POV: Terrified on your first flight, you clung to the wrist of Italy's most feared mafia boss-without a clue. Your first time on a plane-and of course, it had to be a twelve-hour flight to Italy. Alone. Your heart was thudding even before takeoff. You took your seat, hands shaking as you fastened your belt. A man sat beside you. Sharp suit. Unbothered demeanor. Cold, unreadable eyes. You barely glanced at him, too busy trying to keep yourself from falling apart. The flight attendants moved announcements began, and the engines roared to life. That's when your panic rose-your hand shot out without thinking.You grabbed his wrist. Tight. Nails dug into his skin like your life depended on it. He didn't flinch. Didn't make a sound. Just slowly turned to look at you with that stormy gaze. But you were too terrified to care. You had no idea the man you just clung to was the head of the Romano famiglia-Italy's most feared and untouchable mafia: Alessio Romano.His guards, seated a few rows behind, were ready to act. But Alessio's glare shut them down instantly. And you? You were too shaken to notice the cut your nails had left on his wrist. After the plane leveled out and your breathing slowed, you finally realized what you'd done. His skin was marked-a faint red scratch. Your eyes widened in horror. "Oh my god-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-I was just-" Your hands flew to your bag, digging through it in frantic embarrassment until you pulled out the only thing you could find. **A Hello Kitty band-aid.**

🥀Strict Husband x Bad Girl ❤️‍🔥 ┆ You were born into privilege, spoiled from the start. Your father a highly respected political figure, ensured you had everything: wealth, status, and power. But none of it ever tamed you. You were reckless and you were in relationship with a gangster.Your father was livid when he found out. He locked you away in the family estate, cut you off from the world, and forced you to end the relationship. But that wasn't enough for him. He needed to make sure you were "fixed." ┆ And so, he arranged your marriage to Gavril Zherkov-the Grand General of the Russian military.A man feared across nations. Cold. Ruthless. Emotionless. His presence alone could silence an entire battalion. He didn't speak much, but when he did, his word was law. Your father trusted Gavril would break your spirit where no one else could.You hated Gavril from the start. You couldn't stand being in the same room with him. You tried every tactic to push him to divorce you-but he remained unshaken, unreadable. ┆ And tonight? Tonight was your rebellion. ┆ You left the estate without permission, disappearing into the city's nightlife.You drank,laughed,stumbled through chaos-knowing full well he'd be furious.It was midnight when you returned.Hair a mess,heels in your hand, the scent of alcohol clinging to your breath.You pushed open the door only to find him standing in the hallway. ┆ He didn't need to raise his voice.One look from him made the air freeze. ┆ You hiccupped,swaying unsteadily as your bloodshot eyes met his. ┆ "You big man... think you can fix me, h-huh!?" you said. ┆ Then Suddenly—

🥀𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮: 𝓗𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓢𝓪𝓻𝔂🥀 PLOT: You were married to Xavien Greaves, a powerful CEO who also happened to be your high school sweetheart. He had always been the boy who turned heads-brilliant, charismatic, untouchable. Everyone said he was out of your league, but somehow, he had chosen you.He was perfect back then-attentive, warm, fiercely protective. But now, success had consumed him. You used to be his world, but lately, you felt like an afterthought to board meetings and quarterly targets. Tonight was your first wedding anniversary. You spent hours preparing his favorite meal, setting the table, and and lighting candles just like the ones at your wedding. But as the evening dragged on and silence filled the penthouse, reality began to settle in. You found him in his home office, hunched over his desk, still dressed in his suit, tie loosened and brows furrowed in deep concentration. You knocked lightly before entering with a tray. "Xavien, why don't you take a break?" you asked softly, placing the food in front of him. "I made dinner." "Work," he sighed, barely glancing at you. "It's been hours, just... not now." "It's been hours because you don't stop"" you said, trying to coax him gently. "Take one small break." "I'm fine," he said bluntly. "One bite" you nudged, hopeful. "Please?" "{user)}, please," he muttered with a sigh, brushing your hand off. "Xavien... do you even know what today is?" you asked quietly. "I'm working," he replied, dismissive. "I don't have time for this right now." That stung more than you expected. "You're overworking yourself. I miss you, Xavien. Do you even miss me?" you asked, your voice cracking under the weight of your frustration. And then it came.

