All Chapters of FUCKED BY THE FAKE PRIEST : Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

Carden took a stroll far from the house into the woods . The thought of Carlos’ death weighed heavily on his heart. Sister Vera had called earlier to inform him that the police had come to move the body to the morgue. Carden decided to walk a few miles away from the house. He cried silently, wondering how Arnold had taken the important people in his life. Revenge and pain filled his heart. He had no idea who to talk to anymore. Then a hand reached for his shoulder — soft and delicate. He turned slowly and saw that it was Anna. “What’s wrong?” Anna spoke softly. Carden stood speechless. “I saw you leaving the house, and I had to follow you. I’m sorry about Carlos’ death, but you need to get yourself together.” Carden sighed heavily. A loud thunderstrike filled the sky, and the wind blew fiercely, carrying leaves away. “It seems it’s going to rain heavily. Let’s go back home,” Anna suggested. Carden nodded as they turned to leave. He hadn’t realized he had walked f

Soon, they entered the car Fred drove. “Where are we going, and why are we heading in this direction?” Carden asked, his voice edged with suspicion. Fred turned to look at him briefly before returning his eyes to the road. A slow, knowing smile crept onto his lips. “Since he knows everywhere we’re hiding,” Fred said calmly, “how about we hide under his nose?” The words hung in the air, leaving everyone stunned. No one spoke after that. The engine hummed steadily as the car sped through the quiet roads, tension thick enough to suffocate them. Anna sat in the backseat beside her mother, clutching her hand tightly. Her heart raced—not just from fear, but from the uncertainty of Fred’s plan. Carden leaned back, crossing his arms, his eyes fixed on Fred through the rearview mirror. He didn’t trust this plan—not completely—but he had no better option. A few hours later, they arrived. The car slowed to a stop in front of what looked like an abandoned building. Its walls wer

The room was silent except for the faint sound of Anna’s breathing. Her wrists were tied tightly to the arms of the chair, the rope biting into her skin. The dim light above flickered occasionally, casting shadows across her face. She stared ahead, trying to stay strong, trying not to let fear swallow her whole. The door creaked open. Anna flinched. Arnold stepped in slowly, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he just stood there, watching her. Then his gaze shifted slightly—something darker settling in his eyes. He turned sharply toward the guards standing by the wall. “Leave,” he said coldly. They hesitated for half a second before stepping out. The door shut behind them. Silence returned. Arnold walked closer, stopping a few steps in front of her. His eyes scanned her face, her arms… then lingered briefly, as if searching for something he couldn’t yet name. His jaw tightened. Without another word, he turned and walked out again. ⸻ A few minutes later, the atmos

The abandoned house felt colder than usual. Not because of the weather—but because of fear. It clung to the walls. It sat in the silence between breaths. Fred stood over the table, maps and scattered papers spread before him. His fingers pressed hard against the wood, his jaw tight with focus. Carden stood beside him, restless. Pacing. Stopping. Pacing again. Every second that passed felt like a blade dragging slowly across his chest. Across the room, Rita sat on a worn-out chair, her body trembling as quiet sobs escaped her. “My daughter…” she whispered brokenly. “My Anna…” Her hands clutched tightly to her chest as if trying to hold herself together. Carden stopped pacing. His eyes softened for just a second as he looked at her—but it didn’t last. It couldn’t. Because guilt was louder. Because anger burned hotter. “We’ll get her back,” he said, his voice firm, though something underneath it cracked slightly. Rita looked up at him, her eyes swo