**INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY** Jennie and Lisa sit across from each other, the air heavy with unspoken words. Jennie's hands grip her coffee cup tightly, her knuckles white. Lisa stares at the table, unable to meet Jennie's gaze. **JENNIE** I have to pay because you lied. Do you even realize what you've done? **LISA** I'm sorry... because I lied. Jennie's voice cracks, but she holds back her tears. Lisa reaches out, her hand hovering over Jennie's, but Jennie pulls away. **JENNIE** Sorry doesn't fix this, Lisa. You broke us. You broke *everything*. Lisa's shoulders slump, her tears falling silently. The space between them feels infinite. --- Love and lies often intertwine, creating a fragile balance. Love seeks truth, yet lies can mask pain or protect feelings. While honesty strengthens bonds, deceit can erode trust. True love thrives in transparency, but lies, even well-intentioned, risk breaking hearts. In the end, love's purity is tested by the weight of lies.

💔 Unwanted Lisa Manoban was born into the richest and most powerful family in Thailand. Her father, Anurak Manoban, a Thai business tycoon, and her mother, Kim Soojin, a Korean heiress, built an empire that ruled every industry-oil, hotels, automobiles, entertainment, stocks, and beyond. Her elder sister, Chaeyoung Manoban, and elder brother, Bambam Manoban, were admired everywhere they went, treated like royalty. To the world, the Manoban family was untouchable. But to little Lisa, it was all empty. She would run with tiny feet to her father, pulling his hand: > "Dada... pway wif me, pwease..." And his cold voice would push her away: "Go away, Lisa. You are not important." She would tug at her sister's dress, eyes shining: > "Unnie... Lisa sit wif you?" But Chaeyoung would shove her off with disgust: "Don't call me unnie. You're not my sister." She would hug her toy and look at Bambam: > "Oppa... pway toy wif Lisa?" But he would glare and snap: "Don't bother me, Lisa. You mean nothing here." And her mother? She never even looked at her. Just silence. In a palace filled with gold, cars, and diamonds, Lisa had no love-no mama hugs, no dada kisses, no sister, no brother. Just loneliness. At night, clutching her small hands, she whispered to the sky: > "God... why nobody want Lisa? Why Lisa unwanted... even by her own famiwy?" And in this whole cruel world... did Lisa have anyone who truly wanted her in their life? ---

"She was falling... and I chose to catch her." Lalisa Manoban is an innocent alpha siren, born in the depths of the sea. Gentle, kind, and forbidden to interfere with the human world, she follows the sacred laws passed down by her ancestors. Until the night Jennie Kim-a beautiful, powerful heiress with a shattered heart and too much wine in her veins-falls off her luxury yacht and into the ocean's arms. Lisa saves her. And for that, the sea punishes her. Cast out from the ocean and turned into a human, Lisa is silent, confused, and utterly fascinated by the woman she saved. But Jennie? She's dangerous. Cold. Haunted by pain, betrayal, and a past she refuses to confront. Two worlds weren't meant to collide... But beneath the waves, fate had already chosen them.

Some connections don't wait to be understood-they demand to be felt.

Lisa Manoban is 21-beautiful, innocent, and utterly fearless... except when it comes to thunderstorms. Jennie Kim, 23, cold, strict, and roped into caring for her, expects a simple "babysitting" job. She quickly discovers that Lisa's childlike innocence is chaotic, sensitive, and endlessly unpredictable. Between spilled juice, runaway cousins, and accidental disasters, their messy days slowly turn into messy hearts-and Jennie might be the only one who can calm Lisa's storms, both literal and emotional.

Jennie Kim's life had always been simple. Mornings behind the counter of her aunt's coffee shop, evenings spent buried in medical textbooks, and nights sitting by her father's hospital bed, whispering promises she wasn't sure she could keep. But everything changed the day her father's debts came knocking. Manoban Corp - a name that could silence entire boardrooms - held the chains to her father's failed company. And standing at the head of it all was Lisa Manoban: the cold, untouchable CEO with an empire at her feet and eyes that never betrayed a flicker of mercy. Jennie went to her office expecting rejection, maybe humiliation. She didn't expect an offer. "Be mine," Lisa said simply, as if it were the easiest transaction in the world. "A girlfriend for the cameras. In exchange, your father's debts disappear, and his hospital bills are taken care of." It was supposed to be a deal - insensitive, calculated, a cruel mockery of love. But deals have a way of blurring into something else when the heart becomes collateral. Jennie was smart enough to know better. She was cool enough to hide her trembling. But behind her brave eyes was the truth she could never admit: she was just a girl, soft and fragile, carrying a weight too heavy for her shoulders. And Lisa, who had never known what it meant to love, was about to learn that some exchanges can't be calculated. Because in the world of power and desperation, the only thing more dangerous than debt... was love itself.

