Jang Okjung, the most favored concubine of King Sukjong in 17th-century Korea, was executed by poison for treason. When she wakes up, she finds herself in the body of a 23-year-old woman Kang Yena in modern-day Korea. An ambitious and greedy woman by nature, Jang Okjung swears to become powerful once again. She attempts to seduce the elderly widow CEO of Korea's biggest company JG, but he has no interest in her. It is then that the CEO's ruthless third son, Jung Min, makes her an offer of alliance. He asks her to marry him and help him get chosen to be the heir to his father's business empire. In her former life, Kang Yena chose power over love in a heartbeat. This time, will she be able to capture both?

Emily, the only daughter of a Count who was looking for a marriage partner to inherit the title. And Kyle, the leader of the Order of the Holy Knights, who just appeared in front of Emily. "I need you and you need a decent husband." Two people who are supposed to pretend to be husband and wife during the contract. But Emily fell for Kyle during her fake marriage, Three years goes by so quickly that their contract ends. Kyle, who lost his memory in a timely manner, returns from the expedition. 'So he doesn't remember the marriage contract?' An idea that Kyle might be a little scared to know crossed Emily's mind. * * * "I think I told you before." The harsh voice gave her goosebumps. As soon as the man's solid body fell off of her for a while, her body floated into the air. And when she closed her eyes and opened up, she was lying on the bed. Before she could get up, Kyle climbed on top of her. And slowly unbuttoned his cuffs. In the meantime, his gaze did not fall from Emily. His expression seemed dull, but his eyes were burning. And the lower body that was touching her was already.... "I'm the only one who can get in and out of you." "......." "I won't let you do that again." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Not my story, only for offline purpose. Credits belong to the original author and translator.

WARNING! R-19 Not my story, for offline purposes only Summary : No! Please don't!" He moved his hand smoothly over Vivian's arm and swiftly swept her lips against his. Charmed by her tiny defiance, he slid his hand and stopped precisely under her curvy waist. "Ah... ... !" "What's wrong? You knew it would come to this as well." Though his words were intimidating, his touch was full of warmth. As if his temporary blindness was just a lie, his hands were vigorously seeking out her weaknesses and began his ruthless attack on them one after another. Vivian was unable to stop her moans under the hands of his lascivious and stimulating touches. On the very same bed that she had first climbed up to nurse his health, now it was herself that had been laid flatly to be enjoyed by him. Even though she knew that the quiver she felt in her lower abdomen was wrong, she couldn't help but to crave for his touch even more. "We are going to marry later, anyway." He smiled sweetly as he kissed Vivian. Alas, Vivian was silently crying inside. The Grand Duke wasn't aware that despite in a dream, she was never the fiancée whom he will be married to. She was merely a stranger.