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4y_mh
𝙃َِ𝘮َِ𝘰َِ𝘥َِ𝘺َِ 𝄬 :
الكمندور 💔🥰
2026-08-10 16:28:28
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takaidinne
قبوج تقي الدين❤ع-ازال🏘سطيف💍 :
قصة عشق بين فارس عوض والدون ليس لها نهاية هنا استفز بلاتير كريستيانو فرد عليه كريستيانو في الميدان ذهب فارس عوض وذهب كريستيانو عن الريال ودارت الايام وعلق فارس على كريستيانو في النصر وعلى اول هدف لكريستيانو بعد عودة فارس عوض الى التعليق في الدوري السعودي ويقول كل اهدافك لهم ولك لكن هذا لي هل اخبروك هل تستقبلني هل تختبرني يا كريستيانو يا كريستيانو
2026-08-11 18:37:26
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user675265144045
وهبي نوري :
كانت اجمل سنة فهد العتيبي وفارس عوض ورؤوف خايف وعصام الشوالي تحفيظ الدراجي كانو كلهم في عز تعليقهم ومعاهم سوار الذهب يالله على ايام اجمل كرة قدم وانتهت بفوزنا بالعاشرة
2026-08-11 19:35:03
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imad__195
🐺🐺🐺Wolf hunter🐺🐺🐺 :
من اجمل المباريات ابتي شاهدتها مع هذا المعلق
2026-08-10 20:02:21
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2026-08-10 18:59:38
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bazhdar.mohamad
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2026-08-11 20:36:20
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abdalatou
..𝐚.𝐛.𝐝.𝐚.𝐥𝐥.𝐚.𝐡.. :
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2026-08-10 15:43:15
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Los Sawadogo :
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2026-08-10 15:42:38
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Abdi 🦋⚽🏆 Arsenal 🤞 :
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2026-08-10 15:43:11
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مبا 111 :
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2026-08-10 22:05:20
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محمد المين الف :
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2026-08-10 22:14:47
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Big Boss :
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2026-08-10 22:28:31
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othman.dovaz
قصبي 💫 :
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2026-08-11 06:03:06
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Nobody had ever seen Lena Schuett’s face. Not the media. Not the investors. Not the employees who had worked for Schuett Holdings for years. Not even most of the board members. There were rumors, of course. Some said she was old. Some said she was disfigured. Some said she was hiding from the public because she had done something terrible. One particularly creative business magazine once described her as “the ghost controlling one of Asia’s most powerful corporations.” Lena had never bothered correcting them. She actually found it funny. The only person in the entire company who had seen her face was her secretary, Jayna Stevens. And even Jayna didn’t understand why her boss cared so much about remaining anonymous. Until she figured out one very important thing. Lena wasn’t hiding because she hated people. She was hiding because she was busy. Very, very busy. Specifically, busy following her wife around. “Miu, you forgot your water.” “I didn’t forget it. It’s right there.” “You’ve been looking for it for ten minutes.” “Because someone moved it.” “I moved it.” Miu Taechamongkalapiwat slowly turned around. Her eyes narrowed. “Why?” “Because you weren’t drinking enough.” “Lena.” “Yes?” “I’m 26 years old.” “I know.” “I can drink water without supervision.” “I know.” “Then why are you supervising me?” Lena simply held the bottle out. “Drink.” Miu stared at her. Lena stared back. Five seconds passed. Ten. Miu finally sighed and took the bottle. “You’re annoying.” “You love me.” “I tolerate you.” “You married me.” “That was a lapse in judgment.” Lena smiled behind her mask. “Too late.” Miu tried not to smile. Unfortunately, she failed. Because this was how their life worked. To everyone else, Lena was simply Miu’s manager. Quiet. Professional. Always wearing a mask, cap, sunglasses, or some combination of the three. She handled Miu’s schedule. She carried her things. She made sure Miu ate. She made sure Miu got enough rest. She stood behind the camera during shoots with the same intimidating silence that made assistants straighten their backs whenever she walked past. Nobody questioned it. After all, Miu was one of the biggest models in the country. Having an overly protective manager wasn’t exactly unusual. What nobody knew was that Miu’s mysterious manager was actually her wife. And what nobody knew about that was even crazier. Lena Schuett the woman whose name appeared in Forbes articles and financial reports was standing three meters away from them. And she was currently holding Miu’s genmaicha milk tea. Her billion-dollar empire could wait. Her wife needed her milk tea . That afternoon, Miu was shooting a campaign for a luxury fashion brand. The studio was crowded. Photographers. Stylists. Makeup artists. Assistants. Models. Everyone was rushing around. Miu stood in front of the camera wearing a stunning black dress, looking like she had stepped straight out of a magazine cover. Lena stood behind the monitor. Silent. Arms crossed. Watching. She