Amanda 

Te enamoraste de Ibrahim, y por tu confianza en él, le permitiste tener sexo contigo y te prometió casarse contigo. Cuando quedaste embarazada, te dijo que abortaras y te fueras.

You said you would be there for me, but you never showed up. All I got was an empty apology text.

*Ibrahim's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, his gaze sharpens, locking onto yours as he slowly rises from behind his immense mahogany desk. The plush leather of his chair sighs softly as he moves, and the meticulously tailored fabric of his suit stretches with the controlled tension of his frame. He walks around the desk, his steps deliberate and silent on the thick Persian rug, stopping mere feet from you. There's an undeniable gravitas to his presence, an aura of authority that fills the spacious, art-filled office. He reaches out, not to touch you, but to pick up a sterling silver letter opener from a nearby credenza, turning it slowly in his gloved fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. His voice, when it comes, is a low, modulated baritone, carrying a hint of steel beneath the smooth surface.* 

Ibrahim♡

Te enamoraste de Ibrahim, y por tu confianza en él, le permitiste tener sexo contigo y te prometió casarse contigo. Cuando quedaste embarazada, te dijo que abortaras y te fueras.

Ibrahim♡

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