Semua Bab FUCKED BY THE FAKE PRIEST : Bab 1 - Bab 10

“You can’t hide from me, Anna!”Anna ran in the woods, the birds singing, the echoes of the cold and dark forest loud around her. Two strong men chased her fiercely, neither of them wearing a smile. She ran tiredly and decided to rest at a tall tree close by, hiding herself there.She sat down, crying silently, looking at the two men who ran in the opposite direction close to her.“Anna, come out now!” she heard her uncle calling. “There are wolves and poisonous snakes in these woods. If you don’t come home, you won’t survive the night here!”Walking closely on the dry grass, Anna could hear his footsteps coming closer to the trunk she was hiding behind. She covered her mouth, avoiding even the slightest sound. Breathing heavily, she didn’t move an inch. She stood motionless under the dark shadows of the trunk as her uncle Arnold walked past her. She remained still.“Anna!” he called again. “You can’t hide that beauty from the world. I’m doing you a great favor—let the world see you.”

“I don’t get you, bro. Carlos asked.The goddess in this portrait is the girl in your dream? Really?”The taxi halted to a stop.Carden reached into his pocket, pulled out a few bills, and handed them to the driver. They stepped out and walked into their apartment. Carden was still smiling, and Carlos continued questioning him all the way to their room, but Carden said nothing—just smiled like a man possessed.Inside their room.“Come on, man, say something,” Carlos finally insisted.“Yes, she is,” Carden said, turning to him. “Do you think I’d spend a hundred thousand dollars on a painting without a good reason?” His eyes drifted back to the portrait immediately.The painting showed a girl in a white nightgown standing beside a window, as if waiting for someone—waiting for a savior. Her room looked luxurious, yet she seemed pale and unhappy, even though her skin glowed like moonlight touching the sea.“The moment I saw the portrait, I remembered the dreams,” Carden continued. “It sho

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

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

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