Venice is the only heiress of the Bae Corp. and other businesses of Bae Family. After the tragedy happened to Venice's parents, all the responsibilties are on her now, being the only daughter of the only son of the Great Lino Bae, richest man in the country--now let's talk about pressure. Everything was already set and planned for her from the very beggining. Mistake was never in her vocabulary--until that very night. A night that would changer her whole life forever.

"If that's the only way that I could have her, I would lock her inside forever." "Our love is devastating all of us but yet, I am selfishly holding on to it dearly." "This feeling is sucks...to know that I don't stand a chance right from the start..." "How could you be so cruel to me, if you don't even want to try why did you agree to it?" "I wish I had done this earlier; perhaps it could have been better..." "That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard in my life, you know nothing!!" "You lose your chance...no matter what you do, it would be futile..." "Your exterior looked like you have changed a lot, but inside there, it is still the same."

When Irene thought that she had a perfect marriage. Some parts are +16.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN