All Chapters of FUCKED BY THE FAKE PRIEST : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Fred rushed out. Carden followed. Carlos tried to stop Carden from going, but he refused to listen. He insisted on going with Fred. Fred looked at him sternly. Carlos had no choice but to let Carden go with Fred. “But be careful,” he said. Carden smiled. But Fred stared at him suspiciously. As they stepped out, they almost collided with Sister Vera, who was on her way back to Carden’s room. She looked from one face to another, confused. “What’s going on?” “Where are you both hurrying to?” Fred answered, “Arnold is taking Anna to the riverside.” “Why? For what? Does he want to drown her?” Sister Vera asked. “I don’t know, but we need to hurry,” Fred urged. “Go, go, go,” Sister Vera said hurriedly. Before they left, Carden sighed and apologized. He never meant to lie to her again, but he had no choice. Sister Vera accepted his apology, but she would no longer trust any words that came from him. She encouraged him to forgive himself and urged both men to go an

Night fell heavy over the hotel room, the curtains couldn’t stay motionless as Carlos lay on the bed, fully clothed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep refused to come. Every time he closed his eyes, Carden’s words came back to him—sharp, trusting, painful. “You’re my only family. I can’t take his word over yours.” Carlos turned on his side and groaned, dragging a hand down his face. Family. That word burned. If Carden ever found out what he was about to be dragged into, he wouldn’t forgive him. Carlos wasn’t even sure he could forgive himself. His phone buzzed suddenly. He jolted upright. A text message. Unknown: Tomorrow evening. Don’t do anything stupid. Carlos stared at the screen for a long time before replying. Carlos: I meant what I said. I’m out. The typing bubble appeared… then disappeared. No reply. Carlos swallowed hard and locked the phone, clutching it to his chest as if it could steady his racing heart. Something about the man’s silence scared him more

Carden and Fred arrived at the chapel. He walked to his room, showered, changed, and got ready in his priestly wear. Fred stared at him; the priest walked in, too—black glasses, face cap, and hoodie. As usual, no one would suspect. Soon, a car parked in front of Carden’s room. Carden hurried out. Sister Vera saw from afar, noticed, and rushed over hurriedly. "Father Damien!" she called, because Arnold’s guard was there. "Do you need company? I guess you are going to the mansion." Fred and the priest hid inside the room, but they could hear Carden and Sister Vera’s words. "Yes, sure," Carden nodded. "I do need company, Sister Vera." "Okay, let’s go." She stepped inside the car as Carden followed. Arnold’s men walked to the driver's seat and zoomed off. Immediately after the car left, Mrs. Ruth walked towards Carden’s room; she was fortunate Arnold’s men didn’t see her. She knocked. Fred dragged her in. "Did he see you?" he asked. "Who?" Mrs. Ruth asked. "Arnold’s driver. He jus

Sister Vera walked back inside the room after her call. Fred and Mrs. Ruth, with the priest, were already leaving. “Where are you guys going?” she asked. “I’m taking them to Anna.” “Must the priest go with you?” she asked. “Yes. He needs to be safe too. Nobody should know he’s here, remember?” Sister Vera nodded. The priest looked at her and smiled. “You can come with us if you want, Sister Vera.” “Oh yes, I would love to.” They all headed to where Fred had parked his truck. ⸻ At the mansion. “Anna isn’t here!” the guard rushed out, saying. They all panicked. “Someone will lose his life today.” Some felt despair; others—mostly the maids—were happy for Anna. Finally, she had summoned the courage to leave the mansion. But what scared them more was that Father Damien was the mastermind behind it. Even the artist smiled at Anna’s freedom. “She’s free at last,” he muttered. ⸻ AT THE HIDEOUT. Carden was lying close to Anna. He had changed his clothes

It was early morning at their hideout. Anna lay curled against her mother on the bed, both finally surrendered to exhausted sleep. Carden lay awake on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Sleep wouldn’t come. His mind was a battlefield. He had come searching for Anna… only to uncover secrets about himself — secrets that changed everything. And Carlos. He needed to talk to Carlos. He was the only one who might understand what he had discovered about his past. Carden had tried calling him several times. No response. Then suddenly — his phone rang. Carlos. He grabbed it immediately. “Hello? Man, where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you!” Silence. “Carlos? Hello? Can you hear me?” Nothing. Just breathing. Faint. Then— The call ended. A cold wave of unease washed over him. He dialed again. No answer. Moments later, another call came in. Unknown ID. Carden hesitated before answering. “Hello?” “Good morning, Mr. Carden.” His blood froze. They knew his real n