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  1. vanalas
    Then you enter and boom, you're Leo... right on Ian's silver platter. 🤣🤣🤣
  2. vanalas
    What if Ian wins?
  3. vanalas
    Replace freddy with Ian 🥲
  4. vanalas
    The wooden bench felt cold beneath him, but Gael didn’t mind. The cold helped him think—or at least try to. Evening had wrapped itself around the train station like a slow, tired exhale. The moon glowed above in soft silver, casting shadows against the concrete and steel tracks that stretched endlessly ahead. A few pigeons shuffled nearby, pecking at invisible crumbs. The clock on the wall ticked louder than it probably should have. He sat quietly, arms wrapped around himself, a small bag a
  5. vanalas
    So what are you trying to say 😅😅😅😅😅 only way to survive is being evil?
  6. vanalas
    Eeeeeer... let me think 🤔
  7. vanalas
    I felt that like I was Gael 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 if I was him, I'd have said, yes sir!
  8. vanalas
    Quite a reputation, huh! 😅😅😅😅😅 I need to receive some message from above so I know how to proceed
  9. vanalas
    The clang of iron echoed faintly in the corridor. Ian Sandoval paced the narrow cell like a caged animal, his usually well-groomed hair disheveled, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might crack. The pristine white of his shirt, now crumpled and stained, mocked the empire he once commanded. His palms were red from gripping the bars too hard, and sweat rolled down his temples as he muttered under his breath, calculating, scheming, unraveling. He hadn't slept. Not a wink. A man lik
  10. vanalas
    Pretty sure we'll find out sooner than soon
  11. vanalas
    No,I usually wanna update like 3 chapters per week, or that's the plans
  12. vanalas
    Okay, let me call my lawyer friend. Perhaps, we can settle this amicably 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
  13. vanalas
    Gael turned on his heel, the weight of the moment crashing down on him like a tidal wave. His legs moved before his heart could keep up, but just as he reached the door, he felt a hand wrap around his arm. “Gael—please,” Alex’s voice cracked, desperate. “It’s not what you think.” Gael ripped his arm free like it had burned him. He turned, trembling, his eyes rimmed red, but no tears falling yet—his pain was too raw for that. His voice was hoarse. “Not what I think?” He chuckl
  14. vanalas
    GALEX 🥰🥰🥰🥰 WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT? 🤔 AND DON'T SUE ME, I CAN'T AFFORD A LAWYER 🤣🤣🤣🤣
  15. vanalas
    What did I do 😅😅😅😅 Alex and Gael are a cute couple. Even I'm upset Gael got to witness that 😁😁😁😁 For the question, I guess "yes"
  16. vanalas
    Alex paced like a caged animal in the middle of his living room, his phone pressed so tightly against his ear that his knuckles turned white. His hair was a mess, sticking to his forehead from sweat, and his chest heaved with every frustrated breath. “He’s been in that godforsaken prison for over forty-eight hours!” Alex growled into the phone. “They won’t even give him bail! Dad, they’re trying to bury him alive. I know Ian’s pulling strings. He’s making sure Gael never gets out. I tried t
  17. vanalas
    The glass doors swung open with a loud bang as Alex stormed in, breath ragged, sweat lining his brow despite the cool evening air. His shirt was half buttoned, tie askew, shoes soaked from running through the streets. His hair was a wild mess of curls that clung to his forehead, and his face—God, his face looked like he’d seen death itself. He had. Or worse—he’d seen the news. “Gael—primary suspect in the murder of Mia Sandoval.” The headline had burned into his retinas.
  18. 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
  19. vanalas
    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
  20. vanalas
    Thank you so much 💓 💗 💛 💖 glad we're done with that. Right now, I'm all in this story
  21. 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. “
  22. vanalas
    Ian probably feels betrayed right now. Better sleep with one eye open
  23. vanalas
    I thought Ian was your guy, you're switching up on him 😭
  24. 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
  25. 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
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