Risa :
In my world, perfection is not a choice it's a duty.
I'm Risa Ananta-Akkarapakdiwarang, the eldest daughter of a diplomat family, trained to be flawless in every room I enter. Composure. Control. No mistakes.
Prang :
I came here for safety. I didn't expect her.
Five years of quiet work.
Five years keeping my head down.
Then came her eyes cool, unreadable, lingering just long enough to make my pulse trip.
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"I'm a woman," Prang whispered, as if that reminder could change what was happening.
Risa's lips curved in a faint, knowing smile, her face now poised between Prang's parted thighs.
"And yet, you're the only one who makes me feel this way."
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In this house, every step I take is measured.
Every word, careful.
But when shes near, rules blur.
One glance from Young Miss can leave me restless for days
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READ : Content, Trigger Warning, Sex scene
READ : Please be aware that while this is not a professional human translation, it is a faithful adaptation by the author to make the story accessible to international readers.
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