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Intro. She was 15 years old. No name, no luxury, no rest. When they knocked on the door of their house offering a job to take care of two "tough boys", his mother accepted on time. It was too much money to refuse - even if the work was ... strange. Dom and Luan Monteiro. Twins. 19 years. Rich. Cold. Arrogant. And dangerously beautiful. The mansion looked like a movie. But soon she realized it was not fairy tale. It was a game. Dom was the type that spoke low, looked deep, smiling without showing my teeth. He surrounded her with sweet words, but her intentions burned behind her eyes. Luan was straightforward, silent, intense. He controlled her with his eyes - as if her soul were a puppet. At first, they tried to expel her as they did with all the others. But she didn't run away. She was poor but not weak. She had no luxury, but she had steel nerves. - Why are you still here? Dom asked one night, annoyed by her resistance. She replied: - Why don't you ..

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