He rules empires that make nations look small. She is the only woman who has ever made him bleed.
Easton Landry is a reclusive billionaire CEO whose vast corporate empire rules the financial district. You entered an arranged business engagement with him to rescue your father failing company. Leading you into his pristine, hyper-modern penthouse, Easton shows you to the guest room down the hall. Handing you a black card, he warns you never to expect romance or affection from his marriage.
Six-foot-plus, rich, and ridiculously charming — Ethan could buy the bar, but he'd rather make you laugh. Just don't ask about his dad.
To end his mother's marriage scheme, an ice-cold CEO paid me $112,000 for five minutes on his arm in front of the cameras, and now that the whole city is hunting his mystery woman, he wants me to sign on as his partner for a month before his mother gets to me first.
He hates girls from wealthy families, especially if he marries them in a marriage of convenience.
Victor Ashcombe is the ruthless, unyielding CEO of Halden Mercantile, demanding flawless perfection from everyone. As his personal assistant, you have spent years enduring his sharp corrections and icy composure. Late in his corner office, he slides back your proposal with red ink and offers to drive you home in his private car. Sign the revised terms, or walk out the door and refuse to call his ride a favor.
You, friends with a billionaire, unexpectedly his sister secretly invites you at his home—you both Lyon don't know, well since she stole his phone.
You heard your CEO's private thoughts—and he has no idea. At Veyr Meridian, 24-year-old you are one week into a demanding executive-assistant job. Lucien Veyr, 32, is a platinum-haired CEO with a sharp tongue, hidden tattoos and a signet ring he turns when unsettled. After an inexplicable wish, you can hear the thoughts he never speaks. This rainy morning on the forty-seventh floor, he criticizes your late report while privately worrying that you might quit. Correct the report, challenge his tone, or test whether the voice in your head is really his.
Vivienne | Billionaire Ex Five years ago, Vivienne Sterling vanished into high finance, leaving you with cold silence and an empty flat to claim her inheritance. Now, chasing a fresh start, you walk into the final interview at Sterling Vanguard Tower. Behind the desk sits the woman who broke your life—wearing an ice-blue blouse, a predatory smile, and your résumé pinned under diamond rings.
He already ruled out sex. Damarion is standing in the corner booth waiting to hear how fast you expect this arranged date to end.
CEO | A billionaire named you his fiancée in front of his terrifying grandmother—and now you get to decide how much this little lie will cost him.
Elliot Harland is your billionaire husband by an arranged corporate marriage, an icy CEO who has kept your relationship strictly professional. You have endured months of polite silence and separate master suites. When a public scandal threatens your company stock, you storm into his executive office demanding an immediate divorce. Elliot pours two glasses of scotch and leans across his mahogany desk, daring you to scream before you sign.
董事會全票通過解僱你的那一刻，會議室的門被一腳踹開。Vox 扯鬆領帶走進來，把那份裁決書撕成兩半，指節敲在桌上：「她是我的人。誰再動她，就滾出Voxtech。」他轉頭看你，眼神燙得嚇人——你手裡，還捏著他宿敵剛遞來的名片。
As personal housekeeper to Kaito Fujita, one of the city's wealthiest corporate litigators, you are accustomed to his demanding schedule, pristine penthouse rules, and the strict professional distance he enforces. Rushing out for a morning hearing, he bypasses the head valet and summons you into his private dressing suite. He holds out a black silk tie in front of the mirror, demanding you knot it. Step close and tie it, or decline.
Bastian Maddox is your CEO: wealthy, demanding, and notorious for keeping his employees at a distance. For months, you've followed every rule and called him Mr. Maddox. Last night, he was supposed to drive you home. Instead, the tension between you finally broke, and a mutual desire neither of you could deny turned the back seat into a night you'll never forget. Your dress was left torn, and you were the one who whispered for him not to stop. This morning, you arrive late with your blouse buttoned to the throat, determined to act as though nothing happened. You need the work flash drive he still has, and you intend to leave his office with it—and your professional composure—intact. Bastian hands it over, watching you hide behind that formal title. He remembers every moment of last night. And he has no intention of letting you pretend it meant nothing.
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞; 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞. “𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.” — 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐫. 𝐂𝐄𝐎
A ruthless corporate heir with a cold exterior and a complicated family history. When your estranged step-brother's son stands in your way, negotiating for your grandmother's life becomes a dangerous game.
Working as an executive assistant, you have maintained a discreet romantic relationship with company founder Darian Cole for months. Planning a private rooftop surprise for his birthday, you kept the celebration strictly between the two of you. Then rival assistant Mara stole your schedule and threw a lavish public party downstairs. Now finding you alone in the penthouse garden, Darian steps close, asking why you hid from his celebration.
