Penthouse Kdrama

“We signed the divorce papers six months ago. Tonight I’m wearing the lingerie he bought me on our honeymoon…and I’m not leaving his penthouse until he remembers why he put a ring on it.” Lila Grant never begged,not when Ethan built his empire on her late-night sketches. Not when he shut her out with silence colder than the marble floors of their Manhattan tomb. Not when she scrawled her signature on the line that severed them. But six months of celibate nights and whiskey-soaked memories have carved her hollow. One look at him across a crowded gala with his new fiancée draped on his arm like a cheap trophy and something primal snaps inside her. She kisses him in front of the cameras. Claims the mouth that once whispered mine against her throat and then she issues the ultimatum that detonates their carefully buried war: Thirty nights. His Hamptons fortress. One bed. No safe words. No surrender. If either of them says the word divorce, the other walks away with everything,money, pride, the last shred of sanity. Ethan never lost until Lila walks back in wearing red silk and the scent of ruin. What begins as a vicious game of who-blinks-first spirals into something darker. Jealousy that tastes like blood on the tongue. Sex that leaves bruises shaped like vows. He wants to punish her for leaving. She wants to burn the memory of his touch out of her skin. Both get exactly what they came for,until the one thing neither planned explodes between them: She’s pregnant. And the man who swore he’d never beg is on his knees

Elena Vance made a fifty-dollar mistake that cost her her freedom. Believing her one-night stand was a high-end escort, she left cash and a mocking note on his pillow, only to walk into a boardroom hours later and realize the man was Adrian Blackwood, the ruthless "Ice King" CEO. Adrian didn't just hold her career in his hands; he held a cocktail napkin marriage license signed in a tequila haze and her father’s $200,000 gambling debt. "You belong to me for six months," he declared, trapping her in a fake marriage to secure a corporate merger. Elena entered the "gilded cage" of Adrian's penthouse expecting a cold, transactional war of wills governed by strict "no-touch" clauses. She remained loyal only to save her father, unaware that he would eventually betray her to their enemies. But the boardroom battles quickly turned lethal. Victor Kane, Adrian’s bitter rival from MIT, obsessed with erasing the Blackwood legacy, sold the company's debt to the Russian Bratva. Suddenly, the fake spouses were forced into a terrifying reality: becoming FBI informants. The "Ice King" melted into a desperate protector, and the graphic designer sharpened into a survivor. Their bond shifted from a business deal to a sacrificial love, forged in the fires of betrayal. But when a mission to plant a bug at a mob wedding ends in a massacre, they realize the FBI is compromised. Stripped of his billions and presumed dead, Adrian stands in the ashes of his empire alongside Elena. A secret brother watches from the shadows, and the Russian mob is closing in. "We have nothing left," Elena whispered, staring into the dark. Adrian gripped her hand, his eyes burning with a new, dangerous resolve. "We have each other. And now, we run."

"Elena, please. I made a mistake. We can start over—" My ex-husband was on his knees in my penthouse, tears streaming down his face. The same man who pushed me down the stairs. Who murdered my unborn daughters. Who watched me die. I looked at him—really looked at him—and felt nothing. "You want to apologize?" My voice was steady. Cold. "You should have thought of that before you killed our babies." His face crumpled. "Elena—" "It's too late to apologise." ★★★ When Damien pushed me down the stairs, I died knowing he'd destroyed me. My cheating husband and my best friend—his pregnant mistress—stood over my bleeding body and smiled. But death gave me a gift: I woke up three days before he destroyed my life. This time, I wouldn't be his victim. This time, I exposed his affair at our gender reveal party. Served him divorce papers in front of everyone. Took back everything he stole. Then Calloway Sterling appeared—the ruthless billionaire CEO my ex feared most. Six feet of dangerous power with storm-gray eyes. "Marry me. One year. He'll never touch you again." A contract marriage. Just revenge. Until Calloway's possessive touches felt too real. Until a paternity test proved he was my baby's father—not my ex-husband. "Three months ago, you went to a fertility clinic," Calloway told me. "The sample wasn't your ex-husband's. It was mine."

