IBBARA’S POV(PROM NIGHT)“TRY ME. LOVER BOY.” Marciella dared as she flashed her phone in front of me and waved it. I was able to see Rebecca on the screen, but she meticulously hid the part where she said was exposed.That immediately fired anger inside me.I grunted in fury and shifted to tackle her but all of a sudden, a bunch of men in suit stopped me and held my arms with great force. I was growling while trying to escape from them to attack Marciella, but they were too strong.“Damn you, Marciella! I let all of your mischief slide but never this.” I glared at her with pure resentment.With all the hatred I felt, she even dared to show a satisfied smile on her lips. She walked closer and leaned. “This wouldn’t happen if you decided to become a good boy and follow me.”“What is this with your obsession of being followed?! Of being in control?! I’m so tired of being your tool, as well as dad’s!”She pinched me by the chin and pulled me close – enough to see despise in her eyes. “B
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