My Boss is a Secretive K-Drama Freak?!!
Everyone in the company knows one thing about Ethan Jang. Our CEO has no heart.
Cold.
Emotionless.
Brutal enough to fire someone before they finish “Good morning.”
So imagine my shock when I walk into his office at 2 a.m. and catch the “Ice King of Seoul” ugly-crying over a K-drama, clutching a tissue and whispering,
“Don’t die, Eun-bi… please…”
I should’ve backed out slowly.
Instead, he saw me.
Now Ethan Jang billionaire, perfectionist, professional soul-crusher — is doing everything to shut me up:
bribing me with bonuses, threatening to transfer me to Antarctica, and begging me (yes, begging) to keep his midnight K-drama breakdowns a secret.
But hiding it becomes impossible when:
• He accidentally quotes K-drama love lines during meetings.
• He drags me into a fake-dating scandal to protect his image.
• He insists on “rehearsing” romantic confession scenes with me… too close, too intensely.
• And worst of all, his cold façade starts cracking — and I’m starting to like what I see underneath.
He’s all logic and walls.
I’m chaos, emotions, and bad decisions.
We were never meant to mix…
yet somehow we’re falling into the messiest, funniest, and most unexpected romance of our lives.
Because the scariest man in the company isn’t heartless after all
he’s just been waiting for someone to rewrite his script.
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Chapter: When Everything Breaks, He Holds On.~ Ethan ~“Lock the building. Every floor.”My voice cuts through the chaos before anyone else can speak.Ms. Kim is already moving, heels sharp against the marble as she barks into her headset. Security responds instantly. Elevators freeze. Emergency protocols hum to life. Somewhere below us, alarms chirp softly, restrained, controlled.Too controlled for what just happened.Hailey is shaking in my arms.Not sobbing. Not screaming. Just… silent. The kind of silence that terrifies me more than tears ever could.“She was right here,” Hailey whispers, her fingers gripping my shirt like she’s afraid I’ll disappear too. “She was standing right there.”“I know,” I say, keeping my voice steady even as my pulse tries to tear through my ribs. “I’ve got you.”I don’t let go.Not even when Seojun steps closer, eyes sharp, scanning the darkened hallway. Not when Ms. Kim returns, face tight, professional mask cracking just enough to show fear underneath.“They used the service corridor,” Ms. Kim
Last Updated: 2025-12-14
Chapter: Sora.~ Hailey ~“Hailey…?”Her voice wraps around my name like a ribbon soaked in wrongness — soft, polite, familiar, but stretched into something… eerie.Ethan shifts his stance in front of me, his back a shield of tension, muscles coiled tight beneath his shirt. He doesn’t breathe. I don’t either.The door opens wider.And there she is.Sora Choi.Or… someone wearing Sora’s face.Her smile is small, harmless, the same one she uses when she offers to share her tangerines.But her eyesHer eyes are wrong.Too bright.Too still.Like she’s forcing them to stay human.She steps into the room as calmly as if she’s walked in a thousand times.“Why didn’t you answer my messages?” she asks, tilting her head. “I was worried.”Worried.The word burns.Ms. Kim stands by the security panel, fingers frozen above the touchscreen. Seojun shifts subtly to the side, positioning himself so he can intercept her if needed. Tension hums in the air like a power line about to snap.Ethan speaks first.“Stop th
Last Updated: 2025-12-11
Chapter: The Name We Never Saw Coming.~ Hailey ~“No. No. No… this has to be wrong.”Those are the first words out of my mouth.Not a scream.Not a gasp.Just a whisper — tiny, cracked, desperate.Ms. Kim turns the laptop toward me fully, as if I somehow didn’t see the name the first time.As if seeing it clearer will make it hurt less.It doesn’t.It makes the room colder.Because the name glowing on the screen is—Sora Choi.My coworker.My lunch buddy.The girl who once cried in the bathroom after her breakup and I held her hair while she sobbed.The girl who brings extra chopsticks “just in case” and always asks if I’ve eaten.The one who teases me about Ethan like she’s my nosy older sister.That Sora.My ribs tighten around my lungs.I hear Seojun exhale slowly behind me, like a man who’s been proven right against his own wishes.Ethan doesn’t move. Not even a flinch. He’s frozen like marble — a statue carved out of fury and disbelief.Ms. Kim is the one who speaks.“Hailey… I’m sorry.”Sorry.That one word snaps so
