Driven by a desire to create a "bubble of happiness" in an often-gray world, North decided there was no better way to manufacture joy than through the magic of a wedding. He poured that passion into launching his own agency, quickly becoming the architect behind dozens of "happily ever afters." However, his professional composure was put to the ultimate test the day his newest client walked through the door: Johan, the man who had occupied North's daydreams for years. Now, North finds himself in the bittersweet position of planning the perfect day for his crush, knowing he's the one holding the clipboard, while someone else will be holding Johan's hand.

Two kingdoms. One arranged marriage. A forgotten promise and a prince forced from home into a world of stone, silk, and shadow. Bound by duty, tested by expectation, and trapped in a court where every glance and every word carries weight, he must navigate the unknown. Nothing is certain-except that everything was about to change.

North Natchanan is a razor-sharp lawyer with a mouth that never quits and a heart locked behind iron walls. He doesn't do messy, he doesn't do clingy-and he definitely doesn't do cops. But a drunken night, a locked stare, and one unforgettable mistake later, he's waking up tangled in the sheets with Johan, a possessive, unrelenting officer who's been watching him longer than North ever realized. Johan was already intrigued-dangerously so. But after that night? He's obsessed. Now, North's sarcasm and cool detachment only fuel Johan's need to claim him, protect him, own him. But North isn't about to fall in line just because a cop with a badge and bedroom eyes decides he wants more. In this twisted game of power, tension, and desire-who's really in control? A battle of wills, obsession, and slow-burning surrender begins.

Johan held his gaze, his own dark eyes burning with a possessive fire. "Now you don't," he muttered, his voice low and dark, final. He pushed the gun deeper into North's mouth, forcing North to accommodate the invasive metal. A choked, guttural sound escaped North's throat as he fought the reflex to vomit. He was utterly violated, completely at this man's mercy. ________ In a mansion blazing like a gilded cage against the night, the Theerawong family is suffocating. Easter, the eldest son, sits in silent resignation, being prepared for a forced marriage to a ruthless kingpin, Hill Khonkaen. His brother, North, burns with a helpless rage, desperate to save him but powerless against the encroaching darkness. As the ceremony begins below, North hides in his room, watching the macabre spectacle from his window. But a pair of dark, perceptive eyes finds him in the shadows. Johan, a cold and calculating mafia and an associate of the groom, locks onto the frightened boy with a predator's interest. In that single glance, a new, more personal threat is born, and North realizes that while his brother is the sacrifice, he may be the prize.

The heavy door clicked shut, the sound echoing in the sudden silence of the grand room. North was gone. Johan stood frozen, the harsh words still ringing in his ears, a cruel symphony of rejection. "I never wanted this marriage... I will never love you... My heart belongs to someone else... to me, you're nothing." Each phrase was a fresh stab, twisting in the wound of his already aching heart. He'd known, deep down. He'd seen the way North's eyes never quite met his, the subtle flinches, the distant politeness that felt colder than outright hostility. But to hear it articulated so starkly, so brutally, stripped away any lingering illusions. This wasn't a misunderstanding or a temporary dislike. This was an absolute, unequivocal declaration of no love, no future, no hope. The lavish room, meant to be a symbol of their new life, now felt like a gilded cage. Every opulent detail, from the heavy drapes to the intricate carvings on the mantelpiece, seemed to mock his one-sided devotion. He was a husband in name, but in North's eyes, he was less than a stranger-a nothing

This is a story of forbidden love, fragile choices, and the question that haunts them both: Is it betrayal to fall for the one who feels like home?

Surviving The Matchmaking Love Draft was one thing. Living with the aftermath? A whole new level of chaos. North, Ter, Dao, and Phoon thought their struggles were over when Johan, Hill, Arthit, and Tonfah chose them-but no one warned them about the insanity of actually being the chosen ones. Now, they're drowning in designer clothes they don't know how to wear, luxury cars they're afraid to scratch, and a social calendar filled with events they can't pronounce. (What even is a Auction gala and why do they need seven different forks to eat a salad?!) Between dodging jealous socialites, surviving business meetings disguised as dates, and trying to resist the urge to flip off snobby billionaires, they begin to wonder-was being picked in the love draft really winning? Or did they just sign up for a lifetime of rich people madness? Meanwhile, heartbreak, unfinished business, and some very determined exes are lurking in the shadows, ready to stir up trouble. Because if the first rule of billionaire romance is never trust a corporate deal, the second rule is happily-ever-afters are never that simple. More money, more problems. More drama, more chaos. And somehow, still no idea how to use all those forks. Let the luxury struggles begin!