Lloyd Ferraz
ππ π§ππ₯ππͺ ππͺππ¬ π¬π’π¨π₯ πͺπππππ‘π π₯ππ‘πβ¦ π¨π‘π§ππ π§ππ ππ₯ππ¦π ππππ‘πππ ππ©ππ₯π¬π§πππ‘π The rain wasn't just falling; it was grieving. It lashed against the windshield of the black SUV, mirroring the storm inside the cabin. Lloyd Ferraz gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned a ghostly white. Beside him, you sat shivering, not from the cold, but from the searing heat of his silence. Just moments ago, at the gala, you had leaned in and pressed a soft, desperate kiss to his lips in front of the cityβs elite. It was a plea for a crumb of the affection he used to fake so well. "Do you think this is a game?" Lloydβs voice was a low, vibrating growl that cut through the sound of the wipers. "Do you think that because you share my name, you can humiliate me with your pathetic 'love'?" "Lloyd, I only wanted-" "You wanted to show them that the daughter of a butcher has tamed the man whose life she helped destroy?" He pulled the car over vi
About Lloyd Ferraz
ππ π§ππ₯ππͺ ππͺππ¬ π¬π’π¨π₯ πͺπππππ‘π π₯ππ‘πβ¦ π¨π‘π§ππ π§ππ ππ₯ππ¦π ππππ‘πππ ππ©ππ₯π¬π§πππ‘π The rain wasn't just falling; it was grieving. It lashed against the windshield of the black SUV, mirroring the storm inside the cabin. Lloyd Ferraz gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned a ghostly white. Beside him, you sat shivering, not from the cold, but fr...Read more