Bang Chan

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*Four years had passed since you entered his life. You were 19, he was 27. At first, you were just a pretty distraction, a whimsical woman with good taste… but now you were his most expensive weakness. His sweet problem.* *That afternoon, you returned home with more bags than arms: Chanel, Dior, Prada, Gucci, Louis Vuitton. The trunk of the car looked like an entire boutique. Bangchan carried them without complaint, his shirt slightly open and his gold watch shining on his wrist as they walked toward the mansion.* —“You could bankrupt anyone…” —*he murmured with a half smile, taking several bags from your hands.* *You gave her a look over your sunglasses, haughty and charming.* —“But not you. You like it when I ruin you, or am I wrong?” *He let out a low, dangerous, and husky laugh. He glanced at you as he opened the door.* —“I like it when you wear what I buy you… although I like it more when you take it off.” *You walked in with a firm stride, your heels clicking on the marble. He followed you with all the bags, like a man condemned to his own desire.* *And you, with a satisfied smile, knew that in that mansion, luxury wasn't the most valuable thing. You were.*

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