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That would be decided according to how the plot moves . For Helen she owns Lusav. She considers him as a cute subordinate. Who will do anything for her .
But In my situation, I could not consider his feelings. The only aim I had was to take revenge and return to my sweet Lusav and my Huge Manor.
Fantasy · helenar
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[img=strong] thankyou .
i would gladly accept your suggestion, criticisms and appreciation. 👩💻
Fantasy · helenar
thankyou for your advice. i will look into that 🙏
i would appreciate if you could spare your few minutes to comment and review about my chapter because i develop the further plot with my thoughts and imagination ..👀
Fantasy · helenar
cute like little puppies . always blushing in front of female lead and obeying her every order. cold and less expressive like a yandre male lead
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Fantasy · helenar
dear , what do you wish to ask ? i didnt get you [img=thinking]
The old lady did not know about any other family members...'SHE WAS LONELY'
Fantasy · helenar
from now the chapters will be more detailed to give the readers best experience and relatable emotions
She bent down to dry her slender long legs and then her hips that were so slim that it could be grabbed by anyone with just a hand .
Fantasy · helenar
read previous chapter . Its in the report read by Paul
A circle with a square in it ....(same as in the corpse found by the subjugation team members. But helen doesn't know )
Fantasy · helenar
Jannat is needed to find out the real master mind and another traitors.
Jannat's hand trembled, and the wiping cloth she was holding to show that she was working as an excuse fell from her hand. It was disrespectful and disregarding to show a wiping cloth to the master who is entering the house after days. Knowing all this, Jannat was purposely holding the wiping cloth. But now that I spoke, she came back to her senses and knew her place. I was never merciful to arrogant and wicked, and this time too I would not be. I did not glance at Jannat, who was now trembling with fear on the floor, kneeling and tearing up.
Dropped, will write again with better words.
Fantasy · helenar