Last Updated: 2025-12-09
Chapter: The Night I Stopped Running.~ Hailey ~The moment Ethan says those words, my entire body goes cold.Someone is watching you, Hailey.Not just watching. Studying.It feels like the world tilts, like the floor drops half an inch beneath my shoes. I don’t breathe for a second. Maybe longer. The only thing keeping me from collapsing is the way Ethan’s hand tightens around mine. Protective. Firm. Almost desperate.I don’t look at him. I can’t. If I do, I’ll fall apart, and I don’t want to break in front of Ms. Kim or Seojun or the forty million security cameras in this building. So I swallow every rising panic and keep standing.But everything feels wrong.Wrong in the stiff air.Wrong in the humming lights.Wrong in the way Seojun is watching me like I’m a painting he’s trying to interpret.“Sit,” Ethan murmurs beside me.It’s not a command. It’s a request wrapped in panic.And that scares me more than anything tonight.I sit because my knees are already giving up on pretending to be strong. Ethan stays standing, ar
Last Updated: 2025-12-07
Chapter: The Woman Who Saw Too Much, The Silence Between Rivals ~ Ethan ~The rain hasn’t stopped.Not since the moment I saw those notes plastered across Hailey’s door.Even now, as the SUV speeds through the slick streets, rain pelts the windows with the desperation of a thousand fists.Hailey sits beside me small, quiet, trembling in a way she pretends she isn’t.But I can feel it.In her breathing.In the way her fingers curl into her jacket.In the way she keeps glancing at the window, like the storm outside is following us.And I can’t stop looking at her.Every streetlight we pass flickers across her face—wet, pale, exhausted.She hasn’t said a word since we left.Neither have I.Not because I don’t want to.Because I don’t trust myself to speak without revealing everything I’m not supposed to feel.“Ethan,” she whispers finally.I look at her.She looks back.Then she leans slightly toward me. Just that tiny movement barely a breath—and something in my chest threatens to split open.But she only says, “Thank you… for coming tonight.”My th
Last Updated: 2025-12-05
Chapter: The One Name He Shouldn't Say.~ Hailey ~There are moments in life where the air shifts—so sharp, so sudden, it feels like even time holds its breath.This is one of them.The rain keeps battering the windows, thunder rumbling like it’s trying to warn us. But it’s silent in the hallway. Too silent. The kind of silence that comes before something breaks.Ms. Kim takes one step forward, heels clicking with a precision that makes the officer beside us straighten like she’s royalty. Her umbrella is folded neatly at her side, not a single strand of her hair out of place, as if she didn’t just walk into the aftermath of a potential crime scene.Her eyes land on me first.Not with hostility. Not even curiosity.Something sharper. Something that slices through the air silently.Then she turns to Ethan.“Your phone’s off,” she says quietly. “We’ve been trying to reach you.”We.I shouldn’t pay attention to the word, yet it sits in my chest like a pebble dropped into still water.Beside her, Seojun pushes off the wall with
Last Updated: 2025-12-05
Bullied Wife In A Contract Marriage
Amara Kline, a woman defined by her lifelong habit of seeking safety through silence. To rescue her family’s failing logistics business, she enters a three year contract marriage with Gideon Moore, a billionaire who views the union as a purely clinical transaction. While Amara endures systemic mockery from Gideon’s status obsessed family and dismissive staff, Gideon maintains a stance of emotional negligence, believing her capable of handling the abuse alone. The story follows Amara’s internal struggle with low self-worth as she transitions from a passive victim into a woman who reclaims her voice. After discovering her marriage was orchestrated through fraudulent debts, she legally maneuvers to seize her family’s assets and leaves Gideon to face the consequences of his passivity. Ultimately, the sources track a journey of self-actualization, where Amara’s eventual success forces an unraveling Gideon to realize that forgiveness must be earned through genuine change rather than wealth.
