Lena Schuett does not tolerate disorder. As the CEO of Schuett Empire, she has built a world defined by precision-luxury developments, private estates, and architectural perfection that shapes Bangkok's skyline. Her life is curated, controlled, and untouchable. Until a pastry shop opens directly across her headquarters. Bright. Loud. Unapologetically warm. And owned by Miu. A wealthy heiress who abandoned inheritance for baking, choosing softness over legacy and flour over fortune. Her shop becomes a daily disruption in Lena's perfectly constructed world-an "eyesore" that refuses to be removed, ignored, or negotiated away. When Lena begins persistent attempts to acquire the shop, Miu refuses every offer. Not out of defiance. But because some things are not for sale. What begins as a clash of architecture and warmth slowly becomes something neither of them can fully control-especially when the Ice Queen starts noticing that the one thing she cannot remove from her view... is also the one thing she cannot stop looking at. In a city built on power, control, and silence, love is the only thing neither empire knows how to own.

Mitch (Miu) is everything Lea (Lena) hates. Daughter of a powerful conglomerate, Mitch walks through life with porcelain skin, a disarming smile, and too much ease. She's a bright eyed freshman who stumbles into the university theater club and straight into Lea's line of sight. Cold, composed, and guarded behind walls she built herself, Lea earns everything through grit and sacrifice. She's used to fending for herself. And people like Mitch? For Lea, they're distractions at best, trouble at worst. But Mitch has only one focus: Lea. And Lea has no time for a rich girl playing pretend... or so she tells herself. Years later, fate pulls them back together under brighter spotlights and higher stakes. But time doesn't make the truth any easier to face. Because falling for Mitch was never in the script. And this time... Lea might be too late to rewrite the ending.

Can vows remain unbroken...?

Lovefools Book 2

I was wrong. You weren't just thunder. You were a quicksand in the desert, a vacuum in the void, a black hole in the universe. And gladly, I let you pull me in...

Overseas, all-paid, week-long...music to her ears. But there's a catch...

There are tattoos that you just can't get rid of...

Promises...and the heartache they bring.

It wasn't as if she was someone he could just forget...

Some of our best battles are those fought in bed...