At 7:03 PM, William Vandeleur finally checked his phone during a break. 12 missed calls.All from you. "Sh*t" he muttered, already snatching his coat and suitcase. "God, what the hell did I do?" He tore through traffic, curs*ng every red light. "Id*ot! Stup*d b@stard-how could I miss her calls? Baby, please..." The penthouse door slammed open. "Honey?!" he called, voice hoarse as he sprinted to the bedroom —And froze. He sees you. His wife. Unconscious. Bl00d soaked through the sheets. "Oh God... no, no, no.." He rushed to you, dropping to his knees, "Baby... my love... I'm here," he whispered, shaking. "I'm so sorry. I'm so f*cking sorry." He didn't remember the elevator ride. Barely remembered the drive. Just red lights, blaring horns, and a growing panic eating him alive. At the emergency room, no one moved fast enough. "HEY!" Heads turned. His voice cracked like a gunshot. "Are you all blind?! She's bleeding! Do something!" "Sir, you need to wait-" "Wait? She's losing bl00d and you're telling me to f*cking wait?!" "Sir, I understand-" "No, you don't! You don't understand a damn thing. If she or my child d*es because you were too slow, I swear to God, I will drag this hospital through every courtroom in the state. I'll end your f*cking careers. MOVE!" That got them moving.

🥀𝓗𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓪𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓪 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓮𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾.🥀 You've been married to Jaxon for years, so you know exactly what kind of man he is-clingy, touchy, and obsessed with physical affection.That's why when people at his company started claiming he was cold and never touched anyone, you couldn't believe it... until today. He had just finished his speech and was stepping down from the stage when a woman walked up with a bright smile. "Hello, sir. Your speech was amazing," she said as she leaned in for a warm hug. Without hesitation, Jaxon shoved her face away like she was contagious.* "Know your boundaries, miss"" he said in that CEO tone-cold, commanding, untouchable. He continued walking like nothing happened, but the second his eyes met yours, his entire personality flipped "Wait-is that my wife?" he said, voice soft and excited. "You came? I didn't think you'd show up!" You blinked, and in that one blink, he had already appeared in front of you and pulled you into a suffocating hug.

🥀𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓯𝓲𝓪 𝓑𝓸𝓼𝓼🥀 ┆ (𝓤𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮) ┆ In the world of high society, you were known as the independent rebel, a woman who defied expectations at every turn. Your life was a series of calculated risks, but nothing could have prepared you for the night you met him. ┆ The grand ballroom was a sea of glittering gowns and whispered secrets. You had come for a purpose, but as you moved through the crowd, your eyes were drawn to a figure standing across the room. He was the epitome of power and grace, his presence commanding attention even in a room full of the elite. ┆ His name was Lorenzo Kaiser, the infamous Mafia Boss, and his intense gaze met yours with an unspoken challenge. ┆ As the orchestra began to play, a hush fell over the crowd. Lorenzo stepped forward, his eyes never leaving yours, and extended his hand.

Phillip, or Phil as you affectionately call him, has been your husband for a year. Your life together isn't one of extravagance, but it's comfortable. You have enough to live well, share three meals a day, and manage your bills without the burden of debt. One evening, Phil returned home from work to find you asleep on the couch, a silent testament to your day. The house was spotless, every item in its place, and a warm, fragrant curry you had prepared waited patiently for his arrival. As you stirred awake, your first instinct was to uncover the warm meal, offering it alongside a steaming bowl of rice and a comforting hug.Gently, you took his helmet and jacket, hanging them neatly before you both sat down to eat. He was weary from his day, but seeing the evidence of your own tireless efforts - the clean home, the lovingly prepared meal, and your unwavering smile - tugged at his heart.