Jennie Kim is a no-nonsense, high-powered CEO of a luxury lifestyle brand. Known for her icy demeanor and impeccable standards, she runs her company with precision and commands respect from everyone around her. Her employees admire her brilliance but tiptoe around her temper-except for her newly hired personal assistant, Lisa Manoban. Lisa is everything Jennie's usual assistants aren't: she's casual, cheerful, and sometimes a little too comfortable breaking Jennie's strict rules. Initially, Jennie is annoyed by Lisa's unconventional approach, especially when Lisa insists on bringing her "relaxing tea" instead of coffee or suggesting ridiculous ideas during meetings just to "lighten the mood." Despite her exasperation, Jennie can't deny that Lisa is oddly efficient, always managing to get things done in her own chaotic way. As the days pass, Jennie starts to feel something she hasn't felt in years-she enjoys Lisa's company. But Jennie's growing possessiveness becomes evident when Lisa's charm attracts attention from coworkers and clients alike. Jennie finds herself in situations where she has to remind others-and herself-that Lisa is her assistant, and no one else has the right to monopolize her time.

Jennie Kim es la corredora estrella de la Fórmula 1, una mujer intensa, competitiva y con un carácter posesivo que la mantiene invicta en las pistas y temida fuera de ellas. Lisa Manoban, por el contrario, es solo una fanática apasionada de los autos, que viaja kilómetros para cumplir su sueño: conseguir la firma de sus pilotos favoritas. Pero un error en la organización la lleva a un pasillo equivocado, siendo confundida con una nueva estilista del equipo de Jennie. Lo que comienza como un malentendido se transforma en un vínculo que desafiará los límites entre la estrella y la fan, en un mundo lleno de velocidad, egos, celos, accidentes y decisiones que marcará a ambas. Entre la adrenalina de los circuitos y el peligro constante, el corazón de Jennie corre más rápido que cualquier monoplaza... pero ¿será capaz Lisa de entrar a ese mundo? /// Créditos: Manobal_Kim13 (Me) Personajes principales: Jennie Kim y Lalisa Manobal Pov del autor: Si no te gusta este tipo de contenido eres libre de irte, pero si te gusta eres bienvenido/a a este mundo de los Fanfics. No confundamos la vida de las idols con los Fanfics, esto es solo entretenimiento.

Arrogante, celosa y posesiva... Jennie no se enamora de nadie. Hasta que Lisa, nerd torpe y adorable, aparece en su vida. Rumores, celos y pasión desbordada: ¿podrán dejar atrás todo para estar juntas? 🖤🔥 Jennie G!P --- Créditos: Manobal_Kim13 (Me) Personajes principales: Jennie Kim y Lalisa Manobal Pov del autor: Si no te gusta este tipo de contenido eres libre de irte, pero si te gusta eres bienvenido/a a este mundo de los Fanfics. No confundamos la vida de las idols con los Fanfics, esto es solo entretenimiento. No copias de este Fanfics.

If someone had told Seulgi three months ago that she'd end up sharing a house with her mother's new fiancé and his daughter, she would've laughed. Or screamed. Or both. Now? Well-she's still screaming. But more internally. Mostly. "I swear to God, if you touch my skincare again, Jaeyi-" "Relax! I was just borrowing your toner. And serum. And... maybe the snail essence. Your pores look rich, I'm trying to invest." Seulgi clenched her jaw, gripping the bathroom doorframe like it personally betrayed her. "Your investment plan is going to end in hospital bills." Living under the same roof as Jaeyi was like signing up for emotional whiplash. One moment she was laughing at Jaeyi doing a ridiculous dance in the kitchen with a burnt pancake on her head; the next, she was staring too long when Jaeyi came home in a sundress that shouldn't be legal. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. Because Jaeyi wasn't just annoying. Or pretty. Or funny in a way that made Seulgi want to punch a pillow. Jaeyi was her. The kind of chaos Seulgi never asked for but somehow couldn't stop orbiting around. "You're staring again," Jaeyi teased one evening, perched on the kitchen counter, eating grapes like a Greek goddess with no regard for personal space. "No, I'm regretting my life choices," Seulgi deadpanned, turning away, ears turning traitorously red. Jaeyi tilted her head. "Sure you are. Just like how you 'regretted' sitting next to me during movie night. Or how you 'regretted' holding my hand during that thunderstorm." "That was for safety," Seulgi snapped, grabbing a water bottle just to have something to hold that wasn't Jaeyi's smug face. "Oh? So if another thunderstorm happens, you'll hold someone else's hand?" Silence.