Psycho Stranger

Fabiola felt consciousness return as if it was far away.

She opened her eyes and sighed feeling sensations coming back into her body…

And her body felt deliciously heavy and languorous.Strange new aches and pains were present in her muscles….

No not pain…it felt pleasant.

She looked around and realized that she was still in the suite.

The stranger was gone now…

She was happy he had left…

It would have been awkward to face him this morning.

She didn’t even know his name yet she had slept with him.

She didn’t feel any regret though…

Desperate times calls for desperate measures.

Her cheeks grew hot recalling that she did it.

She finally did it.

The stickiness in her lower body made her decide to take a shower before going in search of clues about her parents.

Fabiola got up just to see a small red dot flashing in the bag she carried with her, and boom! As if remembering something, she slapped herself violently on the back of the head.

Had she recorded a video of her having sex with that strange man last night? After her diagnosis, she had started recording her life every day with the intention of showing her parents what kind of person she usually was once they found her?

But ...that does not include videos of her having sex with men.

Oh! This is ridiculous, especially in the age of intelligence, where the database is likely to be hacked even if you don't publish it.

In the age of intelligence, no one has privacy.

With that in mind, Fabiola was ready to hit the delete button - but just then the phone beeped and she picked it up.

"I'll keep your bracelet. If you want it, meet me at Prestige Group."

"Scammer," the first thing came to Fabiola's mind was this is a scam message. The bracelet was as valuable as her life, how could she have lost it? "My bracelet is ......" on my wrist, before she could finish the word, she noticed that the bracelet that was on her right wrist was now disappeared!

Where is the bracelet?

She frowned and touched it to be sure that her eyes weren’t playing tricks in her.

But her bracelet was gone.

She quickly hurried into the bedroom and searched everywhere for it…

She tugged the duvet and mattresses…she looked under the bed.

She held her head,frantically.

That bracelet had been with her for as long as she could remember…

It was the only clue she had to finding her parents…

They had left it with her!

She couldn’t lose it! But as she rummaged through any corner of the hotel, there was no sign of it.

That's when she remembered the text message and she confirmed every word on the phone.

Yes, her bracelet had been stolen, and she had been threatened.

"I can't believe that such a handsome looking man is a thief! It's really a waste of his face." Fabiola couldn't help but spitefully curse, while taking a quick shower. Then she took a taxi to the address on the text message.

It seemed that this man had planned this beforehand, otherwise how could he have agreed to her request since he was that handsome?

She would definitely let him know what would happen if he offended her! Luckily, the video had not been deleted, and Fabiola smiled wickedly at the thought.

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In the Prestige Group building.

"Sir, are you sure you're driving the right way?" Fabiola looked at the magnificent building in front of her and opened her mouth wide in shock. A thief living in such a luxurious place?

Before she could get used to it, a man in a suit, stood in front of her.

“Hello there…are you Miss Brosnan?”

She looked up to see a man with a polite smile on his face.

Her teeth clenched.

It appears he was waiting for her and he might know her purpose of being here.

Him and that psycho stranger had better cooperate peacefully…

This is war!

“Where is my bracelet?!”She barked.

The man smiled.”Mr Martini asked me to see you in.I’m his assistant,Juan Carlos but you can call me Carlos from now on.Please follow me.“

His assistant? This person looked pretty decent, Fabiola frowned...was the thief in a good position?

Whatever, she was going to get her bracelet back no matter who he is.

It arrived at a floor and they got out,Fabiola followed Carlos up to a door.

She looked up the door and saw a name inscripted on it.

“CEO:  Lorenzo MARTINI.”

Carlos knocked on it.

“Come in.”A deep voice replied.

Fabiola had been inwardly puzzled since she had entered the building; she had assumed that the thief lived in some dark basement, not a luxurious building with expensive carpets. Besides, someone so rich would have no reason to steal her bracelet. Her bracelet was priceless to her, but to such a rich man, it shouldn't be worth as much as his own reputation. But it wasn't until she heard a familiar voice that she was sure of one thing - her bracelet had indeed been taken by the man inside.

No matter how powerful this man was, she was going to get her bracelet back.

The door opened and Fabiola felt an intense pressure as she walked in, and she looked to the source of the pressure: the man was dressed in a hand-tailored, expensive suit that set off his strong figure. He was even more attractive in his clothes than he had been last night, except his face was no longer amiable.

His hawk-like eyes were staring coldly at her.

No, she couldn't be afraid, she still got something on this man. Fabiola silently cheered herself up in her mind.

"Give me back my bracelet!" Fabiola straightened her spine and said coldly.

The man's sharp eyes swept to her. "Where did you get this bracelet?"

"It's none of your business. Give me back my bracelet. "She couldn't help but raise her voice again as if she would not lose to the man and look tough.

"I'll say it one last time, where did the bracelet come from?" The man frowned and his eyes became even more stern.

Having said that, the man abruptly got up and walked in her direction, and with every step he took closer, Fabiola felt unconfident.

"Refusing to talk? It's stolen, isn't it?" The man said mockingly.

Fabiola felt slapped, like a puppy whose tail had been stepped on. It was a secret she didn't want to bring up, she had a shady past, but she was forced to.

And she didn't have to give an account of her past to someone of such bad character.

"So you refuse to give it back to me?" Fabiola held her head up, her stubborn eyes not backing down in the slightest.

Touching the camera in her bag, she sneered. "In that case, there's no point in communicating." “If you don’t give me back my bracelet right now.I’ll post a video of us from last night.I know how bad you rich people hate scandals.I’m sure you wouldn’t want that.”