The Option
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Romance
Andrew Reid Parker, an eighteen year old was dragged to a very exclusive Masquerade Party by his mother. And by fate he danced with a very graceful and elegant girl, Reid is not stupid to know that she has a pure beauty hidden behind her mask, but to Reid's dismay—he hadn't have the time to know her. His only clue was that the girl was brunette and has emerald green eyes, and that was all he knew. He searched in every way he can and came up to three beautiful girls who were all brunette and green eyed—he has 3 options to find his girl. Will he ever choose the right option? Or will he not?
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Bangkok gleams with glass towers and hidden knives-where ambition dresses in silk, power trades in silence, and history is rewritten in boardrooms before it ever reaches the streets. In this city, where every truth wears a polished mask, he arrived unnoticed. Polite. Articulate. Forgettable-unless you were looking too closely. No one asked who he was. No one questioned why he was there. And that was exactly what he wanted. He moved like a whisper through corridors of influence, wearing calm like armor and anonymity like a crown. Every smile was calculated, every silence curated, every error intentional. He wasn't here to climb. He was here to "unmake". But then came the one man who always sees. Cold. Beautiful. Dangerous in the way quiet storms are. A man who doesn't play the game, because he built the board. He doesn't speak often, but when he does, cities shift. Their paths were never supposed to cross. But when they did, it wasn't fate. It was strategy. Two minds. One board. Too many secrets. And only one endgame. In a city of masks and mirrors, one question echoes louder than ambition- Who's playing whom?

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