They're rich. They're gorgeous. They're in love. Lisa Manoban, a ruthless, feared CEO who built her empire with blood, brilliance, and zero mercy. And Jennie Kim, her spoiled, sweet café-owning wife. Everyone thinks they're innocent - too perfect to be real. They know each other too well. They share everything. Even their secrets. Especially the ones no one should ever know. Because what's locked behind closed doors... might just be the reason they're so perfect. And once you know- you can't unsee it. G!p

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello readers! Given recent industry announcements, I want to be unequivocal: this is a fictional story. The "Jen" and "Lisa" and many others name in this tale are characters I've created for a narrative. They are not representations of the real-life idols. This is written for entertainment within the fan community. Thank you for understanding! Now, onto the story... Lisa Manoban, infamous CEO of Manoban Corp, is invited to speak at a prestigious university as part of a corporate partnership. She expects another soulless academic event-until she sees Professor Jennie Kim: clumsy with her lecture notes, softly spoken, but commanding her class's attention in a way that unsettles Lisa's cold logic. From that moment, Lisa is intrigued-but she doesn't know why. Professor Jennie Kim, aged late 20s, is a Performing Arts & Literature professor. She is Sweet, shy, soft-spoken, emotionally intelligent, deeply empathetic, Playful, and funny once comfortable. She is surprisingly strong when standing up for her beliefs Loved by her students and colleagues. Lives a quiet, simple life-private, almost unknown outside the university CEO Lalisa Manoban Age ( G!P ): Early 30s. She is the CEO of Manoban Corp - a global entertainment empire. She is Cold, dominant, and calculating. Ruthless in business, unapologetically ambitious. Confident, flirtatious, a known womanizer Emotionally guarded, uses sex and power to avoid attachment Feared in the industry, desired by many. Known for short, passionate affairs-no one gets too close.

[GP] Jennie Ruby Jane. People mistook her beauty for innocence, but her allure was never pure. It was deliberate, calculated, and devastatingly effective. Every line of her body carried an unspoken promise, and every glance was a test of willpower. A law student in her final year, she knew the power of words and wielded them like a blade-sharp, persuasive, lethal when she chose. Behind her red-painted lips and smoldering eyes was a mind sharper than any cross-examination. Lisa Manoban. A surgeon with ice-untouchable, unreadable. Her hands were steady, her heart carefully stitched shut after a painful past. Her beauty was clinical, almost cruel in its precision, a face carved in marble with eyes that gave nothing back. She spoke in measured tones, as if every word cost more than it was worth, and silence was her favorite weapon. While others sought warmth, Lisa offered only cold truth, her gaze dissecting people the way her scalpel did flesh. Together, they make the perfect storm- temptation and control, fire and ice, heat and emptiness. Can they turn the storm into a perfect weather? Or will the storm keeps swirling around?

Two hearts. One world tour. And a love they chose not to outrun. When the lights go down and the cities stop changing, what's left of a love that once lived in motion? If every city brought them closer, and every spotlight pushed them further apart, was the DEADLINE an ending- or simply the moment everything paused? If they were never able to outrun what they felt, what happens when they stop trying? DEADLINE II explores what happens not when love is lost, but when time runs out-and something STILL REMAINS. A JENLISA slow-burn continuation that peels back the curtain on real moments and the unanswered questions left behind after the ALMOSTS.

"A lie so perfect, it felt like love - until it broke them both." ⸻ ✨ Opening Line Jennie Kim never believed in fairy tales - but tonight, in a crowded hotel restaurant, she needed a miracle so badly she was willing to steal it from a stranger's arms.

Lisa narrates about first meeting Jennie - her secret dream, the way Jennie smiles without knowing it kills her. She hints at a song she's writing, "Dream." A soft montage of moments over the years. The tone: bittersweet.

Jennie Kim built her life on composure. At thirty-two, she sits at the top floor of Kim Corp, the kind of woman whose silence weighs more than anyone's speech. Luxury, precision, restraint - she made an empire out of things that never slip. People say Jennie doesn't fall in love. What they don't know is she learned to keep it quiet long before she learned to keep it together. Across the river, in a small restaurant tucked between old bookstores and neon bars, Lisa Manoban works with her hands - a chef whose plates taste like memories she refuses to explain. Before the knives and the heat, she was a dancer - sharp lines, soft wrists, rhythm that lived in her bones. She doesn't perform on stage anymore, but everyone who watches her move through her kitchen knows she never stopped dancing - just changed the floor. They aren't strangers. Not friends. Not ex-lovers. Something else. Something unnamed. Jennie eats at Lisa's restaurant once a month. Never reserved under her own name. Never photographed. But every time she walks in, Lisa changes the menu without asking - just a little - as if her memory still knows what Jennie might need. People notice: the shift in Lisa's posture when Jennie enters, the way Jennie slows her chewing when Lisa sets the plate herself. No one says anything. Their history isn't written anywhere, but it lives under skin and between glances - in the tattoos Lisa never explains, in the lyrics Jennie never publishes, in the meals that feel like confessions, in the silence that tastes like truth. Everyone knows something happened once - or almost happened - or could still happen if either of them ever chose to move first. But they don't. Not yet. For now, they remain what they've always been: private - but not a secret.

The scent hits first. Dark rose, white pepper, and something sharp underneath - like cold metal at midnight. Jennie Ruby Jane walks through the glass doors of Kim Corp's headquarters, and time bends. Staff straighten up. Conversations drop mid-sentence. She doesn't look at anyone. She never needs to. Her heels click against imported marble as if announcing a verdict, not an arrival. Her face is unreadable - not emotionless, just carefully engineered. As perfect and untouchable as the perfume empire she built from scratch. Jennie is not warm. She is gravity in a black suit. ⸻ On the 28th floor, Lisa hears the footsteps before she sees her. Always five minutes early. Always in black. Always smelling like heartbreak in a bottle. Lisa turns slightly, pretending to read the numbers on her iPad. Her fingers hover above the screen, frozen. Don't look like you've loved her for years. Jennie walks past her. Doesn't speak. Just pauses for a half-second - enough to flick her gaze toward Lisa's direction - then disappears into the corner office. Lisa doesn't breathe until the door closes. ⸻ It's been 4 years. 4 promotions. Hundreds of sleepless nights building the very campaigns that made Jennie Kim ahousehold name across Southeast Asia. Lisa is the youngest Marketing Director in company history. She's sharp, strategic, respected. Instead, she's exhausted - from carrying numbers on her back by day and emotions on her chest by night. Jennie never touches her. Never says her name unless necessary. Never lets her get too close. But somehow... never quite lets her go, either. ⸻ Rosé says Lisa's addicted to the pain. Jisoo just calls it career suicide in slow motion. Lisa doesn't answer either of them. She just keeps showing up. Keeps designing campaigns around the way Jennie moves. Keeps writing scent descriptions that read more like love letters. Keeps pretending her chest doesn't ache every time Jennie smiles - just slightly - at someone who isn't her

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Alden and Kathryn have always been close-friends, nothing more. At least, that's all they could be. But for Alden, working alongside Kathryn on their first film together was enough to show him she was different. She was special. People say you'll recognize your soulmate when you meet them. But what do you do when that person belongs to someone else? For Alden, the answer was simple: bury his feelings and convince himself it wasn't meant to be. Five years later, fate intervenes. They're cast together again for the sequel to their movie, but this time, Kathryn is no longer in a relationship. Is this their one perfect chance? Will they finally risk it all for the connection they've always felt-or let fate's second gift slip through their fingers? -- ✨An Alden Richards x Kathryn Bernardo fanfic ✨ /Let me know if I should continue this one ^^