Lalisa Manobal nunca imaginou que sua vida mudaria tão drasticamente aos 17 anos. Deixando para trás sua amada Tailândia, ela se muda para Seoul com seus pais e o fiel cachorro para começar uma nova vida. Em meio a uma escola de elite, olhares curiosos e desafios com o idioma, Lisa encontra em Kim Jisoo uma amizade sincera e repentina. Quando as coisas pareciam se encaixar, ela conhece Jennie Kim, a irmã mais velha de Jisoo. Com um olhar charmoso e uma aura misteriosa, Jennie desperta em Lisa sentimentos desconhecidos, tornando sua adaptação na Coreia ainda mais intensa. Entre partidas de futebol, corridas de rua, descobertas sobre si mesma e a aproximação inesperada com Jennie, Lisa percebe que essa mudança talvez tenha sido a melhor coisa da sua vida.

Para Lisa, esse "convite" para a casa de verão da poderosa família Kim é uma cilada óbvia. Ela só está lá porque sua irmã, Rosé, tem um caso sério com a irmã mais nova dos Kim, Jisoo, e foi com cara de cachorro abandonado. O pesadelo se concretiza quando ela descobre que a irmã mais velha da anfitriã é Jennie Kim. A mesma garota cuja existência no ensino médio foi o projeto favorito de Lisa para tornar miserável. Agora, porém, a dinâmica está invertida: a nerd insegura se transformou em uma deusa do Direito, confiante e elegantemente inalcançável, que carrega o passado como um acessório de grife discreto - e mortalmente cortante. Presas num cubo de vidro luxuoso à beira-mar, Lisa, com seu sarcasmo afiado como mecanismo de defesa, é forçada a enfrentar a mulher que ela ajudou a criar. A tensão é tão espessa que dá para cortar com uma faca de churrasco. Mas, entre noites na varanda tomadas por silêncios eloquentes e dias de sol onde o desconforto é mais forte que o protetor solar, algo estranho acontece: as armaduras racham. Lisa, descobre que carrega uma culpa que não some com piadas ácidas. Jennie, a bem-sucedida, revela uma força que nasceu justamente daquela dor. E, no meio desse campo minado emocional, surge um segredo enterrado nos corredores da escola: alguém já gostava de alguém. O "bullying" teria sido uma paquera tão desastrada que só podia acabar em tragédia cômica? Ou foi um sentimento não correspondido que virou veneno? Enquanto Lisa tenta descobrir como se desculpar sem parecer fraca, Jennie decide se o orgulho vale mais que a paz, elas percebem que a verdadeira história do passado pode ser a única chave para um futuro que nenhuma das duas esperava. - +18

"Take responsibility for your actions, Manobal." Nearly slamming her head on the wall tripping on her knees, she scratched the back of her neck nervously. "How?" As if she asked the stupidest question on this planet or if she walked out of an unpolluted location Jennie Kim raised an eyebrow that one look was enough for Lisa to get the cue. How dare you, Manobal, question me. Don't you know who I am? You're fired! Jump off my building! Don't show me your face ever again! Lisa could practically hear those words echoing in her mind. She shook her head, trying to banish the mental tirade, and cleared her throat with a timid smile. "I mean, it- it was just ...a hug. Nothing happe-" She paused as Jennie Kim's lips curled. " Pathetic excuse, disappointing isn't it, must be good for liars. " Swallowing back the questions Lisa had to blink twice to confirm her eyes weren't mistaken because the simple curl of Jennie Kim's lips twisted upward into a smile. Bad. Jennie Kim doesn't do smile. The grin spread wider. Her heart sped louder. This is so freaking bad. "Ma'am I-" "Put a ring on your actions." A what? Alas, Lisa looked at the grand glass windows. Just tell me to jump off already, woman. The grim is also waiting to take her soul today surely. _____ Lisa always has an incredible ability to be in the worst situations at the wrong time only to meet the wrong person. In her 24-year life, she has ambitions, responsibility, a family to be happy with. But maybe a lover to knot with, to watch the spiciest movies, to hold hands in secrecy still pretending to be strangers to hide she seeks. And her fate seals her wishes cause again Lalisa Manobal got into the worst situation. At the wrong time. She unwantedly found the wrong person or maybe it was always the right one. Still, somehow, even with all the layers the woman who is her boss, AKA also her legal wife, would wear, the moment when Jennie Kim's arms wrapped around. Lisa knew she was screwed up for a long time.

Six years ago, Jennie Kim had a one-night stand with a stranger under neon lights. She never learned her name. Only her face. Now she owns a small flower shop and raises her bloomed flower, peacefully, quietly, safely. Until fate drags her into a grand corporate event. The chandeliers glow. The crowd applauds. And the newly appointed President of Manoban Enterprises steps onto the stage. Lisa Manoban. Powerful. Untouchable. And the woman Jennie never forgot. Lisa never saw her. A big obstacle was between them, and Jennie decided to keep it a secret. But. Some secrets don't stay buried. Some love stories bloom. And this one began with a single, unforgettable night.

Lisa Manoban and Jennie Kim were inseparable since preschool - the kind of friendship that felt like forever. But forever was tested when Lisa returned to Thailand for college, leaving Jennie in South Korea to chase her dream of becoming a superstar. Years later, fate intertwines them again: Lisa, now a powerful CEO, and Jennie, a world-renowned idol, meet unexpectedly in Los Angeles - a night that changes everything. They part ways again, carrying a secret that will follow them back to Seoul. Between fame, expectations, and old feelings, Lisa and Jennie must decide if childhood promises can survive adult realities.

For years, Jennie Kim has carried a quiet hostility toward Lalisa Manoban, one she never explains and Lisa never fully understands. To the world, they are successful CEOs moving in the same elite circles. To Jennie, Lisa represents a standard she has not reached yet. To Lisa, Jennie is complicated. Sharp, frustrating, and undeniably brilliant. A pain in the ass more often than not, but never someone she truly hates. So Lisa plays along, meets Jennie's sharp edges with her own, and lets the rivalry exist without ever fully believing in it. When circumstances force them closer, Lisa begins to look beyond the constant tension and carefully chosen words, noticing the cracks in Jennie's defenses. What starts as reluctant proximity turns into quiet support, late conversations, and a growing awareness that their shared past holds more than bitterness. It holds hurt, fear, and feelings neither of them ever allowed themselves to name. As Lisa helps Jennie confront the problem she has been running from, both of them are pushed to face the truth behind their so-called hostility and the pull that has been there all along. Because sometimes the most hostile takeover is not of a company. It is of a heart that never learned how to let go. DISCLAIMER (PLEASE READ): This story contains g!p content. Please do not read if this is not something you are comfortable with. All characters, events, and situations depicted in this work are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real individuals, living or deceased, is purely coincidental. The views, actions, and beliefs expressed by characters in this story do not reflect those of the author. The author does not endorse or condone any behaviors or actions depicted in this work. This is a work of fiction.

A woman's secrets-and a past that's about to come out of hiding. BOOK 1-5

(Parte 2 de Até a Morte) Eu morri. Pelo menos foi isso que todos acreditaram. Minha ausência virou luto, minha memória virou silêncio, e minha história foi contada por bocas que nunca souberam a verdade. Enquanto eles seguiram em frente - amaram, construíram, mentiram para si mesmos - eu aprendi a respirar nas sombras. Eu sabia que estava sendo envenenada. Sabia que alguém próximo queria me apagar devagar, só não sabia quem, até o dia da minha morte. No dia em que fechei os olhos, deixei que pensasse que tinha vencido. Às vezes, morrer é a única forma de continuar viva. Assisti de longe à vida que deveria ter sido minha. Minhas filhas cresceram. Minha esposa aprendeu a amar outra com perfeição. E aquela que riu do meu último suspiro... essa carrega um segredo que ainda pesa mais do que imagina. Porque agora eu voltei. Não por vingança - isso seria simples demais. Só quero minha reivindicação. Quero o que ela me roubou. Eu não atravessei a morte para conversar. Eu voltei para terminar o que começou na alegria e na tristeza.

In a cabin where the sun is a death sentence, Jennie is the masterpiece Lisa was never supposed to find.

Jennie Kim, 29, is a woman shaped by perfection and purpose. She dreams of becoming a cardiothoracic surgeon, not for reputation, but to save the kind of life she once almost lost, her own. Disciplined, brilliant, and intimidating without trying, Jennie moves through the world with the quiet strength of someone who rebuilt herself from a childhood tragedy. Lisa Manoban, 28, once promised her lost twin that they would become neurosurgeons together. But now, pursuing that dream feels heavier every year. Her parents push her to continue, even when the path feels lonely without the other half who should've walked it with her. So Lisa escapes, through parties, alcohol, and girls, trying to fill a silence only she can hear. Bound by family legacy, tangled by a long history, and connected by a thread neither wants to name, Jennie and Lisa move through medical school like two heartbeats sharing the same rhythm, one steady and controlled, the other chaotic and breaking. Yet in the end, scalpels don't bind them. Fate does.