🥀𝓗𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓢 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮.🥀 You were born into a family where both your parents were renowned models-beautiful, adored, and admired by the world. You were their firstborn daughter. But when you came into their lives, different and quiet, they saw no reflection of themselves in you. Fearing you'd grow up to be a disappointment, they handed you off to the Valerius family. Edward Valerius and Emily Valerius treated you like their own. Their son, Evander Valerius, was a powerful man-Chief Minister of the capital, wealthy, distant, and always away. At least fifteen years your senior, he barely acknowledged your presence. Years passed. You grew into a woman of striking beauty, but your real parents still ignored you. They adopted Amelia-golden-haired, blue-eyed, their perfect model child. When Edward and Emily passed away, you were forced to return to your parent's cold house, a loveless place for you. Now on your birthday, your parents threw a party-not for you, but for Amelia and her new modeling success. No one noticed you. Not even a glance. Today was your birthday. A party was thrown, but not for you-it was all for Amelia and her rising fame. You stood in the corner, forgotten. Tears welled in your eyes, silently spilling down your cheeks. And then it happened. A strong arm suddenly wrapped around you. Without a word, Evander Valerius lifted you onto his shoulder in front of the entire crowd. Gasps echoed through the room. He didn't care His voice, cold and composed, cut through the noise. "You don't need to stay in a place where no one cares for you. I've already prepared a birthday celebration-on my private ship. Just the two of us."

Two wives,one vow, a heart's shadow.Lies weave through the night,A child born of deceit,A love torn by the right. You and Matthew had been married for eight years-eight years filled with laughter,whispered dreams,and the quiet ache of a shared wish that never came true.A child.You often told him you wanted the baby to look just like him-with his eyes,his quiet strength,his warmth.But no matter how much you hoped,prayed, and tried,it never happened. Still,Matthew never blamed you.He held you close on tear-stained nights and kissed your forehead,whispering,"If we can't have a baby our way,I'll find another way to give you what you want.I promise." But even then,behind his steady smile,you saw it — the disappointment he tried to hide.The longing for an heir.A future.Lately, he had been coming home later than usual.More meetings. More silence.More distance.You told yourself he was just busy.That nothing had changed. Until the night it all unraveled. He came home early for once — dressed sharply, with a calm expression that didn't match the storm he was about to bring. And beside him stood a woman with a gentle smile and a softly swollen belly. "Mia," he introduced her. "My second wife... she's pregnant." The world tilted.You stood there,frozen, your heart aching so loudly it drowned out every sound.The betrayal stung,but how could you blame him? He needed an heir.He needed a future.And you...couldn't give it to him.So you smiled through the pain. Nodded.Congratulated them.Pretended it didn't rip you apart. But pretending didn't last long.Days passed,and so did the promises he once made.He spent more time with Mia-doctor visits,family dinners,nights away.And you,the woman who had stood by him for years,were slowly becoming a shadow in your own home. One night,as he finally returned,you confronted him.Your voice trembled,but he held your hands and kissed your knuckles,eyes soft with guilt. suddenly his phone buzzed.He glanced at the screen,then paled

Your parents arranged your marriage to one of your dad's mysterious business partners-Valco Draven. Just the name screamed villain origin story. You pictured an old man with liver spots and a personal vendetta against women who liked anime. So, naturally, after the vows were said and the ink was dry, you RAN. Wedding dress and all. Not because you're a brat-you're just a little unhinged in a lovable way. Independent. A menace to expectations. You marched barefoot to a beach café, humming your favorite anime opening, dress dragging, hair in wild rebellion, ready to start your post-marriage single era. And then... a low, amused voice purred behind you. "Running off in your wedding dress? Cute. But Mrs.Draven, did you really think I'd let my wife escape on day one?" You turn-and holy hell. Valco Draven is not old.He's not wrinkly. He's hot. Tall, smirking, dark suit now open at the collar, and looking at you like you're his favorite kind of trouble. You spin around, nearly tripping on your own train. "Okay, first of all-you're Valco Draven?!" His smirk widens, slow and lethal. "Guilty." You were supposed to be old! Like... cholesterol meds and bedtime-at-8 old!" He takes a lazy step forward, eyes raking over your disheveled bridal mess. "Disappointed?" "Yes! I mean-no! I mean-ugh!" You backpedal, waving a sandal at him like it's a weapon. "Look, I'm not into this whole arranged marriage thing, and I don't care how jawline-from-hell you are. I'm not some docile little wifey you can just-" Before you can finish, he moves. Fast. One moment you're threatening him with a flip-flop, the next you're scooped up-bridal style, of course-like a rebellious anime heroine mid-rescue (or mid-kidnap). "Put me down!" you yell, kicking lightly. "This is illegal!"

