All Chapters of FUCKED BY THE FAKE PRIEST : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

SAME NIGHT- SISTER VERA’S OFFICE The room was quiet, too quiet. Sister Vera sat behind her desk, sleeves rolled, lamp pulled close. Dust rose as she opened the archives registry—old paper, ink, history. She flipped through the official priest records, her finger tracing names, dates, ordinations. Father Damien. She checked again. Nothing. Her brows knit. She turned pages faster now, then slower, more deliberate. Diocese records. Transfers. Temporary assignments. Still nothing. Her pulse quickened. “That’s not possible,” she murmured. Every priest left a trail. Even the ones who avoided attention. Especially the ones who claimed to. She reached for the monthly register—the one logging new admissions and special assignments. A red stamp caught her eye. SEALED. Her breath stalled. The record for that month had been sealed entirely. No names. No explanations. That was unusual. Highly unusual. Seals were reserved for scandals, intelligence matters, or orders from

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 to look thinking her plans had worked, but was surprised. It wasn’t Father Damien who entered. It was Arnold. She frown.. He closed the door behind him, locking it. Anna looked at him slowly. “ I believe You sent for prayers, Uncle.” Arnold stared at her, his eyes unreadable as his lips curved slightly. “Confession,” he muttered. “ this will be far from it”. She frown, “What do you mean”?. His hand struck the wall beside her, making her flinch. “You think everything is a game,” he growled. “You think I don’t see what you’re doing.” She met his gaze, fearless. “If you see everything, why are you afraid?” “I will show you how to act.” Arnold snapped. Silence. Then f

Damien didn’t waste a second more. With a final push of the thin fabric with his feet, he completely pulled the black sweats off, tossing them to his side. His powerful, muscular frame—now utterly bare and commanding —stood over Anna. In one swift, surprising action, he lifted Anna off the ground; her arms spontaneously wrapped around Damien’s neck and her legs hooked around his waist, her exposed, lace-clad body shaped against his hot, hard skin. He carried Anna over to a corner of the room, pressing her back against the cold wall with a soft crash . The change in temperature was shocking, but the heat exuding from his body was all-consuming. Anna’s wet, vibrating core was perfectly positioned, aimed directly at the thick, veiny length of his desire. She had no time to prepare, no space for a breath or a thought. There was only the brutal, glorious urgency of the moment. He didn’t ask; he simply took. In one hard, decisive thrust, he filled Anna up completely. A raw, sa

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 the night, his body stiff, all he cared about those moments was laying next to him. Anna slept peacefully against him, her breathing slow and even, her hand twisted lightly against his chest as if getting down herself to his presence. He watched her for a long moment, admiring her face, the faint wrinkle between her brows, the softness that Arnold's cruel nature had not yet managed to wipe off. The pains she had endured for 14years were sitting calmly on her. With another glance, Father Damien took pity on her. Carefully, painfully slowly, he shifted. He relieved himself from beneath her head, replacing his chest with a folded cloth that was close to him, the cloth look like it had

EVENING – THE CHAPEL Father Damien, standing on the altar, conducting the service. He has really been good with his disguise. He prayed, gave communion, and laid his hands on people, blessing them. Sister Vera was quiet throughout the service. She didn’t assist him during the service; instead, she instructed other nuns to. Everything about Father Damien speaks lies. Father Damien wasn’t focused on the service either. His thoughts were filled with Anna. He needed to think fast and couldn’t wait for dusk so he could go visit her again. Also, the thought of her mum increased anxiously. No word from Fred’s men about her. She seems to be in Sicily. Seeing her was really difficult. He had been thinking of ways or ideas to help find her. He would have taken the risk to go look for her, but Sister Vera’s eyes were on him, and he didn’t even know how she looks like. He was only concerned because of the way he felt for Anna. Sister Vera was still standing at the entrance pose of the c