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THE ONE SHE WANTS

THE ONE SHE WANTS

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Fri, Jul 24, 202618h 25m
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Fanfic
Blackpink
Crossover
Original Character (OC)
Self-Insert / Imagines
Jennie Ruby Jane, 29, a businesswoman who built an empire and buried every weakness along the way, a role model to millions, is dangerously obsessed with 28 year old Lalisa Manobal, an actress, a name that once lit up every screen. Now it is tied to scandal, whispers, and the alleged murder of her ex boyfriend. What starts as curiosity turns into obsession. What feels like fate spirals into something darker. Newsflash. Spotlight. Two different personalities. Serendipity. Collision. Controversy. Truth. Lies... and Love..! THE ONE SHE WANTS... . . ⚠️ Warning!! This story dives into dark romance, twisted desire, manipulation and obsession. It includes mature and potentially triggering content such as murder and psychological themes. This is purely a Jenlisa fanfic , Read only if you dare.
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FOR HER

She doesn't know what she does to me. Jennie Ruby Jane Kim walks through life like the world belongs to her. Not because she's arrogant-no. She's too sweet for that. Too soft. It's because the world wants to belong to her. People give her things without asking. Attention. Praise. Protection. Love. She gets it all. And yet-she looks at me with those wide, innocent eyes like she doesn't know how dangerous I am. If she did... She'd run. I am not safe. Not when she smiles. Not when she laughs. Not when she walks past me with that soft scent of vanilla and crushed petals and I'm left-hard and aching-behind my desk, jaw clenched, fists tight. I'm not the kind of woman people fall for. I don't date. I don't flirt. I don't feel. Except her. Always her. I am her professor. She is my student. And I am a monster with a secret between my thighs. A curse I've never let anyone see, never let anyone touch. But for her, I would destroy my rules. For her, I would ruin us both.

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