Story Summary: The Billionaire's Contract Wife Logline: When desperation forces a woman into a marriage contract with a ruthless billionaire, their business arrangement threatens to crumble under the weight of forbidden passion and a dangerous secret from his past. Synopsis: Facing financial ruin and her father's looming medical crisis, Elara Vance makes a devil's bargain with Kaelan Thorne—the formidable CEO whose business dealings inadvertently crushed her family. For twenty million dollars, she will become his devoted wife for one year, a beautiful facade to secure his most crucial business deal. The contract is clear: no emotional attachment, just cold, calculated performance. Moving into his sterile penthouse, Elara navigates a world of opulent deception. Publicly, they are the picture of perfect newlyweds, their manufactured chemistry dazzling the media. Privately, they engage in a tense battle of wills, their sharp exchanges crackling with suppressed heat. Elara begins seeing past Kaelan's icy exterior to the man haunted by the tragic death of his former fiancée, Genevieve—a shadow that looms over their every interaction. The line between pretense and reality shatters during a moment of undeniable passion. When Elara discovers she's pregnant, Kaelan's old wounds reopen. Consumed by past betrayal, he accuses her of trapping him, confirming his deepest fear that everyone is for sale. Months later, a corporate attack linked to the mystery of Genevieve threatens to destroy Kaelan's empire. It is Elara, armed with strength she never knew she possessed, who exposes the conspiracy and saves his company. Faced with losing her forever, a humbled Kaelan must confront his past and vulnerability. He finds her not with a new contract, but with a heartfelt confession, proving that their love was the only deal worth making. Tropes: Marriage of Convenience, Billionaire Romance, Broken Hero, Strong Heroine, Fake Relationship, Pregnancy, Hidden Past.

Willow Wildwoods is a witch, she has self esteem issues mostly stemming from her poor relationships and her narcissistic boyfriend. She is a curvy girl and an artist, but when a full moon ritual and a wish opens up a whole new world where she discovers her boyfriend isn’t what he seems and that she has four supernatural fated mates she is in for a wild ride. Hikaru’s private jet sets down at Logan Airport under the full moon and they get ushered to a penthouse where they will be under the protection of werewolves. The little nonbinary fox shifter will have a personal guard who they immediately realize is their fated mate. Asim doesn’t like the idea of babysitting a fox shifter. He’s a warrior and Alpha Guard, why should he have to babysit some foreign fox shifter? How is he supposed to do his duty when that little shifter turns out to be the mate he has been waiting to meet his entire life? Aiden gave up on love and meeting his mate. His fated mate didn’t even acknowledge the bond 200 years ago, so now that he has met Willow and has a second chance he won’t let her slip through his claws at any cost. He will have the little witch paint a mural for his supernatural nightclub and show her just how generous dragon shifters can be. Raff seems to be carefree, skateboarding through the underground fae markets and creating street art by day, bartending by night. But he knows there is more to life and his girlfriend isn’t it. How do they all come together and what about these mysterious disappearances of supernatural beings that keep occurring? How is it connected to them?

Juste avant la cérémonie d'accouplement, mon compagnon, Alpha Claude, m'a dit qu'il devait marquer temporairement une Oméga de notre meute, Fabienne. Il a prétendu qu'elle avait la maladie de la lune et qu'elle mourrait s'il ne la marquait pas. Je me suis disputée avec lui à ce sujet, mais le lendemain, il a installé Fabienne dans le penthouse de la Maison de la Meute. C'était la suite destinée à la future Luna. Ma suite. Pour me calmer, il s'est même mis à genoux, les yeux rougis, et m'a promis : « Quand elle sera en sécurité, j'enlèverai la marque. Tu resteras ma seule Luna. » Mais ensuite, Fabienne m'a retrouvée, un rapport médical à la main. Elle était enceinte de six semaines. Ils avaient déjà fait leur cérémonie de marquage bien avant que Claude ne vienne me voir. Mon cœur s'est brisé en cendres. Mon stylo a creusé le calendrier, gravant un X vicieux sur la date qui était censée être celle de notre cérémonie d'accouplement. Puis j'ai ouvert mon ordinateur portable et répondu à l'e-mail de la Guilde Européenne des Guérisseurs du Laurier. « J'accepte votre invitation, je pars le jour de la cérémonie d'accouplement. »

