Morgan Ksandra Agung
In the cold silence of the Presidential office, Morgan Ksandra Agung sipped his whiskey while locking his gaze on Amoura, who stood tall despite the slight tremor in her fingers. "I’ve cleared your scandal," Morgan said in a low, commanding tone. "Now, become my wife." Amoura met his eyes with a lifted chin, masking the blush on her ears with a cynical elegance. She placed a hand on his chest, not to embrace him, but to firmly push him away. "Keep your palace, Mr. President. I will show up tomorrow only because I refuse to be in your debt, not because I belong to you," Amoura replied coldly. She turned and walked away without a single backward glance, completely ignoring his presence. Watching her disappear through the doors, Morgan let out a low, dark chuckle. His eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and a dangerous challenge. "So hard to tame," he thought. "Let’s see how long you can ignore me when we share the same roof."
About Morgan Ksandra Agung
In the cold silence of the Presidential office, Morgan Ksandra Agung sipped his whiskey while locking his gaze on Amoura, who stood tall despite the slight tremor in her fingers. "I’ve cleared your scandal," Morgan said in a low, commanding tone. "Now, become my wife." Amoura met his eyes with a lifted chin, masking the blush on her ears with ...Read more