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BLURB: This collection contains, age-gap, taboo relationships. Some cravings are whispered in secret. Others are too twisted, too forbidden, to ever say out loud. Until now. Sinful Fantasies is a collection of sinful, unapologetic tales where the rules don't apply and the boundaries are meant to be broken. Step into a world where the lines between right and wrong blur in the heat of passion. They're off-limits, They're wrong, And they're exactly what you've been aching for. Indulge the fantasies you’re not supposed to have.

Ruchee had long forgotten what it meant to live for herself. Since the day life stole both parents from her and left a fragile little sister in her trembling hands, she became everything at once, mother, father, shield, and sacrifice. She built her world from sleepless nights, ruthless decisions, and endless risks, caring for no one beyond the thin line of blood that tied her to the only family she had left. People were distractions. Friendship was unnecessary. Love was a luxury she could never afford. For Ruchee, survival was simple: keep moving, keep fighting, and never let anyone close enough to become another weakness. Until one night, everything was ripped away. Abducted without warning, Ruchee woke up inside a world she never knew existed, a lavish empire drenched in money, sin, and human desperation. There, beneath crystal chandeliers and behind the smiles of monsters dressed in silk, she was no longer a woman. She was merchandise. A rare prize. One of the highest-valued items in the most notorious underground auction where the powerful came not to bid for possessions, but for people. Men with blood-stained fortunes and godlike influence watched her like hungry predators, each number called dragging her closer to a fate worse than death. But among them stood one man. An extraordinary billionaire feared even by the underworld itself. Untouchable. Merciless. A collector of dangerous things. And the moment his eyes settled on her, Ruchee realized the auction was only the beginning. Will she find a way to escape before her freedom is sold to the highest bidder? Or will she become the most prized possession of the one man no one dares to refuse?

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.

I went home for the holiday season. However, the most annoying person in the family, Karen, had shown up with her brat of a son, Toby. Karen was the wife of my father's younger brother. Every limited-edition figure and model kit in my display case had been used as toys, taken apart, and smashed to pieces. I was so angry I almost blacked out from my blood pressure rising. Karen cut me off first. "Oh, our VIP is finally awake? He's just a kid, and he does not know any better. Speaking of which, Toby is turning eight next year. Now that you're rich, you should at least give him a big present, right? Eight thousand dollars has a nice ring to it." My parents had a dark look on their faces as I forced my anger down. "Sure, Karen. That amount is nothing, but we need to be proper with the timing, right? I promise I'll give him a big one on the actual New Year's Day!" Then I took out my phone and saved the invoices for everything he had destroyed so I could print them out later. You wanted a big present, right? Fine. I would make it a big one!

Jillian had been living and enjoying her life peacefully; doing whatever she wants whenever she wants. She couldn't ask for more. Who wouldn't want a peaceful life? Until one day, she bumped into a seemingly mysterious guy in a gray hoodie who was being chased by some crazy girls and he even had the audacity to kiss her to save himself! She thought he was only a random guy that she won't ever meet again, just like the rest of the people she bumped to on the street, until he came back and offered her something she couldn't refuse in exchange to pretend as his fake girlfriend for the next two months. And in their two-month charade, it wasn't easy. It wasn't all sunshines and rainbows, especially when you're dating a famous idol.

In my family, everything was decided by a blind box draw. Even on the day my twin sister and I were born, my parents used a blind box to decide who would be the older and younger sibling. My sister, who was born four minutes before me, drew 'The Beloved Little Daughter'. I drew 'The Responsible Elder Sister'. For 18 years, my parents would place two blind boxes in front of us for everything—from picking our bedrooms and clothes to deciding who got the chicken drumstick. I always ended up drawing things like 'Clean the Entire House' or 'Eat the Chicken Wing Tips'. Meanwhile, my sister always got 'The Latest Princess Dress' or 'Secret Edition: Family Vacation'. Whenever I felt upset, my parents would always say, “That’s fate. Whatever the blind box gives you, you have to accept.” That was until my 18th birthday. My parents brought out the blind boxes again. This time, I drew 'The Right to Attend College'. My younger sister, the girl who had been spoiled and cherished her entire life, drew 'Work in a Factory'.