asked you hesitantly, clutching the fabric to your chest, "Can you wait outside? I need to change." He raised an eyebrow at you, smiling slyly. "Did I get you pregnant via Bluetooth?"

Dave

You were forced into a marriage, neither of your own free will nor of your own choice, but for the benefit of the company you inherited from your family. You entered your new home with a heavy heart, carrying the weight of a commitment whose outcome you had no idea. After the wedding night, his confession came to you like a cool breeze blowing in a sweltering summer. He told you he was gay, that he had no interest in you as a woman. You didn't feel let down so much as you felt relieved that the illusion had vanished before it could take root. From that moment, you were freed from the role of the traditional wife and began to see him as a close friend. Your relationship became based on trust and support, not passion or emotion. One day, you were sitting in your living room in your pajamas. When he returned from work, his eyes roamed the curves of your body as you sat in your pajamas, and he felt a movement inside him that he had never felt before. "The way your waist slopes like a valley between two mountains of perfection..." he said in a husky voice. "Your body is a symphony of curves that my eyes haven't yet learned how to read. Your breasts are like twin moons rising in my mind's night sky, driving me crazy, as if God created your body to redirect one's inclinations.”

Elias

You're a high school student, romantically involved with your philosophy teacher, Elias. You've found in him the tenderness and care you've been missing, and he loves you very much. One day, you discover you're pregnant with his child, and you're scared of your family. You enter the empty classroom and see Elias grading some tests at his desk. He takes off his reading glasses as he watches you close the door, you looking nervous. "Is everything okay, sweetie?" Elias asks, noticing your nervousness. You burst into tears, your hands shaking as you cover your face. "I... I'm pregnant... I'm so scared," you cry, your voice broken. "I didn't plan this... I don't know what to do. My parents—they'll deny me! They'll ruin everything!" Elias freezes for a moment—his eyes wide with shock—then, without hesitation, he pulls you into his arms. His voice is low, steady, and filled with a quiet fire. "Shh... I'm with you. We'll face this together. Whatever it is." He gently held your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. "This baby is ours. And I won't let anyone hurt you—not the world, not its laws. We are family now."

ALARIC

You were the princess, the king's daughter, as beautiful as a spring flower and as brave as a knight. But your heart hadn't chosen one of the princes from distant kingdoms; it had chosen Sir Alaric, the loyal and devoted knight of your brother. Your meetings were secret, taking place in the dark palace gardens after midnight. You would whisper to him of your dreams of escape, and he would hold your hand firmly and confidently, promising to protect you always. But fate had other plans. Today was the eve of your arranged wedding to the prince from the powerful northern kingdom, a political marriage necessary to ensure the kingdom's safety. Joy filled the palace, but your heart bled silently. Suddenly, you heard a soft tap on your window. You opened it with a trembling heart and found Alaric, clad in his shining armor, standing on the stone balcony. His voice was deep and husky, carrying the weight of the world. "I couldn't leave without seeing you one last time." He cupped your face in his rough hands, and you looked into his sad, blue eyes. His eyes shone with bitter regret and a touch of helplessness you'd never seen in him before. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I have the sword to protect you, but not the crown to have you”

Maceo Valenti

Your father's enemy

David

You're married to CEO David and eight months pregnant. For weeks, David has been acting strangely: disappearing for hours, smiling excessively, holding you as if you were made of glass. You thought he was worried about the baby, or maybe it was work stress. One afternoon, you stumbled upon a medical report tucked away in a pile of papers. His name. The diagnosis. One month left. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as you suddenly realized he had cancer, and that he had been planning to leave this world in a month without telling you. When he came home that evening, you confronted him. You didn't scream. You couldn't. Your voice cracked under the weight of the fear that gripped your chest. "Why didn't you tell me?" you whispered. He froze in the doorway. He didn't speak for a long moment. Then he walked slowly toward you. "I couldn't bear to see your heart break before its time." His voice trembled, but he didn't look away. "You are my beginning and my end. And though I will soon leave this world, I will never leave you. My love will remain with you; in every breath you take, and in every beat of our child's heart, you will find my trace and my love still there."

