The Unsaid Pleading | PerthSanta

The Unsaid Pleading | PerthSanta

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The whole city's legal community knows Santa as "The Next Generation's Voice." At twenty-nine, he's famous for his cool, collected courtroom demeanor and a string of high-profile wins. He's the golden boy, a portrait of unwavering poise. But this perfect image is about to be shattered by a case that forces him to confront the ghost of his past. The new case seems simple enough at first glance-a property dispute. Yet, as Santa delves into the details, a familiar chill runs down his spine. The file contains names and places that trigger memories he's spent a decade trying to bury, a past filled with a love he thought he lost forever. The trauma he's suppressed resurfaces, threatening to dismantle the polished professional he's become. The real blow comes when he sees the opposing counsel. Perth. The man he hasn't seen since that fateful night. The one person who knew him completely, before the walls went up. Suddenly, the courtroom isn't just a place for legal battles; it's a stage for a painful reunion. Santa isn't just fighting for his client anymore; he's fighting to keep his past from consuming his present, all while facing the one person who holds the key to the heart he thought had turned to stone.
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Perth Tanapon was a man of control-cold, precise, untouchable. As the CEO of Riser Music, his world was ruled by discipline, silence, and carefully maintained distance. Love was a distraction, emotions were weaknesses, and attachments? Out of the question. Then came Santa. A neonatal nurse with a sharp tongue, an infuriating smile, and absolutely no fear of him. Santa was warmth where Perth had only ever known cold, chaos where Perth had built order, and the first person to ever push past his walls like they never existed at all. What started as a game of wits-teasing glances, fleeting touches, power struggles disguised as flirtation-soon spirals into something neither of them can control. Because control was never meant to last. Not when Santa made losing feel so damn good. And Perth was never letting him go.

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