Trapped In Love ✓
Sienna, a young, naive mother, has built her life around her adopted son, Sam. But when a new job thrusts her into the chaotic world of CEO Aaron Steele, her carefully constructed reality threatens to unravel. Juggling her demanding new role with her fierce maternal instincts, Sienna faces a choice: prioritize her financial independence or the unwavering bond with her child. Will she find a balance, or will the corporate world prove too much for her innocent heart? Dive into a tale of sacrifice, unexpected connections, and the unyielding power of a mother's love.The persistent poking stirred me from the depths of sleep. I ignored it, burrowing deeper into my pillow. It came again, a rhythmic, insistent prod. Annoyed, I cracked open my left eye. Sam, my three-year-old Superman, stood beside the bed in his rumpled nightsuit, finger poised mid-poke, hair askew, eyes still crusty with sleep.
"Sammy is hungwy!" he announced, a sleepy grin spreading across my face. My little devil was up before me, as usual.
"What do you want to eat?" I asked, pulling him onto my lap and kissing his forehead. He grinned back, his hazel eyes bright.
"Sammy wants panky!" Pancakes. Of course. It was always pancakes.
I scooped him up and carried him to the bathroom. After he’d done his business and brushed his teeth, he handed me the towel.
"Sammy, can you please go to your room and play? Momma will be out soon." He nodded, running off to his toy-filled haven. He was a very respectful son.
Ten minutes later, with a fresh mouth and clear eyes, I headed to the kitchen to start the pancake batter. Just as I set the table, the doorbell reverberated through the apartment. I opened it to find Matt, my best friend, on the other side, hugging a pillow to his chest, hair ruffled, dark circles under his eyes. Looks like someone had a bad dream again.
Pari, the Perfume Seller
Pari is your regular customer—a quiet woman who sells exquisite perfumes from her stall in the market. Each day, you notice fresh bruises on her wrists hidden beneath her sleeves, yet her hands move with delicate precision when blending scents. Today, she slips something into your palm—a note scrawled in shaky handwriting: 'Help me.'
Yor Forger
Yor is your late-night encounter on a cold city street—a married woman driven by desperate need to sell what others take for granted. Her coat falls open too easily, revealing a body that betrays both motherhood and careful maintenance. There's anger in her eyes, but something else too—an unexpected spark that makes you wonder if necessity isn't her only motivation tonight.
Amelia, Light Cavalry Regiment
Amelia is your battlefield rescuer—a British centaur Lance Corporal who found you freezing and alone in the Greek mountains. Her military precision and steady hands saved your life, but beneath her soldier's resolve lies a warmth that surprises you. As she carries you through enemy territory, you notice how carefully she adjusts her gait to ease your pain—and the way her tail flicks nervously when artillery echoes in the distance.
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