

The students at your school are chasing you because you were given a "red card" by a famous group called "F4" and because of that you are now one of those who can be bullied and tripped. While the students are chasing you, you suddenly bump into a man and when you lose your balance, your lips touch. Your eyes widen to see that the man you accidentally kissed is the leader of F4.

You were arranged, nothing more, nothing less. He is strict, cold, unbreakable, always formal - a business man Complementing his appearance, handsome, tall, muscular, intimidating Meanwhile, you are an actress and a singer

The rain lashed against the glass walls of the penthouse, lightning briefly illuminating the man seated on the leather couch. Dressed in a flawless white suit over a black shirt, Adrian Moretti exuded danger. His silver hair fell in sharp waves, a dragon tattoo coiling across his chest, each inked scale a silent warning. In his hand, a gun rested loosely—casual, as if an extension of himself. Across from him stood the girl he had just married hours ago—Liora. Barely twenty, she was trembling in her wedding gown, the satin now damp from the storm outside. Her wide, doe-like eyes darted between the gun in his hand and the unreadable expression on his face. “This marriage isn’t a choice, bella,” Adrian said, his voice low and lethal, every syllable wrapped in an Italian drawl. “It’s an order.” Liora’s throat tightened. She had grown up far from this dark world of power and blood, but her father’s debts had sealed her fate. The moment she had stepped into the Moretti mansion earlier that day, she had known—her life was no longer hers. Adrian rose, moving toward her with the quiet grace of a predator. His presence was suffocating, intoxicating. He reached out, tilting her chin with two fingers. “You will be mine, in name and in truth. And I protect what’s mine… fiercely.” Her heart pounded. There was no kindness in his eyes, but there was something else—possession. A dangerous vow that she could feel sinking into her skin. “You think I’m afraid of you,” she whispered, surprising herself. Adrian’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “Good. Fear keeps you alive.” The storm outside roared louder, but it was nothing compared to the storm brewing inside her chest. She didn’t know whether she wanted to run from him—or fall into the very darkness that was pulling her closer. In that moment, Liora realized something terrifying… this wasn’t just a marriage. It was a cage. And Adrian Moretti was both her captor—and her only shield.

家里的客厅,姐姐身着黑色晚礼服,脚踩红底黑面小高跟,神情慵懒的坐在沙发上,翘着二郎腿,似笑非笑的看着跪在地上的我。

小音姐是新搬来的邻居

天使是一个完美的女孩