had been watching for almost an hour. Everything was fine. Until the male model assigned to the campaign walked over. His name was Adrian. He was handsome. Tall. Confident. And, apparently, completely unaware of personal boundaries. “Great shot,” Adrian said. Miu smiled politely. “Thank you.” “You look amazing.” “Thanks.” Adrian stepped closer. Too close. Miu instinctively moved backward. Lena noticed. Her eyes immediately narrowed. Adrian laughed. “You know, I think we should grab dinner sometime.” Miu blinked. “Dinner?” “Yeah.” “I don’t think—” “You’re free tonight, right?” “Actually, I—” Adrian placed a hand on her waist. Miu immediately stiffened. Her smile disappeared. “Can you—” Before she could finish, Lena was already walking toward them. Fast. Very fast. Jayna, who had been standing nearby, saw her boss approaching. Her face dropped. “Oh no.” The stylist looked at her. “What?” Jayna whispered, “Move.” “Why?” “Just move.” Lena stopped directly in front of Adrian. She looked at his hand. Then at his face. Then back at his hand. Continuation ⬇️ #lenamiu #miu #lena #fanfiction #fyp
Nobody had ever seen Lena Schuett’s face. Not the media. Not the investors. Not the employees who had worked for Schuett Holdings for years. Not even most of the board members. There were rumors, of course. Some said she was old. Some said she was disfigured. Some said she was hiding from the public because she had done something terrible. One particularly creative business magazine once described her as “the ghost controlling one of Asia’s most powerful corporations.” Lena had never bothered correcting them. She actually found it funny. The only person in the entire company who had seen her face was her secretary, Jayna Stevens. And even Jayna didn’t understand why her boss cared so much about remaining anonymous. Until she figured out one very important thing. Lena wasn’t hiding because she hated people. She was hiding because she was busy. Very, very busy. Specifically, busy following her wife around. “Miu, you forgot your water.” “I didn’t forget it. It’s right there.” “You’ve been looking for it for ten minutes.” “Because someone moved it.” “I moved it.” Miu Taechamongkalapiwat slowly turned around. Her eyes narrowed. “Why?” “Because you weren’t drinking enough.” “Lena.” “Yes?” “I’m 26 years old.” “I know.” “I can drink water without supervision.” “I know.” “Then why are you supervising me?” Lena simply held the bottle out. “Drink.” Miu stared at her. Lena stared back. Five seconds passed. Ten. Miu finally sighed and took the bottle. “You’re annoying.” “You love me.” “I tolerate you.” “You married me.” “That was a lapse in judgment.” Lena smiled behind her mask. “Too late.” Miu tried not to smile. Unfortunately, she failed. Because this was how their life worked. To everyone else, Lena was simply Miu’s manager. Quiet. Professional. Always wearing a mask, cap, sunglasses, or some combination of the three. She handled Miu’s schedule. She carried her things. She made sure Miu ate. She made sure Miu got enough rest. She stood behind the camera during shoots with the same intimidating silence that made assistants straighten their backs whenever she walked past. Nobody questioned it. After all, Miu was one of the biggest models in the country. Having an overly protective manager wasn’t exactly unusual. What nobody knew was that Miu’s mysterious manager was actually her wife. And what nobody knew about that was even crazier. Lena Schuett the woman whose name appeared in Forbes articles and financial reports was standing three meters away from them. And she was currently holding Miu’s genmaicha milk tea. Her billion-dollar empire could wait. Her wife needed her milk tea . That afternoon, Miu was shooting a campaign for a luxury fashion brand. The studio was crowded. Photographers. Stylists. Makeup artists. Assistants. Models. Everyone was rushing around. Miu stood in front of the camera wearing a stunning black dress, looking like she had stepped straight out of a magazine cover. Lena stood behind the monitor. Silent. Arms crossed. Watching. She had been watching for almost an hour. Everything was fine. Until the male model assigned to the campaign walked over. His name was Adrian. He was handsome. Tall. Confident. And, apparently, completely unaware of personal boundaries. “Great shot,” Adrian said. Miu smiled politely. “Thank you.” “You look amazing.” “Thanks.” Adrian stepped closer. Too close. Miu instinctively moved backward. Lena noticed. Her eyes immediately narrowed. Adrian laughed. “You know, I think we should grab dinner sometime.” Miu blinked. “Dinner?” “Yeah.” “I don’t think—” “You’re free tonight, right?” “Actually, I—” Adrian placed a hand on her waist. Miu immediately stiffened. Her smile disappeared. “Can you—” Before she could finish, Lena was already walking toward them. Fast. Very fast. Jayna, who had been standing nearby, saw her boss approaching. Her face dropped. “Oh no.” The stylist looked at her. “What?” Jayna whispered, “Move.” “Why?” “Just move.” Lena stopped directly in front of Adrian. She looked at his hand. Then at his face. Then back at his hand. Continuation ⬇️ #lenamiu #miu #lena #fanfiction #fyp

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