In the glittering capital of Caelhurst, where marble colonnades catch the morning mist and gaslight wars with shadow in cobblestone alleys, the Ton moves through its paces like a gilded clockwork.. balls, soirées, parliamentary sessions, and whispered assignations. But beneath the Empire-waist gowns and powdered wigs, Caelhurst festers. The slave trade from Siamora thrives in its wharves. Human flesh is brokered in drawing rooms. Laudanum flows like wine through the veins of the aristocracy. And murder wears a smile. Lord Kim Jisoo, the reluctant Duke of Yeonshire, inherited a dukedom soaked in secrets: his brother's "hunting accident" that was no accident, his father's laudanum-maddened raving. The dukedom passed to him after his brother Jimin died, and with it, he inherited an arranged betrothal to a woman he has only seen twice, a union forged not in affection but in duty. But Caelhurst has not finished with him. By night, a figure moves through the Gentleman's Club and the darker quarters of Seoryn Crescent, a slight, scholarly young man named Mr. Rosen, whose pen scratches ledgers by lamplight and whose eyes miss nothing. Mr. Rosen is the disguise of a lady hunting for the truth of her mother's murder. Her disguise is flawless, her resolve absolute, and her path is about to collide with a duke who has forgotten how to feel. What neither knows: the threads they pull lead to the same center. ** This is a fanfiction Chaesoo story Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The depictions of Regency-era society, medical practices, and social structures are adapted for dramatic purposes and should not be considered historically accurate. ** Copyright Notice No part of this work may be reproduced, adapted, translated, distributed, or republished without written permission. Thank you and Happy Reading 🌸❤️🫰🏻✌🏻❤️🌸

Rosie Park, corporate lawyer, chaebol heir, professional overachiever, has a problem. At thirty, she's "expiring" in the eyes of her parents elite circle. The blind dates. The "suitable" sons of her father's golf buddies. The architects who want to explain parking garages to her. Her solution? A trophy husband. Fake. Temporary. Contractually obligated to be charming and emotionally unavailable. What she gets? Kim Jisoo. Thirty-two. Freelance artist. Professional chaos demon. The kind of man who restores vintage coffee machines, owned a dog named Bondalgom, and makes her billionaire father laugh at a charity gala. He's supposed to be a shield. He becomes her undoing. She wanted a trophy. She found a revolution. Sometimes the best contracts are the ones you break. ** This is a Fanfiction - Chaesoo Story Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Any names shared with public figures are used fictitiously; all characters, portrayals, and events are products of the author's imagination and do not reflect real persons or occurrences. Copyright Notice No part of this work may be reproduced, adapted, translated, distributed, or republished without written permission. Thank you and Happy Reading 🌸🫶🏻

Inspired by ZAYN x JISOO's EYES CLOSED, this is a SHORT story of Veronica Hartley. She is a sarcastic, stubborn writer whose life is all rejection emails and constant whining from her mom until she meets a mysterious musician on a rooftop. Explore Heart- felt romance and nice vibes

jisoo was loving life; she had an amazing boyfriend and soon-to-be fiancé, and nothing could be better. She was overjoyed to start a new life with him, marriage and children couldn't have sounded better! oh, but the new café across from her flower shop only had her hooked on the taste of coffee and cherries, especially when it came from a certain someone's lips.