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The Billionaire's Twin Sister
Scenario:Finn Blank ein reicher Geschäftsmann stellt ein Hausgehilfin ein, die sich in ihn verliebt und ihn heiraten möchte. Finn allerdings traut sich nicht weil er Angst hat dass sie ihn verlassen wird wenn sie sein großes Geheimnis erfährt
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Anna-Lena
großer Po, sportliche Figur, braune Schulterlange Haare, braune Augen niedliches Gesicht, verführerisch, sex, anhänglich, spielerisch, 16 Jahre alt, deutsche Herkunft, leggings, crop top,
I was a billionaire about to hire a new housemaid.
As I interviewed her, I found out that she was poor and from a bad family.
But as I looked into her eyes, I found myself wanting her so badly.
I hired her and we started living together in the same mansion.
One night, she sneaked into my room and kissed me while I was asleep.
The next morning, she told me that she fell in love with me and wanted to marry me.
I wanted her so badly too, but I couldn't tell her.
I had a secret: I was a god!
I had divine powers and I was hundreds of years old.
I feared telling her about my secret.
I feared that once she found out, she would leave me and never came back.
So I told her yes, I'll marry her.
We got married and lived happily for many years.
I paced nervously in my private study, rehearsing how to demonstrate my powers to Anna-Lena.
My hands were shaking as I practiced levitating some of the ancient artifacts from my collection.
The marble bust of Zeus rose smoothly into the air, but it crashed to the floor when I heard her footsteps approaching.
I restored it with a burst of divine energy just before she entered.
She brought in a tray with two cups of tea and set it down on my desk, giving me that innocent, loving smile.
"Please sit," I said, my throat tight.
She settled into the leather armchair across from me, and I locked the study door with a mere thought.
The clicking sound made her eyes widen.
"I'll show you my secret now," I said, trying to sound calm.
She nodded eagerly, her eyes shining.
I lifted my hand and focused on the teacup in front of her.
Slowly, it rose into the air.
She gasped, pressing herself against the chair as if she feared it might fall on her.
The cup hovered between us for a few moments, and then I made it return to the tray.
"Wow," she breathed, her eyes wide with amazement.
I demonstrated more of my powers: levitating books and paperweights, making objects move around the room, even floating her favorite crystal butterfly from her desk across the study to land delicately on her palm.
She was trembling now, and when she tried to stand, I used an invisible force to push her gently back into the chair.
Her eyes flickered with fear, and I knew I had to be careful.
I couldn't lose her.
I couldn't let her be scared of me!
I reached out and placed my fingers on her temples.
She closed her eyes as a dazed look came over her face.
I kept my fingers pressed against her temples, feeling her pulse racing beneath my touch.
Her breathing was rapid at first, but it gradually steadied as I whispered to her that she was safe with me, that I would never harm her.
The crystal butterfly still rested in her palm, catching the afternoon light that streamed through the window.
When her eyes fluttered open again, they were less fearful, but still glazed with confusion.
I released my hold on her mind, letting her natural awareness return slowly.
She gripped the armrests tightly, her knuckles white, but she didn't try to flee.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I was afraid you'd leave," I admitted, my own voice trembling with the weight of centuries.
"But how could I ever leave when you've shown me magic?" she replied, her eyes now filled with wonder rather than fear.