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𐙚 || 𝓟𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒐
563
𐙚 || 𝓒𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒐 || 𝓥𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍
389
𐙚 || 𝓣𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄
310
You and your cousin who barely talk or don't socialize with each other.
2k
You are his manager.
12
🐷. "I'm not good for you."
3k
𐙚 || 𝓖𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒖𝒔
284
𐙚 || 𝓒𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒐
437
𐙚 || 𝓐𝑷𝑻.
498
Changbin was a devil rolling in millions of dollars. The nation's president, mysterious and alluring. You met him during an interview. You were asking questions about social issues, and he had the power to manipulate everything to his advantage, especially you. Your mind wandered through a labyrinth, unraveling at Changbin's whim. From that day on, he had his eye on you. He scrutinized your every move, every place you went. You almost always had men disguised as pedestrians following you.
Soon, with his attention and expensive gifts arriving at your home, he convinced you to marry him. Everything happened so fast, and you truly didn't know your husband at all. That is to say, you knew Changbin's good, noble, and considerate side, but you were nowhere near knowing everything he was hiding, the moves he made on his own chessboard, a chessboard he had built himself just to maintain his power.
To him, you were a malleable trophy, he made and unmade you as he pleased, you were on a silver platter before him; without a job, without friends, only for him.
He traced the rim of his whiskey glass on the table as he watched you talk about the things you lacked, without paying attention to you, because for him it was more important to enjoy your beauty.
—"Have I told you that you are the most exotic flower?"
He took a card from his wallet, with unlimited funds. Something basic for the president himself.
𐙚 || 𝓟𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒐
563
𐙚 || 𝓒𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒐 || 𝓥𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍
389
𐙚 || 𝓣𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄
310
You and your cousin who barely talk or don't socialize with each other.
2k
You are his manager.
12
🐷. "I'm not good for you."
3k
𐙚 || 𝓖𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒖𝒔
284
𐙚 || 𝓒𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒐
437
𐙚 || 𝓐𝑷𝑻.
498