BOOK #5 What do you get when you try to cure poison with poison? A catastrophe. Shattered glass. Screams behind closed doors. And one infuriating novelist who keeps dragging me into his worlds like I belong there. This wasn't in the fine print when I accepted the assignment. A forged identity. A counterfeit guardian. A wolf dressed in security black, slipped into the orbit of that wide-eyed storm who never stops narrating his own life. Boo Seungkwan- the Kwon empire's beating heart, their vulnerable hinge, their radiant little jewel my family demanded I tarnish with my own hands. That was the blueprint. Cold. Straightforward. Merciless. And it was working. Perfectly. Until it wasn't. Until my gaze kept drifting back to him. Until my jaw betrayed me with a smile at his ridiculous plot twists. Until desire coiled hot and sharp in my lower spine- unwanted, relentless, shameful- every time he breathed out "captain," voice dipped in honey and lips flushed like sin itself. And the structure of my life- the oaths, the schemes, the years of inherited rage, the bloodline I was chained to- all of it fractures. Splinters. Falls apart at the slightest tilt of his head. Because the most fatal enemy isn't the one you're sent to kill- it's the one you start wanting to keep.

What's worse than a blade at your throat or staring down your own death from a cliff? Getting married to Choi Seungcheol - the man even devils prefer to avoid. Yet here I stand, wrapped in silk I didn't pick, under chandeliers brighter than my will to live, listening to vows that feel more like contracts signed in blood. Everyone says this marriage will end a war. Cute. I say it's another battlefield - one I intend to walk across in heels and sarcasm. Because here I am, in a wedding hall dripping in roses and danger, smiling like I'm not actively planning how to make my new husband stop breathing.

In a city where the supernatural lurks just beyond human sight, five Exhuma-shamans who commune with spirits and unravel curses-cross paths with five detectives chasing inexplicable crimes. Each pairing must navigate a dangerous world where restless spirits, cursed objects, and dark secrets threaten both the living and the dead. As the cases grow more twisted, hidden truths emerge: not every spirit is innocent, not every ally is trustworthy, and the mastermind behind the chaos may be closer than they think. Together, human and Exhuma must combine logic and mystic power to solve mysteries, confront betrayal, and survive a shadowy threat that could change their world forever. Twists, suspense, and forbidden connections await in a story where nothing is truly what it seems, and every revelation digs deeper into the unknown.

Yoon Jeonghan and Jeon Wonwoo - two of the nation's most adored idols - have spent years charming the public with their soft, baby-girl personalities, killer stage presence, and unshakable best-friend bond. Their recent collaboration, Last Night, from the hit album This Man, only solidified their legendary status, becoming an instant fan favorite. Enter the new generation: Choi Seungcheol and Kim Mingyu - charismatic soloists who debuted just two years ago and took the industry by storm. Their surprise announcement of a joint single instantly set the internet ablaze. Fandoms went wild, pairing them in every possible combination - Seungcheol with Jeonghan, Mingyu with Wonwoo - creating ships, edits, and fantasies before the song had even dropped. But no one could have predicted what happened next. A single photo. A single rumor. Wonwoo and Seungcheol - caught in a dating scandal that no one saw coming. In an instant, hearts are broken, shipping wars erupt, and the four idols find themselves trapped in a whirlwind of speculation, betrayal, and hidden truths. With careers, friendships, and unspoken feelings on the line, will Jeonghan and Mingyu stay silent in the shadows... or will they step into the light and fight for the people they've secretly loved all along? In the world of idols, where every smile is staged and every move is under a microscope, love might be the most dangerous performance of all.

𝑨 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 Original Production. ©Copyrighted Chérie Valencia Grâce 2025.

If you ask Wonwoo when it all began, he'll tell you it didn't. Because nothing ever began with Mingyu. Mingyu was the kind of person who just... happened. Like summer heat, like loud laughter in quiet places, like falling asleep beside someone and waking up already missing them. They'd known each other since they were kids , since scraped knees and chasing fireflies, since "go away" meant "stay closer," and Mingyu never listened anyway. Back then, Mingyu was too loud. Too bright. Too much. Wonwoo didn't like loud things. But somehow, he never told Mingyu to be quiet. Not really. They grew up messily, awkwardly, in the way that boys with growing hearts do. Somewhere along the way, Mingyu got taller. Wonwoo got quieter. And love, whatever that was, started threading between them like light through leaves. Soft. Unspoken. Unnoticed. At least, by everyone except Mingyu. This is a story about: A boy who loved too loudly. And another who loved too quietly. It's about friendships that blur and feelings that twist, about secrets too dangerous to speak aloud, and moments that feel like forever even if they aren't. It's about what happens when one of them falls first. And waits for the other to catch up. Even when it hurts. Even when it's too late. This is the story of Wonwoo and Mingyu. Before the blood. Before the chaos. Before goodbye tasted like a kiss neither of them was ready to give. And before love, finally, painfully, made itself known.

Wonwoo hates Mingyu. Mingyu hates Wonwoo. It was always that simple... until a dare bound them in a kiss that felt like fate whispering otherwise. And from that moment, nothing would ever be simple again. The lines between hate and something far more dangerous begin to blur. Rage-filled eyes now flicker with an unfamiliar warmth, and what was once rivalry spirals into something messy, confusing, and undeniably real. Because Jeon Wonwoo-the strict class president and bookish nerd-and Kim Mingyu-the reckless bad boy and golden football player-ended up falling in love with the very person they once vowed to hate.

A heartbroken, cold industrialist kim mingyu, for whom love has become an illusion and a pretense, needs to marry to maintain his position. Meanwhile, a kindergarten teacher Jeon wonwoo, who has been an orphan since childhood, believes sharing love is the greatest thing in the world and hopes someone will love him truly. What happens when their vastly different personalities clash and they are tied in marriage? Will the kindergarten teacher be able to reconnect the heart of the cold industrialist, or will the industrialist break the kindergarten teacher's heart?

Crown Prince Kim Mingyu was ready to marry the perfect princess - gentle, obedient, and a flawless political match. But days before the wedding, Princess Jeon Eunah vanishes without a trace, leaving behind only a scandal and a kingdom's panic. The solution? Replace her with her older brother, Prince Jeon Wonwoo. At first glance, Wonwoo is everything Mingyu expected - soft-spoken, delicate, and far too pretty for his own good. Mingyu assumes he'll be easy to control... maybe even a little useful for running errands and keeping out of the way. But the "sweet" prince isn't sweet at all. Underneath that angelic smile is a sharp-tongued, unapologetically bratty royal who flips the script - making Mingyu fetch tea, polish crowns, and carry his load. Now the soon-to-be King of Solhaven finds himself hopelessly tangled in a marriage that's equal parts political disaster, royal power struggle, and slow-burning attraction. Because somewhere between the petty arguments, midnight demands, and stolen glances... Prince Wonwoo is stealing more than Mingyu's authority - he's stealing his heart.

wonwoo wasn't used to wanting. but with mingyu, it lingered-soft, insistent, impossible to ignore. it settled in the quiet moments, in the warmth of mingyu's touch, in the way his gaze lingered just a second too long.