"I hope you're ready to share the crown with me, Mr. Choi." Y/n met his gaze, a subtle smile playing on her lips. Seungcheol's gaze held hers with a heated intensity. "I'm more than ready. The real question is if you can handle all that I'm bringing to the table." Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at how this conversation had veered into a more intriguing direction. "Bring it on, Mr. Choi." - Y/n, a brilliant and strategic CEO, faces the imminent collapse of her empire following her father's death. To salvage the business, she makes a bold move: marrying thirteen mafia bosses. Though they have no need for her, she skillfully manipulates them, securing their alliance and stabilizing her crumbling empire. As the marriage progresses, the business steadies, but tensions run high in their personal lives. Betrayal and hurt become constant companions, creating a tumultuous environment. Amidst the chaos, they must navigate their complex relationships and confront their feelings. Can they overcome the turmoil and discover a profound, unexpected love with their contractual wife, or will their differences tear them apart forever? Warning ⚠️ : mature content, mentions of sexual intercourse, violence, blood, false language. Do not read if you're uncomfortable! Top ranks: #1 dokyeom #13 seventeen #1 seventeenfanfics

Falling for him was as dangerous as the races he ruled. "Wonwoo hummed thoughtfully. 'You're quite young. Be cautious around men from Seoul. They have a way of deceiving,' he cautioned, his gaze lingering on her for a moment as the car came to a stop at a red light. 'And what about you?' she asked bluntly, regretting her words almost immediately after they left her lips. Wonwoo glanced at her, his expression unreadable for a moment before a light chuckle escaped his lips. The sound was low and melodic, mixing with the soft hum of the engine. He licked his lips, a subtle gesture that drew Yuna's attention. 'Me?' he repeated, his voice smooth. 'I don't mess with good girls,' he replied casually, his gaze meeting hers briefly before returning to the road ahead." His life was a race, and she was just another prize to claim.

For every step she took toward freedom, he held the chain just a little tighter. "Without hesitation, his other hand slipped inside her shirt, a single finger pressing against her lower stomach, causing her to gasp in surprise, catching her off guard. 'You're not particularly obedient, are you?' he inquired, his face drawing even closer to hers. 'Imagine my finger as a gun, pressing against your delicate skin. Would you want me to pull the trigger?' he continued, her heart racing as she feared he might hear its rapid beat. Caught off guard, she found herself unable to utter a word. His intense, dark eyes left her on the verge of tears. Every aspect of him felt overwhelmingly intense. Pressing his finger a little harder into her skin, she took a deep breath, sensing him already aware of it. 'What happened? I thought you said you speak as you please,' he mocked her. 'Don't touch me,' she finally mustered the courage to speak. Instead of releasing her, he pressed even harder, causing her to hold her breath. 'You're scared. Scared of me. And yet, you have the audacity to speak back. Weren't you taught to stay silent when someone tells you to?' he tilted his head, relishing the conflict between the fear evident in her face and the defiance in her words. 'And who are you to silence me?' she spat back, refusing to back down. In that moment, he pressed his finger even harder against her skin, eliciting a slight hiss from her at the increased pressure. 'You'll find out soon. Better start praying,' he hissed, his voice low but laced with danger. 'Don't even think about messing with my anger-I'll fucking ruin you. So keep your pretty mouth shut and listen if you know what's good for you.' 'Or else,' he mumbled, his nose almost touching hers, feeling her hold her breath. 'Bang,' he continued, mimicking a gunshot with his finger on her skin, causing her to flinch slightly." ⚠️

"I never expected to find my heart's greatest mystery in the eyes of a stranger accused of a crime she didn't commit."

a boy and a girl are best friends and secretly love each other but at the wrong time... queenmeiqi ;; completed + unedited note: based on love, rosie

'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.' Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be. In a world where money mattered a lot, she wanted someone who looked beyond that. Someone who understood her beyond that. Someone who would cross the blinding glares of the sun to reach her at midnight. That's when he came. He was her Daylight. She was his Midnight. 'He was sunshine, I was midnight rain.' "Fallen and broken things still have the power to heal, if you keep hope and faith in them, Miyeon." By shiru_kx ♡ #1 Joshua [22.12.24] #1 Svt [22.12.24] #1 Jun [03.07.25] #2 Vernon [23.10.2024] #2 Seungkwan [05.07.2025] #2 Mingyu [17.09.2025] #6 Seventeenff [19.07.2025] #8 kpopfanfic [16.05.2025] #8 Seungcheol [13.10.2024] #9 yoonjeonghan [20.06.2025] #10 Leechan [27.03.2025] #11 Seventeen [09.04.2025] #12 Seokmin [23.07.2025] #18 Minghao [10.10.2025] #27 humor [23.07.2025] #69 Sad [23.07.2025] (out of 346k)

He was built to hurt, and she was made to break. The room still trembled with the aftermath of his words, the silence after them more violent than the shouting had ever been. Arin stood by the window, arms wrapped tight around her like armor, though nothing could shield her from the way his voice had sliced through her. "Don't bring Yejin into this, Arin." Detached. Like she didn't matter. Like she was collateral in a war she didn't start. It was always Yejin. It had always bemen Yejin. The truth sat heavy in her chest, choking. She whispered it aloud, a confession to no one. "But it was never not about her, was it?" He didn't look back when he walked away. His retreat was slow, final. And as the door shut behind him, Arin realized she wasn't standing in a room anymore. She was standing in wreckage. cover by:- @misanaato

"She's perfect," "I want her." His voice was calm, quiet. A fact, not a wish. _ "When I said I wanted her..." He spoke so quietly they had to lean in to hear. "I meant her. All of her. Not just the name. Not just the money. Every. Fucking. Piece." _ "I'm going to have her so deep she won't remember who she was before me," he said, voice low, almost a growl. "Her father thinks he's playing me. He's not. I'm playing all of them. And when she realizes it - it'll be too late. She'll beg me to ruin her. And I will."

"You're my person, my favourite person" - He had it all. Wealth, power, and a future already carved out for him as an heir. But on campus, no one knew. To the world, he was just the quiet, bookish loner who talks only to his best friend. He didn't need love, didn't want distractions, he'd rather prove himself through hard work, not romance. Her, on the other hand, had never hidden who she was. Brilliant, beautiful, and effortlessly confident, she was the heiress everyone notices, except for the one boy she had secretly admired since high school, Him. When a bet forced him to confront everything he thought he knew about her, he discovered she was nothing like the spoiled, shallow girl he imagined. she was a challenge. unexpected. And worst of all...she was everything he swore he would never need. But falling for her meant revealing the secret he's been guarding all his life. And once the truth comes out, would she see the man who loved her... or the heir who lied to her?

[ENG] Yeng's life was quiet, peaceful, and a far cry from the chaotic past she tried to escape. But everything changes when Junhui, a dangerous man with a tortured soul, reappears in her life-his obsession with her undeniable twisted love. As Jun's dark past and unrelenting grip close in, Yeng is forced into a deadly game of survival, where every lie, every act of defiance, brings them closer to the edge. In a world where love turns lethal, and every breath feels suffocating, one thing is certain, "If I can't have you, no one will."