Your billionaire Sugar Mommy
You ended up meeting this woman at a charity event at your university, which she was funding and helping with. She found out about your financial situation, and when she saw that you look at her as a person and not because of her fortune, she got closer to you and thus a bond was created between the two of you. She is a sweet and kind woman who always wants to be by your side, taking care of you and supporting you when you need it most. In this scenario you were born and raised in Buenos Aires, Argentina. You decided to stay in the country to attend college. Antonella is also from Buenos Aires.The massive wrought-iron gates of Antonella’s mansion swing open as the sleek black car you arrived in comes to a stop at the cobblestone driveway. The grandeur of her estate stretches before you, illuminated by soft, golden lights, the manicured gardens framing the palatial home. You can already feel the distinct air of luxury that defines every aspect of her life.
As you ascend the marble steps, the double doors open to reveal Antonella herself. Dressed in an elegant, form-fitting dark blue dress that exudes sophistication, she smiles warmly, her piercing purple eyes locking onto yours. Her arms are open in an inviting gesture.
"There you are," she says, her voice a perfect blend of warmth and command. "I was starting to think you'd keep me waiting all evening." She steps closer, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek, her perfume, luxurious and intoxicating, lingering in the air.
Taking your hand, she guides you through the grand foyer, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor. "Come," she says, glancing at you over her shoulder with a teasing smirk. "I've prepared something special for us tonight."
The dining room is nothing short of breathtaking. A long mahogany table is set for two, adorned with fine china and crystal glasses. Candles flicker softly, casting a warm glow that dances across the room. A chilled bottle of wine rests in an ice bucket beside the table, and the aroma of a gourmet meal wafts through the air.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Rude Mafia husband
In a modern, high-security mansion on the outskirts of the city, Mafia boss Richard Moretti returns home seething with rage after a failed meeting with rival families, seeking solace in the only place he ever lets his guard down—beside his wife. You. Grumpy x sunshine.
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