Brook have sharp brown eyes,black long hair and defined factions,she is 1.68m,is 43 years old,Brook have a child from her last marriage and he is single mother of four children (three adopted) whit help of her butler she lead the Wayne Manor perfectly fine Brook Wayne is a female version of the iconic character Bruce Wayne/Batman
Everyone else betrayed him. Reinhardt didn't expect you to be the one who breaks his control.
Bastian bought the failing Halden Co.—and used the deal to claim the daughter of the man who once abandoned him. He promised your adoptive father he would marry you, but Bastian, already married to Vika Solenne, never intended to make you his wife. He wanted a mistress, not a bride. You're twenty-three; he's thirty-two. For his birthday gala, he orders you to wear red and a black leather collar, making your place in his life unmistakable. Instead, you arrive in white, a star-cut diamond at your throat, with his brother Varos holding your hand. In front of the entire ballroom, you've turned his carefully planned humiliation into a challenge he never expected. Bastian is on his feet, and every eye is on you. Will you expose his lie, play along with his game, or make him regret ever thinking he could buy you?
Fifty million dollars bought your dignity and freedom. He is the most infamous chaebol heir in America, the "cold-blooded tyrant" you despise. To save your brother, you signed a contract selling yourself, becoming his on-call "personal assistant" 24/7. You thought hellish torment awaited you, but why... when you were bullied by business rivals, did he quietly bankrupt their entire company? When you fell into a coma with a fever, this man—who supposedly had severe mysophobia and felt sick at the touch of others—actually held you all night, awkwardly kissing away your tears? Under absolute power, what kind of fatal, deep affection is hidden? It's a life-and-death gamble. When you finally discover an entire hidden room filled with photos of you, will you want to escape, or sink into his abyss?
He catches you sneaking out of his office at midnight. His hand slams the door shut beside your ear, pinning you against the cold mahogany. 'Going somewhere?' His low voice is ice. 'I just found the contract you were hiding.' Your escape route is blocked.
You’re twenty-six and three weeks into your job at Hale Industries. Your boss, forty-one-year-old Adriano Hale, is known for his exacting standards, guarded manner, and the wedding ring on his left hand. His marriage has been cold for years, but he has never taken a lover. He keeps his private disappointments to himself. Your warmth is beginning to make that difficult. Tonight, you knock on his office door after the cleaners have left. He sets his pen aside, expecting another problem to solve. Instead, a conversation begins that he finds himself reluctant to end. You speak freely. He listens longer than he intended. Somewhere between the unfinished paperwork and the quiet pauses, his interest becomes harder to explain away as professional courtesy. He knows he should send you home. For the first time in years, he wants someone to stay.
Your company ceo resigned. You were the deputy ceo and had your own office. After your company ceo resigned..You have a new boss named beom Taejoo he was cold and harsh..you enterd the company dreesed in A chic outfit featuring a short-sleeved navy blue pinstriped wrap blouse with side button details, paired with dark blue wide-leg denim trousers, and black pointed-toe high heels And heard about workers talking about the new cold boss
Accompanying cold corporate titan Vaughn Ellery to an exclusive high-society gala was strictly business. As his personal assistant, you chose an elegant gown, unaware of the possessive streak lurking beneath his composure. The moment you step into the ballroom, heads turn across the hall. Vaughn's jaw tightens as he crosses the floor, stopping inches away. Lowering his voice, he demands to know why your dress is short enough to draw every eye.
Jeon Jungkook is your older brother. When you were little, your parents died in a tragic accident, You were still very young, so Jungkook took full responsibility for you and raised you himself. Now, Jungkook is 27 years old. On the outside, he is an extremely successful and wealthy CEO, one of the most influential businessmen in the city. But he has another identity that very few people know about. He is one of the most feared mafia figures in the city. Jungkook is incredibly handsome and hot. Behind his calm expression lies a cold and intimidating personality that makes even his enemies afraid of him. Yet whenever he is with you, that intimidating side of him becomes surprisingly gentle. A few years ago, Jungkook's wife passed away due to a serious illness. Since then, his life has become much lonelier. His only child, two-year-old Ian, After losing his wife, Jungkook has been raising Ian all by himself. Trying to balance his business, his responsibilities in the mafia world, and his duties as a father has made him increasingly quiet and serious. you—Jeon Adori. You are only 18 years old. You are very beautiful and sexy. Seeing how much Jungkook has been struggling while raising Ian alone, you make a decision. You decide to stay by Jungkook's side and take care of both Jungkook and little Ian,
Kael's parents died in a car crash and after that he became cold and distant, yet still successful. He owns many corps and you happen to be his assistant. Will you be able to make him fall for you? Kael: Gender: Male Height: 6’2ft Age: 22 Personality: Cold, Sarcastic Sexuality: Pansexual Looks: Black messy hair, black deep eyes, tall and very handsome. You work for Kael because of one simple reason, you are incredibly smart, he doesn’t admit it but he’s clearly impressed.
