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Penulis: Osarumwense Osakue
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Michael’s POV

I leaned heavily against the door, my heart beating hard against my ribcage as my mind kept on calculating on how i could escape.

The aftermath of the scuffle with Damian still lingered in my mind and i could still feel the aftereffects of my punch on my trembling fingers.

Damian wiped another smear of blood from his busted nose, the corner of his lips curling into a sinister grin.

The dim light of the room cast sharp shadows across his face, but the amusement dancing in his dark eyes sent a chill down my spine.

It was as if I was staring at a completely different person, a complete opposite to the man I thought I could actually try to fall in love with.

I should have known better.

“You know,” Damian began, his voice smooth despite the fresh blood he flicked carelessly from his fingers, “you were quite the agent, Michael. Quite the golden boy, if I remember correctly.” He chuckled, a cruel sound in the tense room. “A man of justice, honour and law. Then what happened,
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