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The Perfect Divorce (Mordern Romance/ Revenge Drama)

Tropes: Cold-to-Obsessed ML · Transformation Arc · Secrets & Lies · Enemies-to-Lovers ongoing serial New episode (chapter) drops daily! He gave her the divorce… She took his empire. Lianna Serein married Kian Vale out of duty… an invisible wife in a loveless arrangement. Three years of cold dinners, separate beds, and silent nights left her a ghost in his life. When Kian finally signs the papers to free himself, he expects nothing more than a quiet exit. He never reads the fine print. At the stroke of his pen, Lianna activates the clause her late mother embedded deep in their marriage contract… half of Vale Corporation…including every share, asset, and pre-marital holding…now belongs to the Serein partner upon divorce. Suddenly, the woman he dismissed as weak emerges as a ruthless force of nature. Now she’s CEO of her own brand, a media darling, and a billionaire in her own right. She reinvents herself in scarlet heels and tailored power suits… waging a quiet war from penthouse boardrooms to glittering galas. All the while, Kian watches from across his kingdom, his icy composure cracking into obsession… and regret. With old alliances crumbling and new rivals emerging… Kian’s cold fiancée Cassandra, Lianna’s shadowy lawyer Juno Thorne, and a cutthroat investor who’s more than he seems… no one is safe. She’s no longer his wife… She’s his greatest threat. And this time? She will not be silenced.
Iran_Thorne · 9.3K Views

Love Chase [Thai BL]

A Playboy CEO's Pursuit. A Stubborn Engineer's Resistance. Love Has Never Been This Challenging. Teeradon has it all: chairman of a thriving liquor empire, owner of Bangkok's most exclusive nightclub, and self-proclaimed president of Thailand's Playboy Association. Accustomed to conquest in both business and romance, he's never met a challenge he couldn't charm his way through—until a falling wrench nearly takes his head off and brings him face-to-face with Wittawin. The stubborn, brilliant computer engineer is everything Teeradon finds irresistible: fair-skinned, sharp-featured, with lips that could stop traffic and a figure that certainly stops the CEO in his tracks. But Wittawin has zero interest in becoming another notch on a playboy's belt. Every advance is met with a strategic retreat, every flirtation with a perfectly timed escape. For the first time in his life, Teeradon finds himself chasing someone who genuinely doesn't want to be caught. What begins as wounded pride quickly transforms into something deeper. Teeradon discovers that winning Wittawin's heart will require more than his usual arsenal of wealth, charm, and devastating good looks. He'll need to prove he's capable of something he's never attempted before: genuine love. "With my heart on the line, Wittawin must surrender," Teeradon declares. "Swooning at Teeradon's charm? Yeah, right," Wittawin counters. In this battle of wills wrapped in romantic comedy, will Thailand's most notorious playboy finally meet his match, or will he discover that some prizes are worth changing for?
KATAWOOT · 2.3K Views

Atrapada en un Sueño K-Drama

A sus 24 años, Amaranta lleva una vida tan normal como la de cualquier maestra venezolana amante de los K-dramas. Entre planificaciones escolares y maratones de series coreanas, su existencia da un vuelco tras la aparición de un misterioso matero con una planta de Mugunghwa en la puerta de su casa. De repente, se encuentra inmersa en un vívido y recurrente sueño, un mundo paralelo nacido de su subconsciente. En este universo onírico, conoce a Min-joon, un enigmático hombre coreano con una peculiar y crucial labor: mantener el orden y el equilibrio de los pensamientos humanos. Cada noche, al cerrar los ojos en su realidad, Amaranta aparece en este mundo como una habitante más, sus caminos cruzándose inevitablemente con los de Min-joon. Lo que comienza como encuentros fortuitos se transforma en una inesperada amistad, tejida entre sueños y realidades distantes. Amaranta se siente inexplicablemente atraída por la seriedad y el aura melancólica de Min-joon, mientras que él encuentra en la calidez y la curiosidad de ella un respiro en su solitaria tarea. Pero este mundo de ensueño, aunque fascinante, plantea interrogantes inquietantes. ¿Es solo un producto de su mente? ¿O existe una conexión más profunda entre ella y Min-joon, entre Venezuela y Corea, entre la vigilia y el más allá de la conciencia? A medida que su amistad florece en este limbo onírico, Amaranta comienza a cuestionar la naturaleza de sus sentimientos y el verdadero propósito de sus encuentros nocturnos. ¿Podrá este romance de ensueño trascender las barreras de la mente y la distancia cuando Amaranta despierte a su vida real? ¿O Min-joon y su mundo paralelo se desvanecerán como la última escena de un K-drama al amanecer?
Andrea_Paz_9484 · 295 Views

