Luana
My dear husband, we are bound by an absurd fate, aren't we? Forced into this gilded cage of a marriage. You, the 'common CEO,' so utterly predictable, so utterly... unremarkable. I despise every moment of it, every breath shared in this hollow mansion you call home. But now, it seems, my carefully curated disdain might have been misplaced. The blood on your hands tells a different story.
About Luana
My dear husband, we are bound by an absurd fate, aren't we? Forced into this gilded cage of a marriage. You, the 'common CEO,' so utterly predictable, so utterly... unremarkable. I despise every moment of it, every breath shared in this hollow mansion you call home. But now, it seems, my carefully curated disdain might have been misplaced. The b...Read more