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My finger moved on its own. His profile—blue checkmark, 4.2M followers—featured a new Story. I went back to the main video. The comments kept popping up on the screen. @TateFan420: "OnlyFans with that body? Must be earning peanuts. Who wants to see that thing undressed. Bet she smells like a seafood dumpster." @Sigma342: "Look at her thighs jiggle when she walks! Built like that and acts like she's hot? Delusional."

The app opened directly to a new post. Vanessa Crawford. Damien's fiancée. The photo had been posted an hour ago. It was taken inside what looked like an expensive boutique. The picture only showed Damien from behind. Black shirt. Broad shoulders. One hand tucked into his pocket. Even from the back, I recognized him immediately. My eyes went down to the caption. Counting down the days until forever. Every fitting feels more real when it's with the man you're going to spend your life with. #FutureMrsValmont

"Yasmin, why aren't you replying to me? Did you really go to visit him?" "Remember to come to me tonight. I've bought your favorite red wine." He sent a shirtless photo of himself, showing a hint of his abs. Yasmin glanced at it and swiped it away with a deadpan expression. But she accidentally tapped on the trending topic. The screen was filled with topics of Tommy getting female escorts while his wife was pregnant. All kinds of comments flooded the screen. "Is this guy sick? He's messing around with women while his wife is pregnant. How disgusting!"

What kind of men were they? He spent hours researching them, poring over articles, interviews, and social media profiles. Damon, the CEO, a financial titan with an ice-cold gaze. Elias, the enigmatic artist, his sculptures commanding astronomical prices, his interviews rare and philosophical. Kael, the athletic one, a former Olympian turned sports magnate, his smile a blinding flash. Three distinct personalities, yet all sharing that same dangerous aura, that same undeniable power. He memorized their faces, their public personas, trying to reconcile them with the faceless, primal forces that had consumed him. It was impossible. The public image was too polished, too controlled. The memory wa

The man smirk He look like he was in his twenties,with tattoos all over his body , the aura he carries screams 'i am a bloody thug' I was thankful ,it wasn't a member of the Household"how much do you want?"I ask "name your price " He laugh and so did another guy who also came out of nowhere"she thinks money will solve everything,the piece of shit"the other guy spat "Oh come on Draco,why do you hate rich girls this much" The first guy said

Her eyes twinkled. "That's creepy." "I know, but have you seen his personal pins?" Her eyes bulged out. "He's into freelance modeling or whatever. He doesn't work for anyone. I mean, he never wanted to. But he does a lot of things, Scar. He ices skates during winter in Siberia, surfs in summer, models at any time of the year with his crew and there's this blondie with cerulean blue eyes always hanging onto him in photos and videos on Tikt*k. And did I forget, he has a Tikt*k account with over a million followers? Now, tell me, am I not way out of his league? The plain Raya with Cancer whose leg is about to be amputated because my cancer is as stubborn as I am,"

she hissed and I chuckled. "He's Liam's brother Mia, have you forgotten? Now, I get why most of the people here are females," I replied, not exactly surprised by the crowd anymore. Tyler Helton is a pretty popular model, actor and designer and he has a reputation of rarely showing up at random places like cafes, clubs, and the likes, so when he does show up, girls completely lose their minds and start to hover around him like flies asking for pictures, autographs and basically just screaming and making a fool of themselves. The worst part is, there's a rumor that he's actually gay but ninety five percent of his female fans refuse to believe it.

then took my cellphone again and looked at it again. OMG! No! No! No! No, Gab. You're anti-romantic. Chill, Gab, chill! I picked up my cellphone again and then looked again at the guy who added me. His name is Xenon Vamir. Vamir? Hmm. Sounds familiar? He's handsome. A very handsome guy and he's very popular. His profile has 1 million likes. OMG! I don’t know how many hours I’ve been staring at the picture.

“Weird...” He looked at me with concern, then examined the cloth. “It's too long to be a blanket- look, it's like a sash,” he said, unfurling it and wrapping it around his waist. He posed. “Don't I look exotic? Chicks dig exotic men. Now, all I have to do is work on my accent and call myself Fabio-” “And get rid of your blond hair. White guys are about as foreign as Kleenex.”