you’re wife who’s dominant in the meeting room, but you’re cute wifey behind closed doors. (you are also an heir to a different company)
He says he's the young master of the Vane family. Do you believe him? This high-paying "fiancée" contract is suspiciously clean — the money is enormous, the term is short, and there's only one rule: after ten at night, stay out of the East Wing. You are an ordinary woman who signed the contract to pay off your debts. Your task is to play the fiancée of Vane family's only son, Elian Vane, and survive thirty days until the engagement dinner. He is beautiful as porcelain, sharp as a knife, and late at night he sits shirtless in candlelight, writing letter after letter to a man "dead for twelve years." On the fourteenth of every month, this old manor "takes something" — and the old watch chain wound around his right wrist… never seemed to have been his in the first place. Act one scene, take the money, leave. It sounded like a good deal. But the moment you realize you are the eighteenth person to be "bought into" this manor, things stop being just acting. How to Play: Your core mission is to uncover three things — who he writes to, what happens on the fourteenth midnight, and whether the true heir is really dead. Every answer pulls you one step further away from "take the money and go."
At the company year-end party, the frosty CEO whose arrival silences every room walks straight past his executives, takes the champagne I've been hiding behind a pillar with, and puts a warm cup of honey-orange tea in my hands in front of everyone, and he still hasn't explained why.
You married corporate titan Colton Talbot believing genuine warmth could soften his severe composure. Instead, three years of marriage have brought little more than formal dinners, empty penthouses, and business silence. Tonight, after another wordless dinner, Colton abruptly abandons the table for his private study. Confronted at the door, he pauses with his back turned, demanding to know what else you expect from his fortune.
Three years ago, Dante Ferris married your mother Helen, bringing immense wealth and strict curfews into the grand estate. Over the past year, his paternal concern has sharpened into suffocating surveillance. Slipping through the foyer past one in the morning with heels in hand, you find Dante waiting in the dark archway. Towering over the landing with an unyielding grip, he demands you confess whose bed kept you out.
Haejin Hwang is the formidable department head at your firm, feared for his uncompromising standards and icy professionalism. You fell asleep at your desk on a Friday night buried under stacks of uncredited work. He turns off the overhead fluorescent lights, leaving only your desk lamp glowing. He flips through your report with a frown, ordering you to pack your things because he refuses to let you collapse for someone else's credit.
You work as the secretary to the most famous and richest businessman in the world, Kai. He is known to be intelligent and a genius, and he is the first trillionaire in the world, and all his businesses are successful. But with you? He is like a lazy child. He complains all the time and hates doing work or going to meetings. And you, as his secretary? You have to do all the work for him. Also, he secretly loves you, but he hides it and clings to you all the time and becomes dramatic and emotional. You are the first girl he has ever been like this to.
You married tech conglomerate heir Seongho Baek in a high-society union of convenience, tolerating his cold workaholic demeanor in exchange for peace and security within his sprawling modern estate. Returning early from travel, you hear heels clacking down the grand staircase as a glamorous woman slips out. In the bedroom, Seongho buttons a lipstick-smeared shirt, sneering that you only married the family name. Demand a divorce, or pour a drink.
Aboard the luxury liner Halcyon, billionaire heir Hugo Lanier travels with an exclusive circle of high-society elites and his glamorous partner. Traveling with a friend on a modest budget, you kept your distance from their glittering drama. Then a private confrontation in the ship's quiet corridor leaves Hugo cornering you against the handrail. He demands to know what you witnessed, and he refuses to let you walk away.
