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The name barely left her lips. Sister Vera smiled gently as she walked closer, her eyes fixed on Arnold. “You’ve grown reckless,” she said softly. Arnold let out a quiet chuckle. “And you’ve been away too long.” They stood facing each other now. Like old allies. “I have missed you baby, Arnold spoke. I have missed you too sugar”. Then they kissed passionately and brief. Anna’s confusion deepened. Her pulse raced. “What… is this…?” she whispered. But no one answered her. Sister Vera hung her hands around Arnold, her gaze flicking briefly toward Anna—something unreadable passing through her eyes. Then back to him. “You’re losing control,” she said. Arnold tilted his head slightly. “Am I?” he replied, almost amused. “Yes,” she said simply. “And it’s making you sloppy.” A pause. Then— Her smile widened slightly. “And you know I don’t like sloppy work.” Arnold laughed softly under his breath. For the first time— He didn’t look like a mons
FUCKED BY THE FAKE PRIEST Chapter 88
The abandoned house felt colder than usual. Not because of the weather—but because of fear. It clung to the walls. It sat in the silence between breaths. Fred stood over the table, maps and scattered papers spread before him. His fingers pressed hard against the wood, his jaw tight with focus. Carden stood beside him, restless. Pacing. Stopping. Pacing again. Every second that passed felt like a blade dragging slowly across his chest. Across the room, Rita sat on a worn-out chair, her body trembling as quiet sobs escaped her. “My daughter…” she whispered brokenly. “My Anna…” Her hands clutched tightly to her chest as if trying to hold herself together. Carden stopped pacing. His eyes softened for just a second as he looked at her—but it didn’t last. It couldn’t. Because guilt was louder. Because anger burned hotter. “We’ll get her back,” he said, his voice firm, though something underneath it cracked slightly. Rita looked up at him, her eyes swo
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Anna’s breath hitched. For a moment, she couldn’t speak. Arnold’s eyes didn’t leave her neck. The faint red mark—barely visible—had ignited something dark and volatile inside him. “Answer me,” he said, his voice low but dangerous. Anna swallowed hard.She quickly shifted her thoughts to Carden, the night they had at the abandoned house when it rained. “It’s nothing,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “I must have hit something when they dragged me in—” Arnold’s hand shot out suddenly, gripping her chin and forcing her face up. “Don’t lie to me.” His grip wasn’t just firm—it was possessive. Anna winced. “I’m not lying,” she whispered, her voice trembling now. For a second, it looked like he might believe her. But then his expression hardened again. He released her abruptly and stepped back. “Guards!” he barked. The door opened immediately. Two men stepped in. Arnold pointed at them without hesitation. “Which one of you touched her?” They exchanged confused glances.
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The room was silent except for the faint sound of Anna’s breathing. Her wrists were tied tightly to the arms of the chair, the rope biting into her skin. The dim light above flickered occasionally, casting shadows across her face. She stared ahead, trying to stay strong, trying not to let fear swallow her whole. The door creaked open. Anna flinched. Arnold stepped in slowly, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he just stood there, watching her. Then his gaze shifted slightly—something darker settling in his eyes. He turned sharply toward the guards standing by the wall. “Leave,” he said coldly. They hesitated for half a second before stepping out. The door shut behind them. Silence returned. Arnold walked closer, stopping a few steps in front of her. His eyes scanned her face, her arms… then lingered briefly, as if searching for something he couldn’t yet name. His jaw tightened. Without another word, he turned and walked out again. ⸻ A few minutes later, the atmos
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Anna’s blood ran cold. She turned slowly. Arnold stood at the doorway, a dark smile on his face. “I was wondering how long it would take,” he said, stepping inside. His eyes locked onto hers. “And here you are… walking right back into my hands.” Arnold stepped further into the room, his presence filling every corner with quiet menace. “Well,” he repeated, tilting his head slightly, “this saves me the stress of coming to find you.” Anna instinctively stepped in front of her father, her hands trembling but her stance firm. “Let him go,” she said, her voice low but steady. Arnold let out a soft chuckle. “You walk into my house uninvited… and you’re making demands?” Her father looked between them, confusion deepening. “Anna… what is going on?” he asked again. “This isn’t the time,” she whispered urgently. “Please, just trust me.” But Arnold raised a hand. “No, no,” he interrupted smoothly. “I think it’s time he knows.” His gaze shifted to Anna’s father. “Your daughter ha
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Soon, they entered the car Fred drove. “Where are we going, and why are we heading in this direction?” Carden asked, his voice edged with suspicion. Fred turned to look at him briefly before returning his eyes to the road. A slow, knowing smile crept onto his lips. “Since he knows everywhere we’re hiding,” Fred said calmly, “how about we hide under his nose?” The words hung in the air, leaving everyone stunned. No one spoke after that. The engine hummed steadily as the car sped through the quiet roads, tension thick enough to suffocate them. Anna sat in the backseat beside her mother, clutching her hand tightly. Her heart raced—not just from fear, but from the uncertainty of Fred’s plan. Carden leaned back, crossing his arms, his eyes fixed on Fred through the rearview mirror. He didn’t trust this plan—not completely—but he had no better option. A few hours later, they arrived. The car slowed to a stop in front of what looked like an abandoned building. Its walls wer
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Early hours of the morning, when darkness still covered the sun from shining, just the moonlight shone, and the squeaking of birds was heard, and the stars had started disappearing one after the other. Father Damien lay awake long before, he couldn't sleep his thoughts left him awake all through
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“I missed you so much, Anna.” “I can tell. That’s why you wanted to devour me,” Anna joked. They both laughed softly. “That’s the only way I could show you,” Damien replied. “Look, I brought you food,” Damien said as he sat up, pulling close the nylon he had kept on the floor before their
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AT THE MANSION The confession room was colder than Anna remembered. The walls felt closer, the shadows longer. She sat on the wooden bench, wrists resting on her knees, her face calm, though her heart thundered. This was taking longer than she expected. The door creaked open. She turned
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Sister Vera walked to Father Damien at where he was standing, looking lost in thoughts. “Father Damien,” she called. He was shocked by her voice but managed to hide it as he turned to look at her. “Sister Vera,” he replied. “What’s the matter? You look disturbed.” “No, I am okay.” Sis
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