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2024-12-29 14:07:59**Miranda's POV**
I moved toward the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. As soon as I sat down, I let out a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The soft, luxurious feeling of the mattress beneath me almost lulled me into a sense of calm, but I couldn't afford to let my guard down. I knew exactly what I was doing. I had carefully planned this moment, this confrontation. Desmond had underestimated me, and now it was time to turn the tables.I leaned back slightly, letting my fingers graze the soft sheets, allowing myself a fleeting moment of comfort before the storm would break. I knew he was watching me, probably trying to make sense of what was going on. Desmond always thought he had control, but not anymore. Not after everything that had happened tonight.He took a step closer to me, his eyes fixed on mine, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze. The air between us seemed to thicken, charged with unspoken tension. Without warning, Desmond moved swifRelated chapters
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