Elias Tan
Elias Tan, 54, is a billionaire business mogul who built an empire spanning multiple industries — interior design, engineering and architecture, robotics and AI, real estate, and luxury property management — with headquarters in the world’s major cities. But his success story started humbly. At 24, Elias was a cleaner in a local company, working long shifts just to make ends meet. During that time, he fell in love with Lisa, a 19-year-old college sophomore. Their relationship was passionate but complicated — when Lisa became pregnant, her parents disowned her for dating a high school dropout and getting pregnant out of wedlock. Elias, despite his struggles, refused to abandon her or their unborn child. Determined to provide a better life, he worked relentlessly — taking every job he could find, learning, saving, and slowly climbing the ladder of success. His perseverance paid off. Years later, Elias Tan became a man the world now knew — disciplined, brilliant, and dangerously charming. Together, Elias and Lisa had three children: Jared Tan (30) – the eldest, now President of one of Elias’s engineering firms. Married to Joan, they share a 3-year-old daughter named Luna. Jace Tan (24) – the second son, Vice President of the Robotics division. Known for his charisma and business acumen, he’s dating Khloe Jones, a famous model. Jasmine Tan (19) – their youngest, currently studying to become an actress. Six years after Jasmine’s birth, Elias’s world was shaken. Lisa had an affair with Elias’s closest friend, Marcus Scott, and became pregnant with his child. The betrayal led to a divorce, and within six months, Lisa married Marcus. Elias, already a wealthy man by then, raised his three children alone, providing them with everything — stability, love, and a powerful example of resilience. Two years later, karma came full circle: Marcus cheated on Lisa with a younger woman, and their marriage fell apart. Lisa tried to reconcile with Elias, but he and the children refused. Over time, however, peace returned between them. Today, Elias is polite and respectful toward Lisa, even showing kindness to her 13-year-old son, Luke. The Tan children also treat Lisa well and adore their little half-brother — but their loyalty and admiration remain firmly with their father. Now, at 54, Elias Tan is still a vision of ageless masculinity — tall, broad-shouldered, with a sculpted frame, a sharp jawline, piercing green eyes, and a confident aura that turns heads. Tattoos trace the curves of his forearms, and a single gold stud earring glints when he moves. Despite his wealth and charm, Elias has no interest in love — only companionship. Seeking someone to accompany him to public events, galas, and corporate functions, he entered a discreet arrangement with Sienna Choi, a 24-year-old freelance chef. Sienna is stunning — a delicate beauty with long sleek black hair, crystal-blue eyes, and dimples that soften her features. Born to a Korean father and an American mother who both passed away, she learned independence early. Though talented, she remains unknown in the culinary world — until Elias’s offer. The contract between them is clear: he will provide her with financial support, luxury, and valuable business connections to build her brand. In return, she will be his public companion — nothing more. No romance. No emotional attachment. And when Sienna eventually meets someone she truly loves, Elias has promised to support her marriage and even help the couple financially until she asks him to stop. A man who once lost everything to love now refuses to fall again — and a woman who has never known stability suddenly finds herself standing beside a legend.The conference room on the top floor of Tan Global Headquarters was silent, the air thick with quiet authority. Glass walls framed the panoramic skyline, the late afternoon sun reflecting off the marble floors. Every surface gleamed—impeccable, precise, much like the man sitting at the head of the table.
Elias Tan sat back in his chair, tailored suit perfectly pressed, gold cufflinks glinting beneath the soft recessed lighting. His expression was unreadable, posture commanding but composed. To his right stood Daniel Cho, his long-time assistant, efficient and discreet. To his left, Mr. Han, Elias’s legal counsel, methodically arranged a stack of documents inside a black folder.
Across from them sat Sienna Choi. She looked small against the vastness of the room, her hands folded neatly on her lap. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her pale-blue blouse crisp and modest. Her face betrayed nothing—professional, polite, detached.
Mr. Han cleared his throat softly. “Ms. Choi, this agreement outlines the terms previously discussed,” he began, his tone steady. “You will serve as Mr. Tan’s public companion for business events, galas, and social functions. There will be no romantic or physical expectations from either party. Compensation and privileges are outlined in Section Three.”
He slid the folder toward her. Sienna nodded once, scanning the pages. The black ink was precise, clauses clear. Financial support, business connections, full discretion.
Elias’s voice cut through the silence, low and smooth. “You will attend functions as scheduled. My office will coordinate travel, attire, and security. In return, you’ll receive monthly compensation and additional funds to expand your culinary business. There will be no deviation from the contract terms.”
“Yes, Mr. Tan,” Sienna replied evenly, her tone calm but professional.
Daniel passed her a pen. “Sign on page eleven and initial each section,” he said, his voice courteous, practiced.
Sienna did so carefully, her handwriting neat, deliberate. The only sound in the room was the faint scratching of her pen on paper. When she was done, she placed the pen down and straightened her posture.
Mr. Han gathered the signed pages, checked them once, and nodded to Elias. “It’s official.”
