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You have a call

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last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2025-08-14 16:09:09

Lyvanne's POV

The studio buzzed with pressure, fabric rustled, machines hummed, staff moving quickly as if the very floor beneath them would catch fire if they slowed down.

I stood in the center of the busy office, a storm in heels, snapping out instructions like a general in battle. It has always been like this.

Of course it's my business, I don't need anyone to tell me what to do unless I want to go bankrupt. Giving orders was a compulsory thing I can't escape, and I can't just sit on my exe
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    Lyvanne's POV…As I stepped out of the elevator, the familiar scent of antiseptic lingered in the hospital corridor Well, no matter how luxurious hospitals looked, they all carried the same feeling. Always cold and heavy, haunted by hope and heartbreak.I tightened my grip on the bouquet of white lilies in my hand. I had come to visit one of Rovan's elderly employees, who had undergone heart surgery the previous night. Rovan had been called away for an urgent business meeting, so I volunteered to stop by on his behalf.After spending a few minutes with the grateful old man, I quietly excused myself so I could go home and rest.As soon as I stepped out of the room, the hallway outside was unusually silent, like a graveyard.I paused and scanned the environment for a while before taking a deep breath and proceeded to the elevator.My heels clicked softly against the polished floor as I headed toward the elevator

  • Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back    Pleading for Mercy

    Isabelle's POV… My knees struck the cold stone floor with a painful thud. And for the first time in years, I understood what true fear felt like. Victor lay bleeding only a few feet away, groaning with every breath, while Kelvin knelt under the firm grip of Rovan's guards. The air smelled of gunpowder and blood, and standing in the middle of it all was Lyvanne. She wasn't crying; rather, she was simply standing and staring at me as if she had seen a ghost. That expression frightened me far more than tears ever could. Why? Because I could still remember how the sound of Victor's screams echoed through the chamber, sending chills racing down my spine the moment he was shot by Rovan. The blood that pooled beneath his leg, and the sight alone was enough to make my stomach churn. The same man I believed was untouchable by anyone was lying in the pool of his blood

  • Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back    Permit Me

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