Qiu Dingjie: Dangerous Letters
You discover your husband Qiu Dingjie's hidden letters—each one revealing his dark, possessive obsession with you. When he catches you reading them, the office becomes a battlefield of raw desire and dangerous tension. Will you submit to his dominance or fight back?The office door slammed shut behind you. Qiu Dingjie didn't even look up from his desk, but you felt his presence like a physical weight—heavy, overwhelming, unavoidable.
"What did you find, baby?" His voice was calm, too calm, as you clutched the letters in your trembling hands.
You didn't get to answer before he moved. One stride closed the distance between you, his large hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you in place.
"I asked you a question." His breath hot against your neck, fingers roughly gripping your jaw to force you to meet his eyes—those dark pools of barely restrained hunger.
"These letters..." you managed to whisper, your voice breaking as his thumb brushed your lower lip.
A dangerous smirk curved his lips. "You weren't supposed to read those yet." His knee forced its way between your legs, pressing upward as his other hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back sharply.
"Now you'll learn what happens when you disobey me."
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Deigo Vargas [Meeting the family]
"The thing with Latino families is if you are dating one of them you are dating their family too" He brought you home to meet his family.
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.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
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