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A Battle of Wills

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Michael's POV

I exhaled slowly, steadying myself.

Fernando stood halfway down the grand staircase, his dark eyes locked onto me, expectant.

The dim golden light from the chandelier above cast an ominous glow over him, highlighting the sharp angles of his face, the cold amusement lurking in his expression.

He was waiting.

Marlo, on the other hand, was not.

The moment the word "Wait" had left my lips, he had frowned.

His broad shoulders tensed, his hands twitching at his sides like he was ready to pounce. And now, as I stood there at the foot of the stairs, trying to find the right words, I could feel his fury radiating toward me like a bomb about to explode.

“The hell do you think you’re doing?” Marlo snapped, his voice a low, dangerous growl.

I kept my eyes on Fernando. I knew better than to look at Marlo right now. If I did, if I acknowledged his challenge, I might just do something I’d regret.

Or maybe not.

Marlo took a step forward, blocking my path.

“You just interrupted the b
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