Mr. Smith
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Party of Five – Part 2
The VVIP lounge pulsed with the heat of the quintuplet sisters, the roar of the storm muffled by laughter and clinking glasses. Stranded by a delayed flight, Camila, Valentina, Sofia, Luna, and Isabela were playing “truth or truth,” unearthing their most burning stories. After Camila’s devilish tale of revenge, which left the sisters speechless, she flipped her hair back and challenged: “Let’s see who can top that, huh?” Luna stood up, her athletic body humming with energy, a mischievous smile curling her lips. “Careful, princess, ‘cause Sofia and I have a story that’ll make even Mr. Smith shake,” she said, pulling Sofia close, whose shyness masked a secret ready to…
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Party of Five – Part 1
This story is a continuation, and contains spoilers, of this one: Five The storm roared outside, turning the windows of the airport’s VVIP lounge into black mirrors reflecting five identical faces — but souls that danced to their own rhythm. Camila, Valentina, Sofia, Luna, and Isabela — blue-eyed quintuplets with bodies that defied logic and statistics — had been stuck there for hours, their flight to an exotic destination indefinitely delayed. Mr. Smith, the wealthy man who had brought them together for one explosive night in Buenos Aires, wasn’t there. Called away on business, he’d left the day before, abandoning them alone. Empty champagne flutes lay scattered across the…
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Five
They say money doesn’t bring happiness. Well, I have a lot—an obscene amount—and I’m not sad. The incredible stories I have, I’m not ashamed to say, are thanks to my incredible fortune. How should I begin telling this story? Maybe with John… One day, I got a call from John. How should I describe him…? He’s a friend, though not really what you’d call a friend, since I know almost nothing about his personal life. In truth, he’s a headhunter who works for me—but not exactly the kind you might be imagining… John is the guy who knows my taste in women, who knows I don’t have time and prefer…
