"i hope he atleast reads my mails, that's the only way I can reach him" ➳𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒖𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓.... ➳ 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 status: completed n.riki

➳ Escaping a suffocating past, Hyemi finds herself in an unfamiliar countryside, married to Jungwon, a distant man with eyes full of grief and a heart walled off by silence. What begins as a quiet arrangement slowly shifts as Hyemi starts to feel something stir between stolen glances and unspoken comforts. But beneath the calm lies a tangled web of secrets, his and hers. As haunting memories return and hidden truths start to unravel, Hyemi must face not only the demons she ran from but those still lurking close. In a house full of eyes, whispers, and buried pain, love might be her only anchor... or her deepest undoing. 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: Slow burn | Strangers to lovers | Arrange marriage | Mystery | Hidden pasts | Found family | Emotional healing | Trauma recovery | Family drama 𝑻𝒘: mentions of trauma, abuse, manipulation, death, trafficking 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔: completed y.jw

𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞; 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴; 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 romance, drama, comedy ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "'We shouldn't be doing this,' he said, his breath ragged as he pressed his lips to hers, the heat of the moment igniting something primal within him. 'We really shouldn't,' she replied, her voice a mix of hesitation and desire, but her actions betrayed her words. Her hands explored the contours of his body, feeling the tension in his muscles, before sliding up to his neck and tangling in his silky hair. Jungwon's lips traveled down her jawline, leaving a trail of fiery kisses. 'But I really don't want to stop,' he whispered against her skin, his voice filled with a desperate longing. He kissed her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her, as they both surrendered to the forbidden passion between them." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ yang jungwon x oc forbidden teacher-student relationship longer summary inside highest rankings: #1 nishimurariki #1 yangjungwon #1 enhypenfanfic #2 enhypen #5 jake @enhaheart ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

The girl who was always there-patient, unnoticed, and never enough to catch his eyes. And him-the one who laughed at her silence, who never once looked back. Until graduation came, when the crowd faded, and she was the only one he couldn't forget. Until one day... they meet again. But this time, he's the powerful CEO-and she's no longer the girl who once chased after him.

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Iseul returns to take revenge on her ex-husband, Sunghoon, by making him fall for her again-only to shatter his heart in the process. But as revenge blurs with old feelings, will she choose vengeance or love? 」 ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ But before she could fully embrace the bittersweet memory, the sound of footsteps broke the stillness. Sunghoon's voice-sharp, almost venomous-cut through the night air. "Iseul," he said, his tone dark with something she couldn't quite place, but the way it lingered in the air made her spine stiffen. She turned to face him, a quiet shock on her face as he approached, his steps deliberate, purposeful. His eyes, once familiar, were now cold, distant, like someone who had been buried too long under layers of resentment. He shook his head slowly, almost as if disappointed, and his words hit her like a blow to the chest. "I know what you're doing. The dress, the perfume, the act. I'm not the naive Sunghoon you used to know." Her heart skipped, the subtle warmth she had felt earlier quickly turning to ice. She felt exposed, laid bare. His gaze was relentless, and his words-sharp, barbed-dug into the soft places she thought she had hidden so carefully. "Sunghoon," she whispered, but he wasn't done. He let out a bitter laugh, devoid of humor, and the sound felt wrong. It wasn't the kind of laugh she remembered, the one that filled the air with lightness. This one was a rasp, full of contempt. "I know exactly why you're here," he said, his voice thick with disdain. "It's because I own all of this now."

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Liliana swore off F1 drivers after a situationship gone wrong-until Ni-ki, the coldest racer on the grid, offers her a fake relationship she should have said no to.」 ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ Lily sighed, the sound heavy. She turned her head slightly to meet his gaze, her voice barely a whisper. "What the heck are we doing? "You tell me," he said, his voice now a low, dangerous murmur, like a blade wrapped in velvet. The words cut, precise and cold. "You're the one who keeps insisting this is casual." "Because it is casual. We made a deal. That's precisely what this is." "Right," he scoffed, the sound a sharp, brittle shard of irony. "A deal. With carefully managed timelines and choreographed fake flirting and matching outfits and-whatever this is." He gestured vaguely at the small, white flower still tucked innocently behind her ear, its delicate petals stark against her dark hair. "You're the one who initiated this, Ni-ki. You wanted this." "Yeah, well, maybe I didn't think it would feel so-" He stopped himself abruptly, jaw clenching, his gaze darting away as if the very words he was about to speak were a betrayal. "Forget it." "No, say it," she challenged, the words slipping out, propelled by a dangerous curiosity before she could even register them. "You want me to spell it out, Liliana?" he asked, looking back at her now, his head shaking slowly, a profound, aching regret etched into his sharp features. "We were supposed to fake-date to distract the media and make some exes jealous. Not end up sneaking into each other's heads at night." "You think I wanted that? You think I asked for this?" "You shouldn't," he snapped, rising to his feet as well, his proximity suddenly stifling, overwhelming. "Not if it's casual, remember?" "Maybe you're right," she said quietly. She brushed past him, the contact brief, electric, yet she kept m

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Hana, a doctor who saves lives, is forced into the arms of Heeseung, a merciless mafia hitman who takes them. When their worlds collide, blood and fate intertwine. Yet fate is cruel, and now she stands in front of him-a beauty in the hands of a beast, a healer trapped with a killer. 」 ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ "Do you want to live?" His voice was almost a whisper now, dangerous, loaded with the weight of the question. Hana's throat felt tight, every word a struggle to force out. "I... I do..." she breathed, the words barely escaping her lips. The cold metal against her skin was the only thing she could focus on, and it was the only thing that was keeping her from losing herself completely. But she didn't give in. Not yet. Heeseung didn't move for a long time, his eyes never leaving her face. He didn't lower the gun, but his hand didn't shake, his resolve unwavering. "If you want to live," he murmured, his voice low and almost distant, "then you'll have to prove it to me, doctor." Her pulse raced, but she nodded, her gaze steady. "I'll do whatever it takes." Then, without warning, he moved toward her. His voice, low and velvety, broke the silence, his words cutting through the tension like a blade. "Then marry me."