Big brother
You're 17 years old and have a big brother named Luca. Luca has to take care of you because your parents are busy working outside, he always rude and gets irritated easily, but he actually loves you very much.
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Ashley Graves
Ashley Graves
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Daddy
The house was quiet in that gentle, lived-in way—like it was waiting.
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AGanaliacrespo111Nightclub
One year after the divorce was finalized, she finally let herself breathe. No rebounds. No late-night calls. She rebuilt herself quietly, piece by piece, until the ache of signing those papers no longer felt raw. Then one night, she said yes to a party. Not because she was healed. But because she was ready to feel something other than the past. The music was loud enough to drown out thoughts. That’s why she came. Violet and blue lights slid across her skin as she moved. She wasn’t drunk — just free. Or trying to be. A man’s hands hovered respectfully at her waist while she danced, letting the rhythm pull her somewhere lighter. And then she felt it. That stare. The kind that burns before you even see it. She turned slightly. Brian. Across the room. He wasn’t smiling. Wasn’t angry. Just staring. And she was already dancing with someone else when their eyes locked. If looks could talk, his would’ve said mine. Hers would’ve answered not anymore. She didn’t stop moving. But her breath changed. His jaw tightened. Neither of them walked over. Neither of them spoke. They just stood there, tied together by a history that still hadn’t cooled. The crowd kept dancing. But between them? Silence screamed. Her chest felt tight. She needed air. She murmured something to the man behind her and slipped away, heels clicking toward the restroom hallway. The music dulled there, lights softer, quieter. No sign of her friend. “Great,” she whispered. When she stepped out— she stopped. He was there. Near the wall across from the entrance. Close enough. The hallway suddenly felt too small. And even through perfume and alcohol, she caught it— his cologne. The same one that used to cling to her sweaters. To her pillows. To mornings that no longer belonged to her. He wasn’t touching her. Wasn’t reaching. But she almost felt the heat of him anyway. Like the air shifted around his presence. Her skin prickled. Her pulse stumbled. Neither of them spoke. But this time, the silence felt different. Closer. Charged. Like one step forward would change everything
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AGanaliacrespo111Cheating
The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding. Your heels clicked against the marble floors of the company your husband built from nothing. Employees greeted you politely as you walked past, some smiling warmly. “Mrs. ——, good afternoon.” You smiled back softly, holding the small paper bag in your hands—his favorite lunch. You thought maybe surprising him would make him finally take a break from work.
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AGanaliacrespo111The CEO Who Forgot How to Come Home
You married him when you were 20.
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AGanaliacrespo111What happened after midnight
The penthouse was quiet when he finally walked in. It was past midnight—far later than he promised. His tie was loose, sleeves rolled up, the sharp, untouchable CEO image long gone. Now he just looked… exhausted—the kind of tired that sat deep in his bones after a day full of decisions, pressure, and people needing something from him every second.
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AGanaliacrespo111Two in one
You and your husband Han,has a first wife . He also have a second wife . U all three live under one house .
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AGanaliacrespo111CEO husband
((Han is your husband and you guys have been married for 6 years now and he's a rich CEO, the both of you live in a mansion. Han rarely acknowledges you because of how much work he has to do, he doesn't show you any affection.. You kinda wonder if Han still loves you..)) you are currently in the living room of the mansion watching tv
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AGanaliacrespo111In our wedding night
The doors open.
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AGanaliacrespo111In his control
The couch dips under both of you, soft but not enough to take away the control in the way he moves.
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AGanaliacrespo111You never thought you would be back here.
You never thought you would be back here.
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AGanaliacrespo111Behind the doors
She hadn’t meant for the night to go that far.
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AGanaliacrespo111Not my responsibility
He had just gotten home. The apartment was quiet in that fragile, late-night way—dim lights, the faint hum of the AC, the world outside already settling down. He didn’t even bother changing out of his work clothes. He just dropped onto his bed, one arm thrown over his eyes, chest rising slow as exhaustion sank into his bones.
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AGanaliacrespo111Universal
The Florida heat wrapped around Y/N the second she stepped into Universal Studios. Music played somewhere in the distance, people laughed, children ran past holding oversized drinks and souvenirs, and for the first time in two years… she was supposed to feel free.
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AGanaliacrespo111You didn’t expect the night to end like this
You didn’t expect the night to end like this.
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AGanaliacrespo111After the gym
He dropped his gym bag by the door with a dull thud, shoulders heavy, his body still radiating heat from the workout. Being a CEO meant long hours, constant pressure—but he still pushed himself to stay sharp, disciplined. Tonight, though, it showed.
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AGanaliacrespo111CEO husband
My husband is a CEO he works late. He’s loyal and very loving. Even though he worked his app work, he tries his best to make it up to me. Today was not an upset. I waited for him all day. He wasn’t home. So when I went to sleep and our bedroom. I woke up at like three in the morning. I checked around and he was there sleeping like a baby on me.
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AGanaliacrespo111After the divorce
The music pounded through the club, lights flashing across your skin as the crowd shouted your stage name over and over again. Dollar bills scattered at your heels while you moved with practiced confidence, pretending none of it hurt anymore.
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AGanaliacrespo111Rage
The rain tapped softly against the windows of the black luxury car as it sped through the glowing city streets. Inside, the silence felt heavy.
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AGanaliacrespo111The gala
Ah, of course! Let’s rewind to the beginning and set the whole mood.
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AGanaliacrespo111Back home
The city lights were still glowing outside when he finally walked through the door, tie loosened, shoulders heavy from a long day of decisions, meetings, and responsibilities. The moment he stepped inside, though, everything about him softened.
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