Heather gritted her teeth, gripping the edge of the marble table in front of her. The words that had just come out of Skye’s mouth echoed in her head, making her stomach churn. "I’m controlling everything around you." Her hands trembled, but she refused to let him see her weakness. She had lost too much already—her freedom, her parents, and now, even her own brother and best friend seemed to be slipping from her grasp. Skye watched her with quiet amusement, swirling the whiskey in his glass. His gaze never left her, as if he was waiting for her reaction, savoring the slow realization dawning on her face. "You look pale, sweetheart." His voice was smooth, taunting. "Something wrong?" Tiningnan niya ito nang masama. "Tama na, Skye. Stop this game." He chuckled, setting his glass down with a soft clink. "Game? Oh, Heather. This isn’t a game. This is reality. Your reality." She shot him a glare, her breathing uneven. "You think you can just—" "Yes," he interrupted smoothly,
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