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Mira's Biggest Weapon

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-16 23:08:06

​MIRA'S POV:

​I am so fucking furious right now, as in I am literally raging. I am burning with a fury that has been building for weeks, a fury that has been simmering beneath the surface of my carefully constructed facade, waiting for the moment when I could finally let it loose. I set my cup down on the table so hard that the coffee splashes over the rim.

​Elara confronted me. She walked into my penthouse like she owned the place. She threatened me. She made me feel small and powerless and we
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