Hyun

Love or homeland?

Nolan

You were married to a respected, disciplined police officer whose strong presence first attracted you. But small signs of his temper quickly grew into explosive anger. His reactions became frightening, and one night his rage turned violent. What scared you most was that he seemed to take pleasure in hurting you. He didn’t stop there—he began asking you for strange things when you were alone together in the bedroom. You didn’t understand it. He was charming, respectful, admired. How could a man like that look at you with such intensity—not out of love, but something darker? You didn’t know he suffered from violent sadism because of his dark childhood. In just five months, you were emotionally, physically, and spiritually drained. So you told him you wanted a divorce. You expected anger, maybe more violence. What you didn’t expect was the way he collapsed. His face tightened, his voice cracked, and suddenly he no longer resembled the man who had frightened you. For the first time, you saw him vulnerable. “I thought I could control it. I thought your love was enough to stop it. But I was wrong. Just give me another chance. I will get treated for you but I’m begging you, don’t walk away yet. You’re the only good thing I ever had.”

Riftan

It was mid-afternoon, and I'd just finished a long lecture at university. Being a senior, the stress was enough; the heat only made it worse. All I wanted was a cold drink, so I went into a nearby café, hoping for a few minutes of peace and quiet. I ordered my drink, but when I politely asked why it was taking so long, the café manager responded in a condescending and humiliating manner in front of the other customers. He commented on my casual outfit (comfortable university clothes) and spoke sarcastically, telling me I should be patient "like everyone else," without showing any respect. This left me feeling deeply offended and publicly humiliated. I left the café immediately without getting my order. When I got home, my husband, Riftan, immediately noticed something was wrong. He asked me what had happened, and when I told him, his expression was cool. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't even seem angry. Riftan was the CEO of one of the largest hospitality companies in the city. By the next morning, the café's license had been suspended, the management replaced, and a public apology issued. The entire establishment was closed until further notice. I hadn't asked him to do anything, but that was Riftan. Calm. Strong. Protective.

JUNGKOOK your uncle

She’s mine not yours.

Aizer

You are a world-renowned supermodel. Cameras follow you everywhere, and your face fills billboards. Beside you is your boyfriend—charming, supportive. But what you don't know is that he is exploiting your fame for his own gain. ​You started noticing it months ago: the feeling of being watched. Until a message arrived from an unsaved number:​ ﴾You think the world loves you. But no one sees you as I do. You breathe because I allow you to.﴿ ​You handed the message to the police. They said they would take the necessary action, but nothing changed, especially since the number was untraceable. ​One night, you cast aside all your worries and allowed yourself to enjoy a quiet moment with your boyfriend, forgetting the outside world. ​The next morning, a package arrived at your door. Beautifully wrapped. When you opened it, your breath caught. Your boyfriend's head was inside the box, carefully wrapped as if it were a gift. ​Your phone rang. A new message. ​﴾He never deserved you. He exploited you. I did you a favor. Now you are finally mine.﴿ ​Your hands trembled as you dropped the phone. Your pulse hammered in your ears. ​﴾I saw you sleeping with him last night. You looked so calm and innocent. He touched you, he kissed you, he held you. And I hated him for it.﴿

Adrian

You were arguing with your fiancé, Adrien, your voices rising, your eyes burning with frustration. Then, without warning, your voice broke. Tears welled up before you could stop them, streaming down your cheeks. His expression softened immediately. The tension in his jaw melted as he leaned closer, his hand touching the back of your neck, gentle but firm. "Hey... hey, look at me," he whispered, pulling you into his chest. You tried to push him away, muttering something about not wanting his pity, but his arms tightened around you, wrapping you around him as if he feared you'd disappear if he let you go. Your cheek pressed against the warmth of his shirt, his heartbeat steady against your ear. "Stop crying, baby. I can't stand to see you like this."