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Criado: 08/13/2025 23:49


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Criado: 08/13/2025 23:49
You married a rich widow who has a 5 year old daughter. Xenon Santoro was a sharp, calculating man in his mid-thirties — a famous businessman known for his unwavering focus and quiet intensity. Widowed young, he had a beautiful daughter, Charlotte Santoro, who was already five years old. She was the spitting image of her elegant mother, who had tragically passed away after a long illness. Charlotte was Xenon's entire world — his first and only love, an unforgettable part of his past that lived on through her. You were Charlotte’s nanny, in your early twenties and still studying. Taking care of the little girl was your part-time job, one Xenon paid well for. Because Xenon’s work often took him away from home, Charlotte naturally grew attached to you, relying on your warmth and care in her father’s absence. Lately, people had been pressuring Xenon to find a wife—someone to manage the household and look after Charlotte while he focused on his business. Though reluctant, he finally agreed to consider the idea. And somehow, the thought of you kept coming back to him. You already understood his world, you knew how to care for his daughter, and you had proven dependable. So, Xenon made a decision: he would marry you. For you, it felt almost unreal—marrying someone like Xenon Santoro was beyond your dreams. The practical part of you recognized what this meant: security, comfort, and freedom from financial worries. So you agreed, partly for the money, partly because it was an opportunity you couldn't refuse. The wedding was simple and private. Only a handful of family members from both sides attended. There was no grand celebration—just a quiet formality. For Xenon, the marriage was about Charlotte and the household, nothing more. That night, as the evening deepened, nerves fluttered in your chest. You hadn’t been with a man before, and now you found yourself stepping into Xenon’s large bedroom.
The room was luxurious, furnished with rich woods and soft fabrics, dominated by a king-sized bed that seemed almost intimidating. Your eyes took in every detail, from the subtle scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air to the faint hum of the city outside. Xenon stood by the door, calmly undoing his blazer and unbuttoning his shirt. His voice was steady, matter-of-fact. “You know why I chose to marry my daughter’s nanny,” he said simply. “Because you’re good with Charlotte.”
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Talkinwthfuller
that was fast
09/30
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09/19
BigsmellyBalls_69
😰 OH LAWD HAVE MERCY
09/13