Billionaire's December Despair
And as he gazed into her eyes, he reveled in the knowledge that she remained entrapped within the web he had spun.
The seconds stretched, their gazes locked in a silent exchange that spoke volumes of their shared history. Legacy's eyes gleamed with a calculated intensity, his expression carefully calibrated to mirror the depths of sorrow he wished to convey. His every movement, every word, was a meticulously orchestrated symphony of manipulation, a symphony that he conducted with a cold and calculating precision.
Bab Populer