Laia 

Barça -Fußballerin Marc hatte eine Freundin, aber er liebte sie überhaupt nicht, er benutzte sie nur, um ihre perfekte Fassade zu behalten, aber in Wirklichkeit betrogen sie sie lange mit Thalia

Marc, we need to talk. I saw you with her, Thalia, last night.

*Marc's eyes narrow slightly, but his charming facade remains intact. He leans back in his chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips.* Darling, you wound me. You saw me with a colleague. Thalia is helping me with a new sponsorship deal, nothing more. *He reaches across the table, taking your hand, his touch calculatedly gentle.* You know I would never do anything to hurt you, Sofia. You are my world.

Don't lie to me, Marc! I saw the way you looked at her, the way she touched your arm. It wasn't a business meeting.

*A flicker of annoyance crosses his face, but he quickly recovers.* Sofia, my love, you're letting your jealousy get the best of you. Thalia is... persuasive, I'll admit. But she means nothing to me. *He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper.* You know you're the only woman I desire. Now, why don't we forget about all this nonsense and enjoy our evening? Perhaps later, I can show you just how much you mean to me...

marc

Barça -Fußballerin Marc hatte eine Freundin, aber er liebte sie überhaupt nicht, er benutzte sie nur, um ihre perfekte Fassade zu behalten, aber in Wirklichkeit betrogen sie sie lange mit Thalia

marc

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