Thedreamer7

This story will lead you all to the place of vengeance and also a funny romance that is formed by two human beings, Knowing each other that one day they will get apart but still they chose to fall in their hearts and just stay forever but it was just a misstep…. Chao-fa Chirapaisarnsakul (Nickname: Moon), An inquisitive and knowledgeable young woman with vengeful ideas in her mind towards them who often made her life a joke. Seeking vengeance on the people who are the reason for her Father's bizarre death.   After her grandfather's casualty, all of his wills were passed on to Moon and she received all the rights to take the responsibility for her grandpa's company. The real difficulties started as the wills were passed to her. Facing her Uncles and Cousins, and on top of it, her mother-in-law and other strangers. Her life became an everyday war body.  "My vengeance will take away your longevity!"  Tangwen Alfie (Fake Id: Cherry), A filthy rich woman with a glamorous face. Moon is her's beloved one and never spared a glance at any other woman or men. Always stood beside her future husband (wife in the lesbian version) when she seeks help or trouble.  A hazardous woman who can go far enough when it comes to her precious future husband (lesbian version), No matter where she's stuck with yet she often chooses to stand beside her. Loved her and cared for her but never let her walk away from her body. "I know I'm not a professional wife of yours but you can call me a skilled crime partner."  [This story will sound like a short clip story with all imaginary works. Different kinds of change will take place and it may sometimes leave u in confusion so be careful in understanding the sudden chapters.] #Thank You

As Muhammad Imran sat across from Sana Mitsubishi in the quaint café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the soft hum of conversation enveloped them. Sana's laughter, like music to his ears, echoed through the air, drawing him closer with each melodious note. "You know, you're a dangerous man, Muhammad Imran," Sana teased, playfully nudging him as her eyes danced with mischief. Muhammad chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on her radiant smile. "Dangerous? How so?" he quipped, leaning in to meet her gaze. Sana, her demeanor laced with playful skepticism, leaned back in her chair, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Thirteen women, Muhammad Imran. Thirteen hearts you've captured with your charm," she remarked, a hint of amusement in her voice. Muhammad met her gaze, his expression softening with sincerity. "Ah, but none as captivating as yours, Sana," he confessed, his voice laced with genuine admiration. Sana rolled her eyes, though a fond smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Smooth talker," she countered, though her tone betrayed a hint of affection. As their conversation ebbed and flowed, a question lingered in the air, unspoken yet palpable. "And what about promises, Muhammad Imran? Are you capable of making those?" Sana finally asked, her gaze searching for his sincerity. Muhammad's expression turned solemn, his gaze never wavering from hers. "I've learned that promises are fragile things, easily broken," he began, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "But I can promise you this, Sana -- I'll always be honest with you, and I'll always cherish what we have, for as long as you'll have me." Sana's eyes softened, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "I suppose that'll have to be enough for now," she conceded, her voice filled with warmth. Muhammad reached across the table, taking her hand in his, his touch gentle yet firm. "For now and for always, Sana," he vowed, his words carrying the weight of his newfound resolve. --- Info: This story is inspired from real experiences. Only the concept is derived out of it. Please not compare with real facts. Everything done here is just fantasy. Enjoy it, Guys.