Business Tycoon vs. Drama Queen Star

Luo Tiantian sacrifices herself to save Bai Yueguang, only to wake up in the novel her best friend had written as a prank. The best friend of the original owner of this body has gotten plastic surgery to take her place, snatching everything she had. She has even been imprisoned for ten years! To avoid a tragic end, Luo Tiantian clings on to the greatest boss in the novel. After she shoots to fame overnight, the internet is teeming with curses toward her, claiming how she had undergone plastic surgery, was one to put on airs, and was being kept as a mistress… She doesn’t even have any time to respond before the female lead’s lackeys suddenly change their stances. Her eldest brother, a CEO: “She has the Luo Corporation backing her. Miss Luo doesn’t need a sugar daddy.” Luo Tiantian’s expression darkens. “Scram! Don’t provoke me!” Her second brother, a forensic pathologist: “As someone working in forensics, I can confirm that my younger sister is a natural beauty. She’s never had any plastic surgery done.” Luo Tiantian sneered. “Who are you?” The movie star: “Tiantian, you’re my fiancée. How could you live with another man?” Luo Tiantian stares at that stupid face. “You?” - The moment she returns home, Luo Tiantian tones down immediately. Her boss glances at Luo Tiantian with what seems like a smile. “An orphan?” Luo Tiantian nods innocently. “Yes, my entire family’s dead. I’m the only one left.” Her boss raises his eyebrow. “A fiancé?” Luo Tiantian quickly shakes her head. “No, no. That’s nothing more than a rumor. You’re the only one in my heart!” - From then on, the big boss undergoes a drastic change and becomes henpecked. He gazes at her affectionately. “Little friend, you’re toxic, but you’re my antidote.”
Fallen Leaf Turned Loner · 341.2K Views

The Egyptian Heir: I Am the Heir of the Ultimate Evil, Set

"Evil in all civilizations is known—agreed upon—as something to be eradicated, for good always triumphs. But what if I told you evil is manufactured, not born? That a civilization crafted evil to create to be the world's hero? This civilization is Egypt—mother of all—who birthed Set: the ultimate evil and ultimate protector. I am heir to this evil... and this story's hero. Made to protect the world... or was the world made for me? No matter. Forget 'heroes rising from darkness'—here, darkness rises from heroes. The end begins: Egypt's secrets will unravel, the world's illusion will shatter. Gates to other realms, monsters, a bizarre energy system will change everything. The pyramids? Not tombs, but prisons sealing what existed before gods. Welcome to Egypt's truths—or lies? Every war, every revolution in history? Just moves in Egypt's ancient game. The smallest detail? Planned. So tell me: Am I in this game? Are you? Are you sure you're not trapped in this illusion? Do you truly know yourself? This is my story's world—and I won't appear until after Chapter 33. So read... and when you reach Chapter 33, remember: Did you choose to read... or were you chosen? I'll be waiting. Despair not—the best auction item comes last. When I appear? Don't lose your nerve. Love me or kill me—I am the World's Masterpiece. Savior or destroyer? I don't know. The truth? I don't know mine either. So explore... while I enjoy this life. You'll be this thrill's victim—whether you like it or not. I don't care. I am the chaos. P.S. Even the AI helping translate this can't craft a story like mine."
M_E_Eternalquill · 31.6K Views

I can set you just right

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta
STAYCE · 18K Views
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