Air_Ace

Zephany Draven is a shy, clumsy celebrity journalist who is constantly ridiculed for not getting the big scoops. She is soft-spoken and easily intimidated, so she looks weak. However, behind closed doors, she's Eclipse, an altogether tougher, loud-mouthed agent and quite ruthless and efficient.

Kendrick Montclair is a gentle, positive artist who loves his family and remains optimistic despite his struggles. His gentle nature makes him easy to take advantage of. But secretly, he's Obscura, a cold, ruthless agent who is efficient and silent.

Both work as partners in a secret organization that preserves hidden truths erased by governments, yet they remain completely unaware of each other's true identities.

Their goal is to reach the highest level of clearance to access classified information. But just when they're on the verge of success, they fail.

Then, a mysterious man appears with an offer—a contract marriage in exchange for the information they desperately seek. 

Trapped with no alternative, they sign the deal, having no idea that they just married their secret partner in crime.

But neither expected what would happen next.


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Kendrick and Zephany sat by the glass wall, waiting for their food when a car suddenly crashed through. Kendrick pulled Zephany to safety just in time, but both got small cuts from the broken glass.

"Are you okay?" they asked, checking each other.

To their astonishment, the cuts healed before their eyes.

Their minds raced. "Beside me, the only person I know who has that ability is."

"No! She can't be that loud, short-tempered woman!"

"No! He can't be that silent, obnoxious man!"

"Did I marry my secret partner in crime?" They both shuddered at the thought.

Contract Marriage with My Secret Partner in Crime

They turned back toward the fairgrounds, walking slowly along the grassy path. Zephany's hands were finally free, but somehow they drifted just close enough to Kendrick's that their fingers brushed. He didn't push, didn't grab her hand. He just let the moment be.

They were still pretending, technically. But maybe, just maybe, it was starting to feel like something real after all.

As they re-entered the livelier part of the festival, the soft echo of laughter returned, mingled with the scent of roasted corn and something sweet from a cotton candy stand nearby. Zephany let her eyes wander over the booths, still glowing with warm yellow light, and she found herself oddly calm.

Pia spotted them from a few booths down and practically skipped over, her expression a mix of delight and mischief.

A Chance