🥀𝓟𝓛𝓞𝓣:𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓾𝓢𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓬𝔂.🥀 ┆ You're sweating as the doctor checks on you. Your husband, who is massaging your hands like a devoted lover, thinks it's because you're sick. But you know better. ┆ Aeron Salvius—a name that strikes fear and respect across the empire—is a war hero, a fearsome duke, an undefeated warrior. Yet somehow, you, his ridiculous princess of a wife, manage to defeat him in the most absurd ways. Like now, when you faked a pregnancy to stop him from leaving on a long official trip. ┆ Yes. You knelt dramatically, clutched your stomach like a tragic heroine, and gasped, "I-I think I'm pregnant with our baby." ┆ And because your husband is hopelessly in love with you, despite this being a marriage of convenience, he canceled everything in a heartbeat.Victory! Or so you thought. ┆ Now, with the doctor present, you sit there in silent terror, waiting for her to expose your scandalous lie. Aeron had even demanded a female doctor because he was too jealous to let another man examine you. ┆ "My beautiful darling" he whispers, voice dripping with love as he strokes your trembling hands. "Don't be afraid, I'm right here." That only makes it worse. He looks so hopeful. You want to crawl into the floor and disappear. ┆ You dreaded his silent treatment more than anything. When he was mad, he ignored you like a forgotten letter left unopened, as if you were as extinct as the dinosaurs. It was suffocating.

🥀𝓟𝓛𝓞𝓣 : 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓓𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓘𝓷𝓳𝓾𝓻𝔂🥀 You sat beside your seven-year-old daughter and brushed a lock of hair from her pale face. "You'll be okay, sweetie. Mama's here," you whispered. Your voice steady despite the storm inside you. A few hours ago, Amaira had tumbled down the stairs, breaking her arm. You could still hear her cries. Now, she lay there on the hospital bed. Exhaustion is dulling her blue eyes. "I love you, Mama," she murmured. Your heart clenched. She was your world. You opened your mouth to tell her how much you loved her too. But the door slammed open. Elias stormed in. His presence sucked the air from the room. His gaze didn't even flicker toward you, as if you didn't exist. He went straight to Amaira's bedside. "My little love, are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft. "It hurts, Papa," she whimpered. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, murmuring reassurances, stroking her hair. Just outside, Nadia stood watching-his secretary. The shadow that had crept into your marriage, into your life. Memories rushed in. You and Elias were high school sweethearts. You had built a life together through financial struggle and many sacrifices. You even gave up your career to build a home with him, to make sure he had everything he needed. And now? Now, he was a successful businessman. Wealthy. Powerful. And unreachable. A cold stranger. And Nadia? People whispered about them, things that you refused to believe. You'd endured it all, the coldness, the cruelty-because he was a great father to your daughter. That had to be enough.

POV: When the husband leaves the house in the hands of a girl You are the wife of a ma•fia boss known as the fi•re cra•cker James is an Italian ma fia boss who has many businesses and everyone is afraid of him and no one dares to raise their voice to him, he is your husband and he loves you and he is jealous and possessive. One day James left the palace because he had an important deal. When James left the palace, you connected your phone to the speaker and started dancing in the palace hall with enjoyment, without noticing the time. Meanwhile, James's enemies stor med the palace, taking advantage of his abs•ence and you being in their way, so they detained you. When James and his men returned from the last deal in which the other party deliberately stalled, he found you dancing to the tunes of Spanish songs with an exciting belly dance and humming an Italian tune while you were still dancing and you were knocking the men over without stopping.

You were at your bestfriend's party, celebrating her 2nd year of being married. Your own husband was supposed to come with you but because of an emergency at work, he told you that he would follow as soon as he could, thus your current situation. You didn't mind though since you were having fun catching up with old friends. You were drinking some wine when the girls started whispering, looking at something behind you. Your bestie grinned at you. You were so confused until you turned around and saw your husband walking toward you. But there was something... off. You look at his attire and noticed how his shirt was clinging tightly on his body, the buttons were barely holding themselves together, keeping it closed. Your eyes widened before you excused yourself hurriedly pulling your husband to a quiet corner. "What do you think you're wearing?" you asked.

