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.

They had once shared a love that felt effortless, a warmth that made the world fade away. Ten years of marriage should have been a sanctuary, but life and ambition quietly crept in between them. Lookmhee was chasing her name, her dreams, while Sonya carried the weight of unspoken hurt, holding her heart together in silence. When love begins to fade, it is not always loud. It hides in missed glances, in words left unsaid, in the spaces where comfort once lived. Yet even in the quiet, a spark can remain, stubborn and alive, waiting for the moment to ignite again. Treacherous is a story of love tested by ambition, by distance, and by the invisible betrayals that can unravel even the strongest bond. It is about discovering the courage to face the pain, to forgive, and to remember why two hearts once chose each other.

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.

Four years has passed since the bidding ended. Of all the places they could meet again, a charity event in the middle of Europe was the last thing Maevika had expected. Yet, her guarded heart finds itself enervated with Aiwarin the same way it did four years ago - or perhaps now, seventeen. ⎯ An alternative continuation to the series' ending: wherein Aiwarin moves away to Boston before Maevika could return to her with her pen. *DISCLAIMER! All credits of the characters goes to Serenista, I only own the plot line of this story specifically :)

(Fallin's Sequel) Falling in love has always been easy, but will staying in love still be just the same? 2020.

Soraya Vergara (SY) is composed, well-dressed, and absolutely not in the mood to explain to her powerful family why her ex-boyfriend is getting married before she's even been kissed this year. The pressure is unbearable - the scrutiny, worse. So to protect her family's image and bruise her ex's ego in one move, she lies. One fake relationship. Just long enough to survive a string of company galas and Vergara-family functions. Enter Elira Soriano (LM) - velvet-suited, sharp-tongued, and devastatingly unbothered. An actress with a reputation in queer circles and a smile that ruins women. She agrees to play the part. No feelings. No strings. But what starts as an act turns into something harder to control - lingering stares, shared beds, and kisses that feel too dangerous to fake. Elira doesn't play soft. And Soraya? She's never been this close to falling. Because Elira tastes like danger. And Soraya is starting to forget why they were pretending in the first place.

(Stay's Prequel) Is the school's nerd worthy of love? Or is there someone worthy of her love? 2020.