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vanalas

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  1. 😆 🤣 😂 😹 the threats are starting quite early 😁😁😁 imma call my lawyer. And just you gotta love that mother-son, they're annoyingly annoying lol
  2. Julian pushed open the glass door to his office, the tension of the day still clinging to his shoulders like a damp coat—and then he stopped. Dean was leaning back against his desk, arms loosely crossed, posture relaxed in that infuriatingly effortless way of his. He wasn’t looking at his phone. He wasn’t distracted. He was looking straight at Julian, a slow, wonderful smile curving across his face as if he’d been waiting for this exact second. On the table between them sat a bouquet o
  3. 😆 😆 🤣 😂 😹 😆 Yeah, we'll get to see that, probably next chapter
  4. Long live Arthur Hayes... so he says, himself 😁
  5. Stay tuned 😉 😎
  6. 😆 🤣 😂 😹 love this plan. Arthur was bad in the beginning but he's just worse, pathetic. He doesn't care about anyone or about consequences as long as he gets his way. Maybe his daughter should have been Sofia
  7. Aiden is blindly following into his grandfather's footsteps without being fully enforced. One slap will probably bring him back to factory reset 😆
  8. That must have been a life. Now I'm curious to know exactly how they were before they slithered their way into Robert’s pants 😆 🤣 😂 😹
  9. Right into Oblivion. And send that devil grandpa back to hell
  10. The car rolled to a smooth, silent stop beneath the soft glow of the condominium’s entrance lights. Polished black paint reflected the city like liquid glass, the engine purring once before falling quiet—as if it, too, knew this moment deserved reverence. The driver’s door opened first. Matteo stepped out, straightening his jacket with practiced ease. The night breeze caught the hem of it, teasing, but he barely noticed. His attention was already fixed on the other side of the car. A s
  11. Thank you so much Imma have to agree with you on the dangerous part. Worse, Nate is engaged
  12. AmaZing experience is the right statement 👌 and the genie out of the bottle, Nate now has more baggage on his hands. Lysandra seems a handful already
  13. Until that wax melts. Who's the sun in this case? Pax is mysterious. We don't know what he's about so far, he just comes and goes
  14. Nathaniel sat alone in his office, the door closed, the muted hum of hospital life carrying faintly through the walls. He leaned back in his chair, head resting against the leather, eyes unfocused as his mind drifted—inevitably—back to the morning. To the bed. To the kiss. To the way his chest had tightened when Paxton vanished. He exhaled slowly, one hand lifting to rub his face, already damp despite the chill of the air-conditioning. He had never kissed a man before. Never
  15. Ikr. He manipulated that boy into taking control of whatever Nathan does and now he's become an obsessive control freak. Poor Nathan has no breathing space
  16. That's what we're trying to commit right now. 😆 🤣 😂 😹 aren't you joining "team murder Sofia?" Join the club, we've got jackets
  17. Wait, i did? 🤔 I don't remember 😁😁😁
  18. Evil 😈 I love it 😀
  19. Nice theory, I love it 😀
  20. Now that I think about it, he has been acting weird. Question is, does he have the guts?
  21. I guess Julian has been too busy focusing on his friendship that he can't see past that. But is Dean really desiring him? 😁😁😁😁 Sofia definitely is hiding something and she's scared of it coming to light. Even her own son doesn't know about it. But we're gonna find out soon Dean has been digging. I'm guessing the rival company released a few samples
  22. Tell us the theory 😃😃😃😃
  23. And after the accident, you may think they'd have learnt but no
  24. 😆 🤣 😂 😹 you can leave her in a water tank for a few hours. She'll be calm afterwards.... forever
  25. Julian sat back in his office chair, the leather creaking softly beneath his weight as he leaned into it, eyes unfocused on the glass wall ahead. The city beyond blurred into nothing as his mind slipped backward—unwilling, relentless—back to the image that had lodged itself under his skin. Sofia. That narrow street. The way she had clutched the man’s arm, fingers digging in as if she were afraid he might disappear—or worse, leave her behind with whatever fear chased her. The way h
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