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Chapter 9

Author: Elizabeth Isaac
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-23 14:37:34

Two men were seen dumping a corpse on the road at the outskirts of the city and zoomed off.

A stranger walked toward the corpse. Looking at the man’s body, he held his hands and could still feel his pulse pushing gently.

“He’s still alive. I need to act fast.”

He struggled to carry him into his truck and zoomed off.

At a funeral

People were seen dressed in black, crying. A familiar corpse lay in an open casket—it was Mr. Douglas.

His wife sat in the front row of the funeral, crying, with a woman consoling her.

Arnold walked in, dressed in white, holding his silver stick, walking majestically toward the corpse. Anna walked beside him. Her heart broke when she saw Mrs. Douglas crying close to her kids, the children staring at their father’s lifeless body.

Guilt gripped her.

She shouldn’t have let him help her while he was tripping. All this is my fault, she said in her thoughts. But still, it wasn’t enough for her uncle to kill him.

Her gaze fixed on Arnold in disgust, but she dared not
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  • FUCKED BY THE FAKE PRIEST    Chapter 10

    She had dreamed of him too, but in the wildest way. She never saw his face in the dream clearly because it was blurry, and now seeing this reminded her of everything. She smiled like someone ready to taste salvation—physically and sexually.Anna left the window and walked up to the mirror to adjust herself. She looked at her reflection, feeling an unusual peace. She smiled. A knock came.“Anna,” it was her uncle’s voice.Anna rushed to remove the vibrator she had left on the bed. She used a wipe to clean her release from it. Arnold had no idea of her fantasies—her woman wants. He still sees her as a kid who knows nothing of the world of sex, but he forgets she’s 21, and she’s a strong-ass woman.“I’m coming,” she said, arranging the bed, making sure he wouldn’t suspect she had done something. She arranged her hair and walked up slowly to open the door with an innocent look.“Two can play this game,” she gasped.Anna opened the door.“What are you doing?” Arnold snapped. “What took you

  • FUCKED BY THE FAKE PRIEST    Chapter 9

    Two men were seen dumping a corpse on the road at the outskirts of the city and zoomed off.A stranger walked toward the corpse. Looking at the man’s body, he held his hands and could still feel his pulse pushing gently.“He’s still alive. I need to act fast.”He struggled to carry him into his truck and zoomed off.At a funeralPeople were seen dressed in black, crying. A familiar corpse lay in an open casket—it was Mr. Douglas.His wife sat in the front row of the funeral, crying, with a woman consoling her.Arnold walked in, dressed in white, holding his silver stick, walking majestically toward the corpse. Anna walked beside him. Her heart broke when she saw Mrs. Douglas crying close to her kids, the children staring at their father’s lifeless body.Guilt gripped her.She shouldn’t have let him help her while he was tripping. All this is my fault, she said in her thoughts. But still, it wasn’t enough for her uncle to kill him.Her gaze fixed on Arnold in disgust, but she dared not

  • FUCKED BY THE FAKE PRIEST    Chapter 8

    Anna’s lips parted, but no sound came out.She looked at the priest again—pleading, silent, terrified of what she didn’t yet understand.And in that moment, Carden knew two things with terrifying certainty:Touching her would destroy his cover.Not touching her might destroy her.“Your wife…?” Carden asked again, still in shock.“Yes, you heard me,” Arnold replied coolly. “Someone has been a bad girl, and she needs some prayers.”He glanced at Anna, who looked away.“You want me to pray for her?” Carden asked, still stunned by Arnold calling Anna his wife.“Yes, I want you to,” Arnold said. “But I don’t like doing it in the chapel. Tomorrow, by 12 p.m., my men will bring you to my mansion.”He glanced at his wristwatch.“Oh, it’s work time. I need to go now. See you tomorrow, Father Damien. Don’t be late.”He dragged Anna out of the chapel.She turned back, looking at him as though she wanted him to free her. Her eyes held more words than her mouth ever could. She kept looking at Dami

  • FUCKED BY THE FAKE PRIEST    Chapter 7

    Anna felt it first.A pull—sharp and unfamiliar—tightening in her chest, as though someone had reached inside her and tugged. She lifted her head slowly, against her better judgment.Her eyes collided with his.The priest.For a split second, the world around her dissolved—the guards, the murmuring crowd, even Arnold’s suffocating presence beside her. There was only him. Tall. Still. Watching her as if she were a confession he wasn’t ready to hear.Carden forgot how to breathe.She wasn’t just beautiful—she was dangerous. Not in the way Arnold was, not loud or violent, but in a quiet, ruinous way that made him want to step forward and pull her out of the shadows swallowing her whole.As they walked closer to where Carden and Fred were standing, Carden couldn’t stop looking at Anna, as if he were sinking into her world.Damnnnnnnn… she’s an epitome, Carden gasped to himself.Sister Vera was surprised to see them as she was ushering guests inside. She walked quickly to welcome them and

  • FUCKED BY THE FAKE PRIEST    Chapter 6

    At Arnold’s Mansion …In the mansion’s basement, Arnold stood with a gun pointed at a man kneeling on the cold floor.The man—Mr. Douglas—was barely conscious. Bruises covered his body. Blood streamed from his nose, his neck red and raw as though he had been strangled. His once-white shirt was soaked in blood, clinging to his trembling frame as he begged for his life.“Mr. Douglas,” Arnold said calmly, his voice chilling, “you used to be my favorite dealer. And now you’ve tampered with something I hate being touched.”He walked toward him at an unhurried pace, the gun never wavering. Douglas shivered violently.“I—I’m sorry,” Douglas stammered. “Your muse is too beautiful to resist, tho I was only saving her from tripping. I’m sorry Arnold please. Okay I know I need to pay so, Just tell me how much you want me to pay for the damage. Name anything—my mansion in Greece, my beach house in the Maldives, my skyscraper in Dubai. Anything. I’ll call my lawyer right now. Please… don’t kill me

  • FUCKED BY THE FAKE PRIEST    Chapter 5

    Chapter 5Carden stood with his bags, waiting for his number to be called. He held his ticket in his hand, looking at Carlos—who had been his backbone from the start.“I already told my friend in Silicly that you’re coming. Make sure you call me once you get there; he’ll tell you and show you all you need to do. Another thing—the parish is hosting a charity fundraising today. You need to be there with your disguise,” Carlos said, patting Carden’s shoulder.“A charity fundraising… why is everything happening so quickly?” Carden, lost in thought, muttered to himself.“It’s a risk you need to take, man. For your little dream girl. At least she’ll stop disturbing your night rest once you know why she’s appearing in your dreams,” Carlos added.“You’re right, man. Thanks a lot. I owe you, bro,” Carden replied.“Attention everyone! The train is set to move. Passengers with B2 tickets should get on immediately.”“Oh, it’s time. I need to leave,” Carden said, giving Carlos a hug before jumping

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