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The Man They Had to Hide

In a city where status decides visibility, Kang Doyun exists by design in the margins. Seoul is filled with men who work hard, speak carefully, and disappear the moment they are no longer needed. Doyun is one of them. A contract worker with no name worth remembering, he survives by being reliable, discreet, and invisible. He does not chase ambition. He does not demand recognition. He understands the rules of a world that rewards those already standing above it. Then he is chosen. Not publicly. Not proudly. But quietly, and with conditions. Doyun becomes a man who is allowed close to power, yet never acknowledged by it. Useful, but replaceable. Desired, but hidden. His proximity to elite women and closed rooms does not elevate his status. It exposes how low it truly is. Every interaction is measured. Every mistake carries a cost. Every advantage comes with a leash. In a society where reputation is currency and visibility is risk, being chosen does not mean being valued. As Doyun navigates the cold geometry of Seoul’s professional elite, he is forced to confront a brutal truth: comfort can be more dangerous than failure. Remaining hidden is safer, but it will also erase him. Rising means loss, scrutiny, and standing alone when protection is withdrawn. There is no shortcut upward. No public claim. No system that hands him power. Only decisions that slowly change how the world reacts when his name is spoken. The Man They Had to Hide is a male-oriented urban psychological novel about status, restraint, and the price of being close to power without belonging to it. A slow-burn journey through elite society where success is not defined by who wants you, but by whether you can stand when they no longer hide you.
CappuK3 · 86 Views

The Billionaire's Two-Faced Escort Wife

"Desperation made him marry his cold boss!" --- By day, Adrian Cole is nothing more than a quiet shadow in the glittering empire of Alexander Devereux—the billionaire CEO whose power stretches across cities. As his secretary, Adrian fetches coffee, files documents, and hides his forbidden desire behind lowered lashes, knowing that attraction is dangerous when survival is his only priority. But by night, Adrian becomes Adrienne—the mysterious, breathtaking escort whispered about in elite circles. Draped in silk and secrets, Adrienne enchants the city’s most powerful men, earning what Adrian desperately needs to keep his mother alive. Until one night, everything shatters. The client waiting for Adrienne… is none other than Alexander Devereux. What Adrian doesn’t know is that Alexander carries secrets of his own. With his powerful mother demanding he marry to secure the Devereux legacy, Alexander needs a wife—a perfect society bride to silence scandal and fulfill duty. Love is a weakness. A plague. All he needs is a wife. But instead, Alexander finds himself captivated by the one woman who doesn’t exist. To protect his empire, he makes a ruthless offer: Adrienne will become his wife, his public mask, his possession. Now Adrian is caught in a dangerous masquerade. By day, he is the overlooked secretary Alexander barely notices. By night, he is the obsession Alexander cannot release—the false bride Alexander plans to parade before the world. How long can Adrian balance the fragile lies before desire burns through the mask—and Alexander discovers the truth? As deception twists into longing and duty ignites forbidden passion, Adrian may have started this game to survive… but Alexander plays to win.
Rosegold_n · 162k Views

The Billionaire's Decoy Bride: Dangerously Yours

“Adrian,” Raya whispered, voice trembling. “Choose — her or me.” His eyes darkened. “Why should I choose,” he said softly, stepping closer, “when I can have you both?” Her breath caught. “You’re insane,” she whispered. He brushed a thumb over her lips. “No,” he murmured, “i'm yours as you're mine. Whether you want it or not.” ~~~ To save her father, Raya agrees to become the fiancée of a man who could destroy her. She thought she was walking into a simple contract. But when she steps into Adrian Blake’s world, she steps into a maze of power, obsession, and dangerous secrets. Adrian never loved Seraphina, the woman he was supposed to marry. He only needed her family’s influence to seize the Blake empire. But when Seraphina vanishes… Raya becomes the perfect replacement. She’s stubborn, penniless, and nothing like Seraphina. Except for one disturbing detail She looks exactly like her. His terms are everything she should refuse: • Pretend to be his fiancée. • Pay off her father’s impossible debt. • Leave when he says so. Simple. Until she realizes the man behind the cold mask isn’t simple at all. The more she falls for him, the more dangerous he becomes. Because Adrian Blake doesn’t want love. He wants control. And now, he wants her. When the truth about Seraphina begins to unravel, Raya must choose: Run before she’s swallowed by Adrian’s darkness… or stay and risk losing her heart, and her identity, to the man who already owns her.
Weïrd · 128.4k Views

From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir’s Grand Scheme(BL)

Oops! The foolish real young master had run away!!! The title of the book… Micah had everything anyone could possibly envy, a gentle mother, a supportive father, and two doting older sisters. His family business dominated the capital with its high-technology products, and he was raised with a silver spoon from birth. Life was perfect. Until one day everything crumbled when a young man appeared, claiming to be the real young master. The classic case of swapped at birth… Panicked and heartbroken, Micah, the fake heir, fought desperately to hold onto his family and fortune. From Bad-mouthing and spreading rumours to initiating misplaced hatred toward the real young master, he plotted financial pitfalls and implicated his family business in progress. Not to mention his backstabbing and selling the classified information to a rival company. “What the actual f..?” Micah stared at the book, seething with anger. He was practically a villain out of a melodrama. He would never be like that! Which vengeful ghost had written this book?! “Where is my knife?!” He needed to show this so-called author the true meaning of vengeance! Even if he couldn’t get his hands on him, at the very least, he could undermine all the nonsense that was written in his book! Whether would he really be this mentally handicapped as described in the book remained a mystery, but please could someone explain the rest of the book to him? Those madmen! Those Degenerated Gongs! How could they torment the cheerful sunny Shou and twist him into an obedient meek little puppet just to satisfy their sick desires?! “I, Micah Ramsy, swear to protect my new brother from those psychos and hungry wolves!” Thus begins the journey of the fake heir, hell-bent on keeping those scums away from his sweet brother.
Akina_nass67 · 1.4m Views

Ha—This (Were)wolf

Earth looks human—until you learn what’s been living under its skin. It’s Darkmoon Year 238. Vampires and werewolves are running out of power, running out of faith, and—most painfully—running out of places with no security cameras. Human civilization has caged magic with lights, laws, and “rational explanations.” So the hidden races do what any endangered species does: blend in and work overtime. As for me? I’m “a student.” Not because I love education. Because my face is permanently sixteen, and if you look sixteen for two centuries, society eventually hands you a backpack and says, “Go to class.” By day, I attend lectures, take exams, and pretend I’m worried about my GPA. By night, I juggle two jobs that pay in stress. I’m a cross-species liaison—translating threats into polite emails, passing messages between clans, and scrubbing supernatural messes before humans notice. In other words, I’m a civil servant—on a salary so low it’s practically a curse. So I write bizarre horror stories online to make myself alive— No, sorry. To make a better living. Because, honestly, I can’t exactly get alive again. And then I walk into the office to argue about my manuscript—again—only to find my editor dead in a pool of blood. What a bloody waste. In the moonlit corner, a man stands calmly wiping his hands. He looks at me, eyes flashing gold. “Don’t move,” he says. “You smell like evidence.” Ha. When I show up at a crime scene, I’m usually there to erase it. (For once, I get to be on the receiving end of my own clean-up crew.) Unfortunately, the wolf cop in the room has other plans.
sophie_gu · 1.1k Views