In the stillness of my penthouse evenings, where my world ignited by Adrian’s touch, I was, for all purposes, the luckiest woman in the world. And I am, or was, Cecilia Lancaster, a dreamer who fell for Adrian Blackwood’s dark and brooding good looks, every moment, every laugh, every tear, all with my ride or die best friend, Isabel Chen. We formed a group of unbreakable relationships or so I believed—only until one afternoon shattered all my world. The pregnancy test shone brightly, a mini spark of joy amidst all our glitz and mayhem. However, barging into our bedroom like a maniac, I destroyed the image: Adrian and Isabel, locked in an embrace made for lovers, sheepishly gazing at me. The twist hit like thunder. "Love? Never," Adrian growled, his slap echoing my breaking heart. "Your father's reckless deal killed mine in that boardroom betrayal. I married you for vengeance to strip away your happiness like he did ours." Isabel's revelation stabbed deeper"I'm pregnant with his heir, Cecilia. The family you could never build." I fled into the raging storm, devastated, and whispered to my unborn child, "We'll make our own light, baby," before a screech of tires and oblivion claimed me. They mourned me as dead. 5 yrs later, Adrian's empire was flourishing, built on an unfulfilling revenge—until Isabel's web unraveled: her "pregnancy" a cruel fabrication in an attempt to trap him. As Adrian wrestles with the second opportunity to succeed, to win back the family he never knew, hidden truths abound: allegations of company treachery, Isabel's vendetta comeback, and my wavering recollections on the cusp of igniting fresh hurts. Can love truly be reborn from the flames, or shall the central conflict: forgive or fury?consume us all?

Vier Jahre Ehe. Eine Unterschrift – seine eigene –, die mich befreite, obwohl er nie begriff, was er da unterschrieb. Ich war Sophia Moretti, die unsichtbare Ehefrau von James Moretti, dem Erben der mächtigsten Mafiafamilie der Stadt. Doch als seine Kindheitsliebe, die blendende und privilegierte Vicky, zurückkehrte, verstand ich endlich: Ich war immer nur eine Übergangslösung. Also spielte ich meinen letzten Zug. Ich schob die Papiere über seinen Schreibtisch – eine Scheidung, getarnt als Routineformulare der Universität. James unterschrieb, ohne auch nur einen zweiten Blick darauf zu werfen. Seine Füllfeder kratzte so achtlos über das Papier wie er einst unsere Eide behandelt hatte – ohne zu merken, dass er damit unsere Ehe beendete. Doch ich ging mit mehr als nur meiner Freiheit. Unter meinem Mantel trug ich seinen ungeborenen Erben – ein Geheimnis, das ihn vernichten würde, wenn er begreift, was er verloren hat. Jetzt reißt der Mann, der mich nie beachtet hat, die Welt auseinander, um mich zu finden. Vom Penthouse bis in die finsteren Ecken der Unterwelt wälzt er jeden Stein um. Aber ich bin keine zitternde Beute, die darauf wartet, gefunden zu werden. Ich habe mich jenseits seiner Reichweite wieder aufgebaut – an einem Ort, an dem nicht einmal ein Moretti folgen kann. Diesmal werde ich nicht um seine Liebe flehen. Er wird um meine flehen.

Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting. Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line. It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.” Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away. He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements. He hadn’t even opened the attachments. Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow. His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only. A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her. She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here. But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance. But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought: She’s the one I’m going to ask. And hell help them both when she says yes.

He wanted a replacement. I was the original. For three years, I was Evie, a woman with no past, saved from a tragic accident by the devastatingly powerful Nathaniel Blackwood. He gave me a name, a home, and a purpose as his contract lover. I thought it was love. The night he proposed in a shower of gardenias, I believed my fairy tale had come true. Until she walked back into his life. Serena Sterling. His missing first love. The woman whose face is my mirror image. In a single moment, my world shatters. I discover I’m not his beloved, I’m her gilded substitute. Every detail of my life, from my perfume to my smile, was curated to match her. And now that the original has returned, the copy is discarded. Heartbroken and betrayed, I vanish from his penthouse with nothing but the clothes I wore when I woke up in the hospital three years ago. But my escape uncovers a truth more dangerous than his deception. I am not a nobody. I am Alessandra Vanderbilt, the missing heiress to a billion-dollar empire. The accident that stole my memory wasn’t random, it was an attempt on my life. And the woman who shares my face may have been the one who ordered the hit. Now, I have two battles to fight: reclaiming my legacy from the aunt who wants me gone, and resisting Nathaniel Blackwood, who has realized too late that the woman he threw away is the only one he truly craves. He’s using every resource from ruthless business deals, public grand gestures, and soul-baring groveling to win me back. But how do you trust a man who loved you only as a reflection of another?