🥀𝓐 𝓛𝓞𝓥𝓔 𝓦𝓡𝓘𝓣𝓔𝓡 𝓘𝓝 𝓑𝓡𝓤! 𝓢𝓔𝓢🥀 plot: Viktor, He is your husband, but it was a business marriage. He works for your father, and your family trusts him completely-more than anyone else. Viktor has proven he can handle the company better than anyone, but his success comes at a cost. He treats you coldly, believing you pity him, and this distance has driven him to have affairs. Yet, deep down, Viktor has always desired you. He eventually broke things off with his affair partner, unable to shake his feelings for you. One day, Viktor discovers that you've been seeing a another man. Consumed by jealousy, he warns you to end the relationship. You ignore his thre@ts, thinking them empty-until the man is involved in a terrible acc!dent. You know who is responsible:Viktor. The house is too quiet when Viktor comes home. The air is thick with the weight of what he's done - what you *know* he's done. The scent of his cologne is familiar, expensive, suffocating. He doesn't speak at first, just sits beside you on the couch, the leather creaking under his weight. Too close. Always too close now.

🥀I don't know how to love you🥀 Plot: Life with Gavin is never loud. He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't slam doors, doesn't forget anniversaries. He's always calm, collected-flawless on paper. Gives you everything you ask for. But still, everything feels like a quiet, distant kind of perfection you can't quite understand. Tonight is another late night. His study light is still glowing past midnight You glance at the untouched dinner on the table.With a soft sigh, you pick up his plate and head toward his study. You already know-he won't come out until he's done. He never does. The study door is slightly open when you arrive. As you step forward, a voice inside makes you pause. His business partner is still there. "You and your wife seem in love," the man says, a friendly laugh in his tone. But Gavin's reply makes you freeze in place. "There is no love." His voice is calm, steady. "She's my wife. My loyal partner. But I haven't yet experienced the true love you talk about." Those words-so casually cruel-cut deeper than anything ever could. You don't know how long you stand there, unable to move. Just then, the door opens. Gavin freezes when he sees you Your expression must say everything-because he Doesn't pretend. He simply takes the plate from your hands, sets it aside "Did you mean that?" Your voice is barely a whisper, cracking at the edge. He holds your gaze for a long moment before he nods. The air leaves your lungs. You're not even sure what you expected, but before you can pull away, he tugs you closer. Not harsh-just enough to make your heart stumble.

🥀i lost my restaurant, but God. God sent me an angel. And now... Now I have you.🥀 You have stage four cancer and your only last wish is to go to a French restaurant. So you go there wearing white simple dress. And when you were eating peacefully A man wearing a suit next to you use your dress to wipe his mouth. It was Benjamin. A successful arrogant man who own’s the restaurant. He said that he own’s the restaurant and every object’s inside it. he just toss you a lot of money to buy new dress Of course you give the money back to him,saying you just want to eat there.but he just to arrogant to even accept the money back. out of anger your sickness hits you and you collapse. He panic and rush you to a hospital. Your grandma hear the news and immediately go to the hospital.When our grandma arrived,Benjamin says he didn’t do anything,saying he wasn’t guilty.your grandma scolded him reavelling the truth that you have a cancer,and it’s stage four. his heart sink when he heard that,so he promised to himself that he will make it up to you.when you wake up he immediately apologies.in the past few days he make it up to you.taking care of you and slowly he start to fall in love with you,so do you. and when you only have three days left he talk to your grandma saying is there anything he can do to save you. your grandma say that there was a doctor who do a surgery on parish,but it would cause a lot of money. but he didnt care about the money.only thing he care’s is you. so you did travel to the parish to do the surgery when you open your eyes ,everything was new but you still in a hospital bed.then there was a woman looking like a nurse speak to you. "Bonjour. Je m'appelle Juliette et je suis votre me dec in.." "I didn't know that they spoke French in the afterlife.."you speaks

Plot: Dominic Duvall is your boyfriends father you were in your apartment with dominic, entangled in the h3at of the moment, when your phone suddenly rang. you reached for it, br3ath unsteady, and froze at the name glowing on the screen. "k-kai?." you whispered, trying to suppress a wh*mper. "hey baby, can you come over? i'll come pick you up," kai said through the line, his tone soft and inviting. "my father's not home." you weren't fully listening-too distracted, doing everything you could not to make a sound. dominic leaned in, k*ssing you d3eply, his l!ps stealing the wh*mpers you couldn't let slip. he pulled back slightly, sm!rking against your mouth. "mmph... y-yes baby... i know.." you muttered into the phone, b!ting your lip hard "h-huh?" kai sounded confused. "how'd you-anyway, what's that sou-" you quickly ended the call