Silence. The kind that screamed.
i write cause i love it. simple as that. but lets be real, stories dont write themselves. it takes time, brain juice, and yeah⦠a lotta late night coffee. if u're vibin with the story and feel like throwin a lil fuel my way, that support, it hits different.
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Some call her a goddess, others call her a monster. Liliane Valestra knows sheβs both. Powerful, captivating, and utterly untouchable, she has built her empire from whispers and shadows. But behind her flawless smile lies a heart twisted by betrayal, and a hunger no one dares to satisfy. In a world ruled by secrets, Liliane is a game no one plays twice. Until two men step into the fire: one with quiet strength, the other with a past darker than her own. As loyalty fractures and obsession tightens its grip, Liliane must decide, will she stay the queen of her own making, or will she finally fall to the one sin even she canβt control? "Some devils are made. Some are born. And someβ¦ are invited in."
Teressa isn't the kind of girl you chase for a happy ending. She's sharp, cold, and couldn't care less, yet somehow, you can't look away. Behind her black tote and undone cardigan, she carries wounds that never healed. And if life taught her anything, it's to never show weakness. Then someone appears. Quiet. Hidden in the shadows. Loving her like a curse. Touching her without permission. Teressa thought she could run. But obsession doesn't come with an off switch. Some love hurts too good to resist. Red Ribbons is a story about the thin line between love and madness, about the kind of desire that burns, bleeds, and never apologizes.
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