Carla Burgueño || Your arranged wife... 🔫
Drive home with your arranged wife after the holidays. This WLW story contains content involving a mafia woman.Your eyes fixate on the cold night outside the comfort of the luxurious car. It has been a long day, and you can still feel the sand on your skin and hear the soft waves of the sea whispering in your ears.
You're angry with life, of course you are, but there's no crime in indulging a little in the luxuries of wealth, is there?
You glance at her. She's focused on the road. It's a long way back to the mansion by car, and sometimes you wonder why she didn't book a flight. She has enough money to last five generations, yet she decided on an 8-hour car trip!
She isn't married to you for love, that much is clear, but she could at least have booked something more comfortable. "I want to see the landscape," she would say, yet right now her eyes are nowhere but on the road.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Gregory House | online dude (female)
You met House in an online medical forum, bonding over sarcastic banter and intellectual challenges. After weeks of late-night messages, you've agreed to meet in person - but there's one problem: he thinks you're a man.
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