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THE ART OF LOSING CONTROL
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  • Reads 4,982
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  • Parts 16
  • Time 2h 23m
Complete, First published Jun 25
She wanted to win.
She ended up losing her mind instead.

At university, Freen and Becky are known as fierce academic rivals-both brilliant, both unstoppable, and both desperate to stay on top. But behind Freen's cold eyes lies an obsession she's buried for years-an obsession named Becky.

Every exam, every victory, every smirk hides the truth: Freen doesn't want to defeat Becky. She wants her. Needs her. Own her.

But Becky isn't innocent either. Her room is filled with secrets-pictures, journals, and memories of a girl she claims to hate. As the line between rivalry and desire blurs, one truth becomes undeniable:

This isn't love.
It's control.
And someone is about to lose it.

A dark GL obsession tale where hatred is just love in disguise...*
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Prologue The rain hammered against the apartment window as Freen stared at her phone, hands trembling. Her mother's voice still echoed in her head from the devastating call. 'Mind is gone.' Her sister-her only ally-was dead. A car accident. Gone in an instant, leaving behind ten-year-old Annie. "Freen?" Nam's voice came from behind her. "What's wrong?" "My sister..." The words came out as barely a whisper. "She's dead." Three pairs of arms surrounded her as the sobs came. Nam, Heng, and Noey-her chosen family for the past five years since she'd left home with nothing but a guitar and broken dreams. Through her grief, her mother's other words echoed: 'Annie is to be in your care. Not ours. Yours." Mind had chosen her. Even after years of separation, Mind still believed in her enough to entrust her with the most precious thing in her life. But how could she? Someone who jumped at loud noises, who had panic attacks, who could barely take care of herself-how could she care for a grieving child? "I have to go back," Freen whispered. "I have to go home." Home. The place she'd sworn never to return to. Where her father's voice still echoed, calling her worthless, saying her music was a joke. "Then we'll help you pack," Heng said simply. Freen looked at her friends-the ones who'd held her together through everything. Now she had to leave them behind to face her past. But somewhere in that hometown, a little girl was waiting. A little girl who'd lost everything, just like Freen had once lost everything. Mind had trusted her with this. The sister who'd snuck into her room to hear her practice, who'd believed in her dreams when no one else did. Maybe it was time to prove that belief hadn't been misplaced. Maybe it was time to go home.