LMSY Sonya's father is put on life support, and becoming Lokmhee's girlfriend is her last chance at paying his bills. It was supposed to be about money. Insensitive, immoral, impersonal. She was never supposed to fall in love with her

Lookmhee Punyapat and Sonya Saranphat have never liked each other. Not quietly. Not secretly. It's obvious in the way they speak, the way they look at each other, the way neither of them bothers to pretend. And they've had years to get used to it. Until a multi-billion development project tied to both their families collapses overnight. Money disappears. Questions start. And the one person who might have had answers dies before anyone can hear them. No one knows what really happened. But everyone knows one thing- If the truth comes out, it won't just ruin a deal. It will destroy both families. So the solution is simple. Marry them. Tie their names together. Shut down speculation. Control the narrative before it spirals. Now Lookmhee and Sonya are forced into the same space, the same life, the same lie- smiling for cameras, attending events, convincing the public that this was always meant to happen. But behind closed doors? Nothing has changed. They still don't trust each other. They still blame each other. Except now, distance isn't an option. And the more time they spend pretending to be close, the harder it becomes to ignore the tension that doesn't belong to hatred alone- something sharper, something unfamiliar, something neither of them is willing to name. Because whatever this is becoming... it was never part of the arrangement.

When Sonya Duskbourne is bound by duty to marry into the mysterious Ashthorne family, she enters a world of shadowed halls, locked doors, and a wife she cannot read. Her bride, Lookmhee Ashthorne, rules the decaying mansion with a quiet, unsettling intensity. The townsfolk whisper about curses, vanished brides, and secrets that cling to the Ashthorne name like ivy on stone. What begins as a union of families soon becomes a battle of wills-one marked by obsession, desire, and a dangerous intimacy that Sonya never expected. In the heart of Ashthorne Hall, where every vow feels like a chain, Sonya must face the truth: some cages are built not of iron, but of love. A gothic sapphic of forbidden marriage, haunting passion, and the perilous line between devotion and possession. Disclaimer: Set in ancient times, this story delves into gothic atmospheres, deep angst, and emotional trauma.