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Chapter Four: The Things That Belong to Me
Mia's POV
Grand Central Terminal – 7:46 AM
Janet stepped off the train.
I saw it immediately.
The slight hesitation in her step.
The way her eyes lingered on Alex, as if she didn't want to leave him.
"Text me when you reach," Alex said, and Janet's gaze sharpened.
Yeah. I can feel it.
Alex's changes are affecting her.
I grinned to myself.
Casually, smoothly, I hooked my hand with Alex's, linking us together just enough for Janet to notice. A little reminder. A quiet claim.
Alex's eyes flicked toward me—calm and steady—and I felt a thrill surge through me. That quiet, controlled way he looked at me… I tightened my grip subtly, letting him feel my presence.
Janet froze for a fraction of a second.
Good.
That little hesitation told me everything.
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The train hissed forward, taking Janet away from our little bubble.
She's noticing.
She knows something's off.
And she has no idea how close I already am to him.
Alex shifted slightly, hands resting lightly on his knees. Calm. Observing. Controlled.
Today he felt… different.
Sharper. Stronger. Older.
"You… okay?" he asked quietly.
I leaned forward, cheerful and teasing.
"Perfect."
On the outside: smiles. Bright, bubbly, normal.
Inside: a storm—jealousy, possession, obsession.
Amanda. That fake girl. Still with him.
Still laughing with him, still thinking she owns a part of him.
I remembered last time.
The punch.
The threat.
The fallout.
Alex had been furious.
I would never make that mistake again.
No, now I would be patient.
Strategic.
Calculating.
Amanda would fall.
I would make sure of it.
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Alex glanced at me again, voice calm, gentle.
"You're staring."
I blinked, smiled, leaning back casually.
"Am I?"
Cheerful, sweet, playful.
Inside, dark. Possessive. Dangerous.
That little hand link with him?
My quiet claim.
My reminder.
And anyone who tried to take him from me… would pay.
He didn't say anything—just patted my head, and I pouted.
"I am not a dog," I muttered, even though inside I was bubbling.
"I know," he said, voice soft, warm, "but you just look so cute."
His voice did more to me than I would ever admit to anyone.
I felt really, really happy right now.
How I wished this train could just go on forever—just the two of us, alone.
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The train rattled on.
I let my mischievous grin hide the storm brewing beneath.
My fingers brushed his sleeve subtly, playful, casual… but deliberately possessive.
Inside, my thoughts whispered:
Patience.
Wait.
Watch.
Destroy anyone who threatens what is mine.
Alex… you'll see.
You belong to me.
And I smiled, bright and cheerful, hiding everything that churned beneath.
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