When Lena, the ambitious and fiercely focused heiress meets Miu, a smart, witty, and equally chaotic force of nature. When circumstances and a very unusual contract bind them together for their own benefit, it's supposed to be no-strings-attached... but can they really keep their hearts out of the deal?"

"A debt of honor. A secret from 1974. A love that wasn't part of the plan." Lena, an orphan from the misty mountains of Chiang Mai, arrives at a Bangkok mansion with nothing but her grandmother's ashes and a centuries-old promise. Miu, the privileged "Ice Queen" of Chulalongkorn University, wants nothing to do with a "provincial" fiancée or a forced engagement. But as an academic rivalry turns into a high-stakes business partnership, a hidden diary beneath the floorboards of a stilt house reveals a shattering truth: their family's wealth was built on Lena's family's ruin. In the heart of Mae Wang, amidst the scent of rainwater and cedar, Miu and Lena must decide if they are bound by the ghosts of their grandmothers-or if they have the courage to find a love that exists Beyond the Vow.

They had a single rule: No labels. ​During college, Lorena "Lena" Schuett was the golden girl of Multimedia Arts, popular, effortless, and always watched. Miu Natsha was the quiet power in the Business department-selective, sharp, and only noticed by the "right people." Behind closed doors, they were each other's best-kept secret. In the light of day, they were nothing at all. ​It was supposed to stay casual until the final walk across the graduation stage. But pride is a fragile thing, and when Lena dismissed their entire history as just "she's good in bed" to save face in front of her friends, she didn't realize Miu was listening. ​Miu didn't ask for an explanation. She didn't stay for a goodbye. She simply vanished into the sprawl of Bangkok, leaving Lena with an empty room and the sudden, crushing weight of everything she never said. ​Two years later, they aren't students anymore. Lena is looking for a second chance in a city that doesn't give them, and Miu is a woman who has learned that some bridges are better left burnt. ​They used to know how the other breathed in the dark. Now, they're about to find out how much it hurts to be enemies.

In a world where the Taechamongkalapiwat and Schuett empires have been at war for decades, their daughters-Miu and Lena-were groomed to be each other's greatest rivals. In her first life, Miu hid her deep love for Lena behind a mask of corporate coldness and sabotage, eventually losing Lena to a lifetime of bitterness and a tragic, lonely ending. When Miu is granted a miraculous chance to travel back to her seven-year-old self, she carries the mind of a battle-worn CEO and a heart full of regret. Armed with future knowledge, she sets out to dismantle the landmines of their past. From secret notes hidden in a library book to "failing" tests to protect Lena from her father Hao's wrath, Miu replaces their public war with a private kingdom. But as the timeline shifts, Miu must navigate the thin line between being a protector and a villain, proving to Lena that even in a world built on hate, a strawberry candy and a wooden swallow can change the course of destiny.

I wrote this fic because I've been seriously missing Percy Jackson energy. I've read all of Rick Riordan's books, and I was craving that kind of adventure again so... I made my own. If you love chaotic adventures, mythology, and that Percy Jackson vibe, then buckle up. We're going on a LenaMiu adventure-with a little bit of that classic demigod chaos. I wont tell you much about the story. i want you guys to discover it and i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it.

Lena Schuett is the "Ice Queen" or "Robot" of the elite-a girl groomed to be the perfect doll for a high-society marriage she doesn't want. Miu is the girl from the wrong side of the tracks, a rebel with a leather jacket and a chip on her shoulder. When their worlds collide, the cold glass of Lena's life begins to shatter. But in a world of power, blackmail, and family betrayal, loving each other might be the most dangerous thing they've ever done. "I don't want to be a Schuett," Lena whispered. "I just want to be yours."

Miu didn't believe in lightning strikes until she saw the silver SUV pull into the driveway. Her dad had talked about "Sarah and her daughter" for months. He talked about "blended families" and "fresh starts." Miu had tuned it all out, leaning against the doorframe of their new house with her headphones on, ready to be bored. Then, the passenger door opened. Lena stepped out. She was wearing a simple white tank top and denim shorts, her hair caught in a messy clip. She looked up at the house, squinting against the sun, and then her eyes landed on Miu. She waved-a bright, easy, "sisterly" wave. In that second, the air left Miu's lungs. It wasn't just that Lena was beautiful, it was the way she owned the space around her. Miu felt a terrifying, magnetic pull in her chest. Oh no, Miu thought, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. I'm supposed to call her my sister. But all I want to do is ruin her.

For most people, love is a light. For Lena Schuett, it was a bruise. It had started three years ago. Lena was twenty, working a double shift as a server at a high-end university gala. She was invisible, a ghost in a white apron carrying trays of champagne she could never afford. And then she saw her. Miu Natsha. Miu had been standing on the balcony, surrounded by admirers, her laughter sounding like breaking glass-sharp, expensive, and clear. She was vibrant, a girl who owned the air she breathed. Lena had frozen, a glass of bubbly trembling on her tray, unable to look away. For three years, Lena followed Miu from the shadows of the internet, a silent devotee to a girl who didn't know she existed. Then, the world collapsed. Lena's mother fell ill, the debts piled up like a mountain of salt, and the eviction notices turned from yellow to red. Desperation is a dark room with no windows. When Arthur Natsha-Miu's father-offered Lena a way out, she took it. She didn't take it for luxury; she took it for survival. But the irony was a jagged pill to swallow. To save her family, she had to become the "secret" of the man who sired the only woman she had ever loved.

Lorena Lalina Schuett was a master of the "long game." She had spent nearly half her life perfecting the art of being invisible while standing right in front of the person she loved. To the rest of the world, Lorena was the cool, observant photographer, the one with the steady hands and the unreadable eyes. To Miu Natasha, Lorena was simply "Lali," the girl who had been there for every scraped knee, every heartbreak, and every triumph. But there was a poison growing in the garden of their friendship. It was a dark, thorny thing called jealousy. For years, Lorena had watched Miu give herself away in pieces to boys who didn't deserve her. She had watched them hold Miu's hand, kiss Miu's cheek, and call Miu "theirs." Every time it happened, Lorena felt a fresh layer of ice form over her heart. She was the one who knew Miu's soul, yet she was the only one forbidden from touching her body. The arrival of Miu's current boyfriend, Julian, was the breaking point. Julian wasn't just another guy, he was the guy who finally made Miu talk about "forever." And as Lorena watched Julian drape his arm over Miu's shoulders at a party, marking her with his casual, careless touch, the ice over Lorena's heart didn't just crack. It shattered.

Miu Natasha was a very rich girl. She had everything: lots of money, a beautiful look, and expensive clothes. For her, life was always easy and full of good choices. But even though she had so much, she was bored. She felt empty inside, like a beautiful, empty glass vase. Lalina Schuett was a poor girl who had a very tough life. Her family died in a car accident, so she was alone. She had to work very hard just to survive. She was smart and studied a lot, even though she worked long hours at a coffee shop and barely slept. She wanted to honor her family's memory. Miu was like a big, bright, but sometimes dangerous fire. Lalina was like a small, calm candle in the dark. These two girls were very different and were never supposed to meet. Their lives were going in completely opposite directions. But a simple, thoughtless game was about to bring them together. This game would mess up their lives, causing one of them to be completely broken and the other to be sad and troubled forever.