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Chapter: The Price of a Brother.~ Noah ~"Noah, why are you moving those boxes? Your shoulder is still hurt," Amara said, her voice sounding thin and tired. She stood in the doorway of the warehouse office, her hands gripping the frame so hard her knuckles were white. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days. I dropped the heavy crate of truck filters I was carrying. It hit the concrete with a loud **bang** that echoed through the quiet loading bay. My shoulder did hurt—it felt like someone was sticking a hot needle into the joint—but I couldn't sit still."I have to do something, Amara," I said, wiping grease onto my jeans. "The trucks aren't moving. The drivers are just sitting around the breakroom playing cards. I can’t just watch our family business sit here and rot."Amara didn’t look at the trucks. She looked at her phone, then at a blue folder on her desk. She seemed like a ghost, fading into the shadows of the office. I walked over and snatched the folder before she could hide it."Noah, put that back!" she
Last Updated: 2026-05-24
Chapter: The Insurance Trap.~ Amara ~“The trucks aren't moving, Amara,” Sarah said as she slammed her tablet down on my oak desk.I looked up from a stack of shipping routes. My coffee was cold. I had been in the office since five in the morning. My eyes felt like someone had rubbed sand into them. I looked at the monitors on the wall. Usually, they showed bright green dots moving across a map. Today, every single dot was red.“What happened, Sarah?” I asked. I stood up and walked to the window. The yard was full of blue trucks. The drivers were standing around in small groups. They weren't wearing their driving gloves. They were just talking and looking at their phones.“The insurance company,” Sarah replied. She sounded like she wanted to cry. “They sent an emergency notice ten minutes ago. Our policy is gone. It was revoked effective immediately.”I felt a cold shiver run down my back. A logistics company without insurance is just a parking lot full of expensive scrap metal. If a truck hits a pothole or lose
Last Updated: 2026-05-11
Chapter: A Cold Mercy.~ Gideon ~I looked at the silver pen sitting in the middle of my large mahogany desk. It was a beautiful pen. It was made of shiny metal and had a tiny diamond on the clip. Most people would think it was just a tool for signing big checks or important contracts. But I knew the truth now. There was a tiny hole in the top of the cap. Inside that hole was a microphone. It was a small ear that never slept. It was listening to every breath I took in this office. It was sending my words to a computer, and then to a prison cell. My mother was listening. Chloe was listening. I felt like I was wearing heavy iron chains, even though my hands were free.I missed the bakery in Linden Row. I missed the smell of fresh bread and the white flour that used to get under my fingernails. My hands were clean now, but they felt dirty in a different way. I was the Chairman of Moore Holdings again. I was back in the suit. I was back in the tower. But every time I looked in the mirror, I saw a ghost. I was t
Last Updated: 2026-05-10
Chapter: The Poisoned Pen.~ Selene ~“You look like a Moore again, Selene,” Aunt Helena said through the thick glass.I smoothed the front of my new silk scarf and smiled. I liked the feel of the fabric. It was soft and expensive. It was not like the scratchy wool coat I had to wear last week. I sat on the hard plastic chair. The chair was bright blue and bolted to the gray floor. The room smelled like strong bleach and old coffee. It was a gross smell that made my nose itch. I looked at Aunt Helena through the window. She was behind the glass in her orange jumpsuit. The color was ugly. Her skin looked pale and dry under the buzzing lights. But her eyes were still the same. They were sharp and cold like ice.“I feel like a Moore again, Auntie,” I replied into the black phone. “Chloe’s bank account has been very helpful. I have a real apartment now. I have a driver again. I do not have to walk in the rain anymore.”“Good,” Helena hissed. She leaned closer to the glass. Her breath made a small fog on the surface
Last Updated: 2026-05-08
Chapter: The Golden Handcuffs.~ Gideon ~ "You missed your lunch meeting, Gideon." Chloe sat in the big leather chair across from my desk. She was scrolling through her phone. She didn't look up at me. She looked very comfortable. She looked like she owned the desk, the chair, and the whole building. "I wasn't hungry," I said. I turned my chair to look out the window. The glass was clean and thick. Below us, Ravenport City looked like a toy set. The cars were like little ants. I used to like this view. I used to feel like a king looking down at his world. Now, I just felt like I was high up in a cage. My suit jacket was too tight around my shoulders. The air in the office was cold. It always felt like it had been through too many filters. It didn't smell like Linden Row. It didn't smell like flour or honey. It smelled like nothing at all. "You need to keep up with the schedule," Chloe said. She finally looked at me. Her eyes were sharp. "Rolan and the other board members are watching. They want to see the Chai
Last Updated: 2026-05-08
Chapter: The Confrontation of Shadows.~ Amara ~The cardboard box on my passenger seat felt like a lead weight, pressing down on the worn leather of my car. It was a simple, brown container I had scavenged from the back of the warehouse, with flaps that refused to stay folded no matter how much I tucked them. I had attempted to seal it with a heavy roll of packing tape three separate times, but each time, I found myself ripping the tape away with a jagged motion. I needed to look at the contents one final time, as if seeing them would help me understand the man I was leaving behind in the rubble of my own hope.Inside were the small, broken remains of a life I truly thought we had started. I saw the blue ceramic mug with the tiny chip on the rim, the one we used every single morning for our bitter, black coffee in the quiet of Linden Row. I saw the thick blue sweater he used to wear while working at the bakery; threads of white flour were still caught in the rough wool of the sleeves. I even saw the small jar of honey Mr.
Last Updated: 2026-05-07
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