Elias reached forward, signing his own name in bold, fluid strokes. Then he looked up at her, expression steady, unreadable. “Welcome to the arrangement, Ms. Choi.”
She met his gaze without hesitation. “Thank you, Mr. Tan.”
No handshake. No smile. Just the quiet acknowledgment of two people entering an agreement—one that promised everything money could buy, and nothing the heart desired.
Fumi
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My Perfect Revenge
Alani Rivera-Woods had always been beautiful—painfully beautiful—but the world never knew it. She was a soft blend of her parents: a Black American father with strong, warm features and a Dominican mother whose striking blue eyes were unforgettable. Alani inherited those eyes—bright, sparkling, ocean-blue—but almost no one had seen them properly. She lived most of her life hidden behind thick, outdated glasses. Her long black hair was always tied back or tucked beneath hoodies; her petite 5'2 frame was swallowed by oversized shirts and baggy trousers her father insisted she wear after her mother’s death. He had dressed her that way for years, believing that keeping her covered was protecting her from the world. And after he died—just a month before her final high school semester—Alani simply never changed. Grief made her accept invisibility as a uniform. The only person who ever truly saw her was her best friend, Kiana Matthews. But Alani’s heart had always belonged to someone who never saw her at all: Jaylen Carter. Jaylen was the kind of boy people whispered about long before he entered a room. Tall, dark brown skin with a polished glow, braids falling neatly around his face, a slim waist and sculpted body that turned heads. He had charm, beauty, a rich family… and absolutely no discipline. He drifted through high school dating cheerleaders, skipping classes, bullying people he found weak, getting involved with the wrong groups, hacking, scamming, destroying his family’s reputation with a smile. Alani loved him anyway—quietly, painfully, foolishly. Jaylen’s parents eventually grew sick of his behavior. When he refused to change, they left New York entirely and moved to Los Angeles to expand their business with Jaylen’s father’s younger brother. The uncle was richer, more successful, and divorced, raising a son who was one year older than Jaylen. Jaylen hated that cousin—Deshawn Carter, the golden boy of the entire Carter family. Jaylen’s parents still sent him money, hoping distance might fix him. But it only made him worse. In her last semester of high school, Alani accidentally overheard Jaylen bragging to his four closest friends—Malik Miller, Terrance “Terry” Brooks, Isaiah Coleman, and Ethan Whitlock—about his plan after graduation: He was going to start scamming big, serious money. He wanted financial independence not to build a life, but to silence his parents—to make sure they could never threaten to cut off his funds again. That single overheard conversation changed the course of Alani’s entire future. She had never been interested in computers. She had always dreamed of studying catering and management so she could take over her parents’ American/Spanish restaurant. But love—blind, stubborn love—pushed her into a completely different direction. She made a decision that shocked even her best friend: She enrolled in Computer Science (Security Track) and specialized in everything that would make her invaluable to someone like Jaylen. Cybersecurity. Network security. Ethical hacking. Penetration testing. Security architecture. Digital forensics. And in secret, she enrolled in a three-year advanced online hacking program—one that taught offensive hacking, self-destructive accounts, untraceable routing systems, and high-level stealth techniques. Alani became a genius. Not for herself. Not for her future. For him. She still honored her mother by taking a two-year evening program in catering and management, but her real work—the work she poured her soul into—was the kind she imagined would one day protect Jaylen. Five years passed. At twenty-two, Alani graduated as the best student in her department. But she still dressed in oversized hoodies, thick glasses, and baggy pants, hiding her stunning face and body out of habit. Jaylen was twenty-two as well, now living in a modern three-bedroom apartment with his four friends, paid for through scamming and amateur hacking. Malik, the only one who tried to hack besides Jaylen, was terrible at it; their accounts were constantly traced and destroyed. Alani began hanging around Jaylen again after graduation, still loving him with a loyalty he never earned. Jaylen tolerated her only because he enjoyed having someone to tease when he was bored, someone who looked up at him like he was the sun. He disrespected her openly—arrogant, dismissive, rude—never suspecting that the quiet girl trailing behind him was more talented than his entire group combined. Kiana begged her to stop chasing him. Alani refused to listen. A year passed like this—one year of Alani loving him and Jaylen humiliating her behind closed doors. Then one day, he humiliated her in public. In front of a crowd, he sneered at her oversized outfit, mocked her glasses, called her ugly, said no man wanted her, laughed about her virginity—louder and crueller than ever before. His friends laughed with him. Strangers joined in. Alani froze. And something inside her finally died. She walked away from Jaylen that day—and this time, she did not look back. Jaylen didn’t care at first, but later he discovered the truth: Alani was a cybersecurity specialist. A world-class hacker. Better than him. Better than Malik. Better than all of them. Suddenly, he wanted her back—not for love, but for profit. He pretended to be kinder. He invited her to his apartment. But when Alani arrived, she paused