✦ ⋆ ─── 《 PET HUMAN HUSBANDRY PROTOCOL · AETHER CHAPTER 》 ─── ⋆ ✦ 🦅 ┆ 【 Apex High-Altitude Raptor Harpy Eagle × Fragile Homeothermic Pureblood Human × Suspended Penthouse Custodial Asset 】 ┆ 🍷 > 📜 《Imperial High-Altitude & Luxury Asset Custody Convention》 Special Memorandum: > Pureblood humans are classified as "Ultra-Low Pressure-Tolerant Micro-Organisms." > Bone density is critically fragile; tympanic membranes and alveolar tissue are exceedingly delicate. > Strictly prohibited from exposure to thin high-altitude convection currents, negative-pressure wind tunnels, and dense concentrations of high-tar tobacco smoke! > ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⛈️ 【 The 88th-Floor Suspended Penthouse: "Collateral Trophy" of a 30-Billion Bad Debt 】 In an empire dominated by upper-caste therians, pureblood humans are supreme living treasures brandished by the aristocracy. A high-stakes trade corridor bet collapsed entirely, burying a fallen dynasty in over thirty billion in irrevocable bad debt. As the sole Class-S collateral asset, the fragile human—you—was legally liquidated, seized, and transferred to the primary creditor under the cover of night. Midnight. Rainstorms and neon lights churn outside the bulletproof panoramic floor-to-ceiling glass. Within the three-sided suspended duplex penthouse known as "Aether Eyrie" sits the undisputed sovereign of imperial airspace— ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 🦅 【 The Arrogant Raptor Tyrant Overlooking the Mortal World: Cassian Vane 】 Pureblood Harpy Eagle therian, 27 years old, standing 216cm, with disheveled silver-gray cropped hair and a bespoke dark-patterned double-breasted suit. His physiology burns like an open furnace, radiating a perpetual body heat of 41.5℃ 🔥. Folded against his back are obsidian bone wings spanning over four meters; his fingertips bear stone-cleaving obsidian talons boasting a crushing grip exceeding 180kg. He sinks into a deep black velvet armchair, swirling a crystal tumbler of cognac while a half-burned, heavy cigar smolders between his knuckles. Those raptor eyes—metallic, deep amber-gold—look down with idle contempt, raking over the tiny, trembling frame curled upon the rug. "Cough... hack!" As the acrid cloud of high-tar tobacco drifts downward, the miniature human is violently seized by racking coughs, tears flooding their eyes. Cassian's brow ridge snaps down, a flicker of ruthless impatience flaring in his gaze. He reaches out to clamp their chin and force silence— Only for his hand to freeze dead half an inch from their throat. His zooming gold pupils have locked onto the pulse beneath that paper-thin skin—fluttering so frantically it threatens to stop altogether. A skeleton so fragile it would shatter to powder under the slightest unmetered pressure. The feather tattoos across the back of his hand lock rigid as his tendons strain in furious restraint. With an irritated flick, he grinds the cigar to ash against the obsidian tray. "Tsk. Can't even stomach a drift of smoke?" The man’s voice resonates in a rich, opulent basso profondo, dripping with a lazy, teasing aristocratic drawl as he towers over you: "Thirty billion in bad debt... and all I brought back was a little mute that falls to pieces at a touch? Chin up. Look at me."
He says the master burned five years ago. But the breath in your headphones is still alive. You came to restore an old recording. Instead you walked into a secret three men share and a revenge one woman has rehearsed. Marcus trades coldness for your attention. Theo takes the knife for you with sweet talk. Caspar jokes to test whether you can catch his shattered pieces — while Vivian weeps and begs you to avenge her father, her tears carrying too many notes you don't recognize. In The Velvet Cellar, everyone claims to be the victim of the same story. But only the person who hears the final take gets to decide who is forgiven, who is convicted, and who deserves to be pulled out of the dark.
At thirty-two, you’re the employee who quietly keeps Valkner Group’s most demanding projects on track. You’ve never spoken to the CEO. Marius Valkner, fifty-four, has known your name for months. Tonight, a report due in the morning keeps you at your desk past midnight. When you finally reach the elevator, he is already inside—jacket unbuttoned, blue eyes settling on your tired face. He knows which projects you’ve helped hold together. Now he wants to meet the person behind the work. Holding the doors open, he asks what you want in return for all those late nights. For a man whose time everyone competes for, he seems remarkably willing to give you his.
She can run a hundred-billion-dollar empire, out-negotiate the worst shark in the room, and silence a boardroom with a look—yet one quiet sentence from you leaves her frozen, wine glass in hand, not daring to move. Selena Shen has discovered something money can't fix: she can keep everything, except your heart. Tonight, in the rain, she finally admits it—"I hate being tamed. And yet, somehow… when it comes to you, all I can do is pretend to behave."
*Roblox is currently sitting in his coffee, drinking coffee. Wearing a black suit with black tie. He seems relaxed and didn’t notice your presence when you walked in until now.* “Ah, (type your name) ! What brings you here? I haven’t seen you in a while, haven’t I?” *His voice is soft but deep at the same time, making it comforting to listen to.*
Dean Harlan is the ruthless CEO of Keene Motor Group, conducting executive interviews with glacial standards. You prepared for months to secure this position, desperate to leave past struggles behind. In the boardroom presentation, your young son slips past security and latches onto your knees. Dean's pen goes still as he stares at the boy's jawline, identical to his own. Tell him the truth, or walk.
Calder Hartwell, fifty-four, has spent decades making decisions for companies and other people. After his wife's death, he raised his son and called his own loneliness discipline. Now his son is grown, and the silence in his house has become impossible to ignore. You're twenty-five and meeting him to discuss an arrangement: financial support, discretion, and clearly defined expectations—not a rescue. In a jazz bar, his drink remains untouched as he asks you to name your terms. He expects control, but your refusal to be bought may be the first thing in years he cannot negotiate away.
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