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  1. vanalas
    The late afternoon sun bathed the room in golden light, casting a warm glow over Gael as he sat comfortably on the edge of the bed. His soft silk robe draped elegantly over his frame, his hair gently tousled. There was a beautiful glow on his face, the kind that only love could leave behind. He held his phone to his ear, a tender smile gracing his lips. “So,” he asked, his voice playful and teasing, “how did the big meeting with your dad go, Mr. Sandoval?” Alex chuckled on the oth
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    Gael shot upright in bed, drenched in cold sweat, his chest rising and falling rapidly as if he had been drowning and just surfaced for air. His eyes were wide, frantic, darting across the balcony, trying to distinguish dream from reality. His pulse thundered in his ears, and his hands trembled as he grabbed at the bedsheets. “Alex?” he whispered hoarsely. The spot beside him was cold. Empty. His breath caught. His nightmare still gripped his mind like a vice, wrapping itself
  3. vanalas
    Thank you so much 💓 💗 💛 💖 glad we're done with that. Right now, I'm all in this story
  4. vanalas
    Ian’s nostrils flared as he glared at Sam, shaking his head like a man grasping at reality that was slipping between his fingers. “You’re lying,” he growled, his voice hoarse with fury and disbelief. “There’s no way in hell you could’ve pulled this off. To get something like that… to get those shares… you’d need a presidential signature. And I don’t remember signing a damn thing.” Sam smiled slowly, his expression calm—too calm. The kind of calm that only infuriated Ian further. “
  5. vanalas
    Ian probably feels betrayed right now. Better sleep with one eye open
  6. vanalas
    I thought Ian was your guy, you're switching up on him 😭
  7. vanalas
    Carlos stood frozen, his breath hitched somewhere between disbelief and fury, the name still lingering on his tongue like acid. “Sam…” he whispered again, like he was trying to convince himself that it wasn’t a hallucination brought on by stress, that his brain hadn’t finally betrayed him. But Sam didn’t disappear. He didn’t vanish like a mirage in the desert. He walked forward. Each step he took into that office felt like it dragged the past behind it — memories that ha
  8. vanalas
    Ian sat on the edge of the couch in the Sandoval mansion’s grand sitting room, his back hunched, fingers trembling ever so slightly as the family doctor gently wound a thick, white bandage around his bloodied head. The painkillers had dulled the searing ache behind his eyes, but they couldn’t touch the fire simmering inside him. Rage boiled quietly beneath his skin—rage at Gael for humiliating him, for laying his hands on him… here, in his own damn house. But beneath that rage, buried deepe
  9. vanalas
    This is so cunning 😂 😂 😂 😂
  10. vanalas
    The kitchen was warm and filled with the delicious scent of freshly cooked food—rosemary, lemon, slow-cooked beef, creamy mashed potatoes, a tray of buttered green beans, and a peach cobbler cooling on the counter. Gael stood by the stove with a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The last of the dishes was done, the rice was fluffed, and he began scooping food into sleek black lunch boxes one by one. Each spoonful was a silent apology. Every carefully packed container whispered
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    The conference room was sleek and modern—glass walls, polished mahogany table, and chrome-accented chairs that circled a massive boardroom screen. The company logo gleamed proudly on the screen: SANDOVAL GLOBAL—a name once untouchable, now teetering on the edge of scandal. Ian stood at the head of the table, impeccably dressed in a navy-blue suit, his expression hard as granite as he clicked through slides on the screen. His voice echoed through the room, strong and unwavering. "...and
  12. vanalas
    The soft rustle of leaves filled the quiet garden as Carlos, eyes still red from crying, sat hunched over on the stone bench beside Gael. He sniffled, rubbing his face with the sleeve of his sweater, forcing a small, tired smile. “Thank you for coming,” Carlos said hoarsely, his voice strained from the sobbing. “I… I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t come. It means everything to me.” Gael sighed, folding his hands between his knees. His eyes remained ahead, avoiding Carlos’
  13. vanalas
    Natalie lol 😆 😆 😆 how did I forget about her. I'm sure she's either cooking up something or following up Carlos like a bodyguard
  14. vanalas
    We'll have a serious meeting with him😁😁😁😁
  15. vanalas
    Where Love Lies Book 2: Ch. 05 Comments, critiques and tips are welcome! *** Mia stumbled into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her with trembling hands. Her vision was a blur, tears rushing down like a torrential storm she could no longer control. Her body moved on its own—numb, fragile, betrayed. She walked toward the bed but didn’t make it far before her knees gave out, and she collapsed to the floor, right beside it, sobbing wildly. Her cries were raw, filled with ye
  16. vanalas
    I too have no idea 👀👀👀👀 maybe it isn't Alex. Or is it? 🤔🤔
  17. vanalas
    Thank you so much 😊😊 😊 he had it coming, he only had himself to blame. If you had been there, if you had seen it. I bet you you would have done the same 😁😁😁
  18. vanalas
    OMG... I'm so humbled. Thank you so much for this. And you're welcome onboard, I try to be as good as I can be. Looking forward to hearing more from you in future 🙏
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    Gael stormed into the bedroom, his steps unsteady, his face pale as death. The door slammed behind him and he locked it, as if he could somehow shut out Ian’s voice that was still echoing in his skull. Troy… tied up… bruised… screaming… Gael clutched his head, his breathing heavy as he stumbled to the window. He pushed it open and leaned out slightly, desperate for air, the cool breeze hitting his face like a slap. He gripped the window frame tightly, his knuckles going white as he sta
  20. vanalas
    Gael descended the wide marble staircase, his expression calm and unreadable. He looked sharp—he always did—with his dark gray suit fitting him like a glove, every step graceful and composed. His fingers moved quickly over his phone screen, sending a text without missing a beat. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he lifted his head—and instantly caught sight of her. Ophelia. She stood directly in front of him, arms crossed, her perfectly manicured nails digging into the sleev
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    Antonio’s eyes raked over Miguel shamelessly, drinking him in like a man who had been parched for years. Every movement Miguel made—every soft shift of his hips, the way he tilted his head, even the casual way he smiled—was pure torment for the older man. Miguel noticed it all, the hunger burning in Antonio’s gaze, the tightness in his jaw, the way his throat moved as he swallowed thickly. It was almost pitiful. A dog with a bone? No—Antonio looked like a starving wolf who had just spotted
  22. vanalas
    We're gonna find out soon, even I don't know why 😁😁😁😁
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    Miguel sat sprawled in the soft leather chair behind his massive mahogany desk, one long leg crossed over the other, the top few buttons of his black silk shirt undone to reveal his smooth, bare chest glinting slightly under the soft lighting. His signature red hair—dyed for the quarter's campaign season—was slicked back into a casual yet deliberate wave, and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, making him look dangerously intelligent and devastatingly handsome. The ro
  24. vanalas
    Obviously, he had others do it for him 🥲🥲🥲🥲 with all his hatred for gays
  25. vanalas
    Well, Ian feels he's indestructible. But guess we're gonna have to test that theory, won't we? 😁
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