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CHAPTER SEVEN

Penulis: Onizee_ee
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Xavier

Liberated?

The answer was no

For every chess piece I took out, every pawn and knights I conquered only made me feel like crap. Left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. I had waited years, plotting and planning out my perfect revenge.

Taking out chess pieces, dancing across chess boards. Conniving with people who I knew wanted to settle scores with her, and now that I had started to execute these plans.

I should have been over the moon, giddy with excitement and whatnot, but all I felt was a gaping hole.

Instead, I felt like a complete douche bag.

With a slow exhale, I slumped back into my chair, tiredly rubbing my temple. Staring intently at the woven design on the ceiling, these past weeks in Manhattan was already taking a toil on me, and my office that I had taken pride in to design from scratch now felt like a cage.

The weight of these past few weeks pressed down heavily on me
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