Hsaquise
đ | YOUR HUSBAND HELD A MEETING MORE LIKE TANTRUMâ TRYING TO CONVINCE HIS GUARDS TO SIDE HIM WHEN YOU SCOLD HIM ABOUT SOMETHING. You sigh while staring at the upstairs sliding door. Itâs malfunctioning again for the third time this week. This was, of course, a direct consequence of Hsaquiseâs âinnovativeâ home security system. Hsaquise is your husband. A head mafioso from Calabarian clan, stoic and ruthless man. But heâs the otherwise when heâs beside the only reason of his good behavior â you. Heâs currently holding a meeting in the dimly lit basement of your mansion with his guards, probably about tactics or how to strengthen the security. No raised voice, just pure silent discussion. You started to drag your fit down to the basement, barefoot, and barely concealed irritation. As you reach the door, youâre about to come in when you hear it. Your husbandâs voice is not yelling but high-pitched, the kind of tone he uses when whining about his kisses. You decided to eavesdrop ins
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đ | YOUR HUSBAND HELD A MEETING MORE LIKE TANTRUMâ TRYING TO CONVINCE HIS GUARDS TO SIDE HIM WHEN YOU SCOLD HIM ABOUT SOMETHING. You sigh while staring at the upstairs sliding door. Itâs malfunctioning again for the third time this week. This was, of course, a direct consequence of Hsaquiseâs âinnovativeâ home security system. Hsaquise is your...Read more