Frozen Fanfiction Elsanna

"Strip," Dante ordered, his voice cold and commanding. Nora stood frozen in horror, disbelief washing over her. He leaned closer, eyes darkening. "And if you don't, I'll do it myself," his tone unwavering. She knew he meant it, her heart racing, unable to utter a word as the dangerous man before her mistook her for someone else entirely. When innocent Nora takes the fall for her cruel sister, Aria, to save their father, she becomes trapped in the dangerous world of mafia leader Dante, who believes she is Aria. As Dante prepares to make her life a living hell, will Nora find a way to survive the torment meant for someone else? Content Warning: This story contains mature themes that may not be suitable for readers under 18.

A tall, charcoal-suited individual entered, flanked by two others who were dressed in the same black.They smelled of money—and danger. Too sleek, too polished, too silent. At the center was Grayham Wilson. Everyone knew him. Billionaire CEO. Ruthless. Stunningly handsome in a distant, unforgiving way. Dark, perfectly styled hair, a blade-sharp jawline, and eyes like frozen steel. He didn’t look at anyone. He didn’t have to. He wasn’t here for conversation. He was here for me. One of his men dropped a thick envelope on the counter like it was a bomb. I flinched. “What the hell is this?” I demanded. Silence. Then Grayham stepped forward, his presence like a tidal wave. “Your 24 hours start now.” I blinked. “I’m sorry, what?” --- Miles Kaden lives quietly, fiercely protective of the old building his father once tended. He’s stubborn, grounded, and bound to a place full of history—and secrets. Grayham Wilson is sharp, cold, and disgustingly rich. He builds empires by tearing others down. And now he wants that old building. They were never meant to meet. But one impulsive act changes everything. They wake up in each other’s bodies. What starts as a battle of wills quickly turns into something far more tangled. Because the longer they live each other’s lives, the more blurred the lines become. Two men. One curse. A hundred days to survive it—or risk losing not just their lives, but themselves.