One night in Bangkok. That's all it was supposed to be. Jennie Kim-ice-veined CEO of Korea's most powerful conglomerate-doesn't do reckless. She doesn't break rules, and she certainly doesn't break. But she did. For her. Lisa Manoban-charismatic, cocky, infuriatingly magnetic. A low-level developer with a smile that could start wars... and secrets that could end empires. Jennie never meant to see her again. Never meant to want more. Until Lisa walks into her boardroom. Cool. Unbothered. Dangerous. Jennie should fire her. Bury the night. Move on. But Lisa's collecting something-slowly, deliberately. Not power. Not titles. Jennie's attention. Her silence. Her control. One whispered command at midnight, one lingering look across a meeting room, and everything starts to unravel. Because Lisa isn't just anyone. And Jennie isn't used to being wanted like this. Not quietly. Not mercilessly. Not like she belongs to someone. And in the end- She might. Only question is... Who's really playing who?

Crownfield High School é o tipo de lugar onde tudo parece perfeito demais para ser real. Quando Lisa Manoban conquista uma bolsa para cursar o último ano em uma das escolas mais prestigiadas da Gold Coast, ela percebe rapidamente que Crownfield não é apenas sobre aulas e esportes. Sua presença não passa despercebida, especialmente por Jennie Kim. Respeitada, admirada e dona de uma presença que dita tendências e silêncios, Jennie construiu seu último ano com precisão e uma reputação cuidadosamente protegida. Entre provocações sutis, olhares longos demais e uma tensão crescente, Lisa e Jennie se veem diante de algo que foge do controle. Enquanto o futebol, as festas e a rotina escolar seguem seu curso, um segredo se move nas sombras, pronto para voltar do passado. Porque em Crownfield, perder o controle pode custar tudo.

A vida da aclamada jogadora de futebol Lalisa Manoban é devastada quando um vídeo íntimo vaza, expondo seu envolvimento com uma jovem que a enganou usando documentos falsos. Instantaneamente rotulada como "predadora sexual" pela mídia, Lisa é forçada a enfrentar um julgamento midiático que pode custar sua carreira e sua liberdade. No tribunal, ela se depara com a promotora Jennie Kim, uma profissional implacável, determinada a obter uma condenação. Entre o escândalo público, a luta pela inocência e o dilema de se sentir atraída pela mulher que tenta destruí-la, Lisa precisa sobreviver ao jogo sujo do tribunal e provar que foi a vítima das suas más decisões, enquanto seu futuro está em jogo. [LISA G!P] 2/3 ATENÇÃO! Esta fanfic foi escrita por mim, sem a intenção de ferir ou denegrir a imagem de nenhuma das celebridades citadas. A história é uma obra de ficção e não tem relação com a vida real de Lalisa Manoban ou Jennie Kim, ou nenhuma outra artista mencionada.

Jennie dança mascarada em um cabaré onde nada é inocente. Lisa mata à distância, treinada para não sentir. Elas não deveriam se olhar duas vezes. Muito menos se desejar... porque naquele mundo, amar um fruto proibido é uma sentença de morte. ⸻ ﹅ +18 | ⚠️ Conteúdo adulto | 💬 Linguagem forte | 🔥 Violência | 💔 Temas pesados ⸻ ∘ Original de viborz ∘ Capa feita por @gi_nara07 ⸻ Aceito adaptações para a história, desde que seja informada e respeitado o trabalho original. Transparência é importante. ⸻ ✦ Rankings ✦ ⸻ #2 vilão ⌁ 26/03/2026 #1 lalisamanoban ⌁ 18/04/2026 #3 jenniekim ⌁ 10/04/2026 #2 lalisa ⌁ 30/04/2026 #1 pecados ⌁ 12/05/2026 ⎯ ⋅ 〈 〉 ⋅ ⎯

Dizem que o avesso do veludo é áspero, seco e impiedoso exatamente como a relação entre Jennie e Lisa desde que o silêncio e a ausência se tornaram a única ponte entre elas. Após sete anos fugindo de fantasmas criados em Vancouver, o destino as coloca frente a frente no corredor de um hotel em Nova York. Agora, a pergunta não é se elas se perdoaram ou se o sucesso compensou a dor, mas se o amor que elas tentaram enterrar ainda respira sob as cicatrizes de veludo que ambas carregam.

"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.

[GP] 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.

(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.