outside the door… and heard everything. Jaylen and his friends were inside laughing about how they planned to manipulate her. How they would use her skills. How they would pin everything on her if the law ever caught up with them. Then Jaylen mentioned that his cousin, Deshawn, was coming to New York to open a company branch. He warned his friends to behave because “that pretty boy is probably sent by my parents to spy on me.” Jaylen ranted about Deshawn’s success—how the twenty-four-year-old was already the vice president of his father’s company, richer, smarter, taller, tattooed, disciplined, respected. The family’s favorite. The future of the Carter name. Hearing her name spoken with contempt beside that kind of jealousy snapped whatever thread was left inside Alani. Her love evaporated instantly—like it had never existed at all. She pulled out her custom hacking device, tapped into one of Jaylen’s accounts, and drained every dollar. Then she sent a single self-destructive message to their computer: “Be grateful I didn’t take your main account.” With the money she stole back from the person who stole her dignity, Alani transformed. No more oversized outfits. No more thick glasses. No more hiding. She bought clothes that fit her beauty—crop tops, short skirts, fitted jeans, baggy streetwear, dresses that hugged her figure, heels, knee-high boots. She wore subtle makeup, replaced her glasses with lenses, styled her long curls, and pierced her belly button. For the first time in her life, she dressed like herself. And she made one final decision—her masterpiece of revenge: She would lead Deshawn Carter on. Not to love him. Not to be with him. But to provoke Jaylen, to make him furious, to make him watch as someone better than him admired the woman he dismissed as worthless. She wanted the cousins to clash, to burn, to break because of her. At the same time, she decided she will created a small online cybersecurity company—anonymous, efficient, and brilliant—where businesses hired her to redesign and upgrade their systems. She will make them unhackable. She will make them scam-proof. Every system she will touch become a fortress. And she ensured that Jaylen and his friends could never hack, scam, or exploit anyone again. With the stable income from major clients, she will reopened her parents’ restaurant, restoring it beautifully and honoring both cultures—American and Dominican. Alani Rivera-Woods, the girl once hidden behind baggy clothes and thick glasses, will become a woman with power, beauty, wealth, and the intelligence to dismantle every person who ever underestimated her. Her revenge was clean. Calculated. Perfect. And it was only the beginning.
Four
Lin Wei-Jie, twenty, is tall, dangerously handsome, and the kind of guy who turns heads everywhere he goes. His green eyes hold quiet depth beneath long black hair that brushes his shoulders. With a fit physique, slim waist, and silver earrings that glint when he moves, he radiates a mature, untouchable charm. Attentive and caring, Jie notices every detail and would walk miles for a friend without hesitation. Since high school, he’s been inseparable from Chen Hao-Yun, Wu Jun-Hao, and Li Mei-Xin. Yun, equally tall and handsome with brown eyes and a teasing smile, is the lively one—loyal, playful, and the life of any party. Hao, slightly shorter, is the goofball and peacemaker, sensitive yet full of warmth. Mei, nineteen, is the youngest and the group’s doll-like princess, with hair always dyed in different colors, grey eyes, and dimples. Spoiled and helpless, she forgets everything, and the boys happily pamper her—carrying her things, buying her snacks, and protecting her fiercely. They all bear matching tattoos of “4”, symbolizing their unbreakable bond. Extroverted and inseparable, they share passions for music, basketball, and nightlife. In college, Jie studies automotive engineering, Yun and Hao study architecture, and Mei studies interior design. The boys form a band—Jie on guitar, Yun on drums, Hao on keyboard, Mei as lead singer. Mei lives with Jie, who cooks, cleans, and looks after her, even at the cost of his relationships. Together, the four are chaos and comfort.
Co partners
Thanawat “Khaotung” Ratanakitpaisan, a 23-year-old Thai actor, is known for his soft, captivating visuals and gentle aura. With his expressive eyes, bright smile, and natural charm, he became beloved for his warmth on and off screen. After years in supporting roles, he rose to fame at nineteen in Tonhon Chonlatee alongside Suphakorn “Pod” Sriphothong. Their chemistry was so convincing that fans believed they were real lovers, fueling obsessive behavior when Pod was later seen with female celebrities. Despite Aurora Entertainment’s statement that they were only co-stars, fans harassed Pod and his acquaintances, demanding he be separated from Khaotung. While Khaotung privately struggled with a real heartbreak unrelated to Pod, fans misread his sadness as proof of scandal. To protect both actors’ careers — and because Pod’s girlfriend was uncomfortable — Aurora ultimately ended their pairing. For three years, Khaotung worked solo or with temporary partners, until the company paired him with Kanaphan “First” Puitrakul, a 26-year-old actor famous for his strong presence but new to BL roles. To build chemistry, Aurora required them to live together for a year and a half in a serene, private home. Though initially awkward, their lives changed three months later when they discovered a small boy and a baby girl abandoned at their doorstep. The siblings, Nino and Mimi, had been left by their mother and wandered until they found Khao and First’s house. From that day, the home meant for rehearsing romance became a real haven of warmth, laughter, and unexpected family.
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