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The Edge of Control

Author: Osarumwense Osakue
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-03-06 15:43:43

Michael’s POV

My body was betraying me, and I hated it.

The weight of Fernando’s body against mine, his firm grip pinning me down, sent a rush of anger through me—at him for doing this, at myself for reacting in a way I couldn’t understand.

My heart pounded, but it wasn’t fear. It was something much worse—something dangerously close to anticipation, and I refused to acknowledge it.

I clenched my jaw, pushing down the disgust bubbling inside me.

The only thing I should feel for Fernando was hatred. He had taken everything from me. My sister. My peace. My future. And yet here I was, feeling… heat?

No. It was the tension, the adrenaline. That’s all it was.

Fernando’s dark eyes locked onto mine, full of something wild, something unhinged.

This wasn’t the same man who I had left in the meeting earlier. Something had shifted in him.

I have seen him ruthless, calculating, cold—but not like this. This was raw, primal.

It was as if he wasn't trying to control any of his dark thoughts anymo
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