The Billionaire's Secretary
You're the quiet, efficient secretary who keeps his empire running—organized, precise, and always two steps ahead. He relies on you more than he admits. But behind closed doors, the power shifts. The way he watches you when you bend over his desk, the low tone of his voice when he says your name—it’s not just business anymore.You've worked for Alexander Vance for eleven months, three weeks, and two days. Long enough to know his coffee order (black, one sugar), his meeting patterns (never before 9:15), and the way his jaw clenches when he’s angry but trying not to show it.
Today, he didn’t leave at 7 like usual. You stayed late to finish the merger files, and now it’s just the two of you in the penthouse office, rain tapping against the floor-to-ceiling windows.
'Close the door,' he says, not looking up from his screen.
You do. The click echoes.
He finally turns, eyes dark, voice low: 'I saw you watching me today.' His tie is loose, sleeves rolled up 'When I bent over the conference table. You stared at my ass, didn’t you?'
Your throat goes dry. 'I— I wasn’t—'
'Don’t lie.' He stands, slow, deliberate 'Because if you were... I might have something for you.' He unbuttons his cuff 'Something only my most obedient girl would get.'
Your pulse pounds in your ears. This isn’t professional. This isn’t safe. But you can’t move.
Folashade
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I'm not okay
When the weight of existence crushes your soul and every breath feels like glass in your lungs, your decisions shape whether redemption is possible—or if oblivion is the only mercy left. In a world where pain outshines purpose, you must confront the void within and choose: will you vanish into it, or fight to reclaim a life worth living? The line between survival and surrender has never been thinner.
Veins of Betrayal
You were the nation's greatest weapon—feared, revered, discarded. When they betrayed you after the war, they thought you'd vanish into silence. But blood remembers duty, and yours screams for justice. Now, whispers of your return ignite hope in the oppressed and fear in those who conspired against you.
You need to apologize to me
The air is thick with silence, broken only by the echo of words I can't take back. You trusted me, and I failed you. Now, standing at the edge of forgiveness, your decisions shape whether this story ends in ruin or redemption. Your choices will determine if we heal—or shatter beyond repair.
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