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She refused to accept it. "You conniving witch! Give me back my money!" She screeched like a banshee, practically pouncing on me to attack me, but she was clamped in place by Charles, his expression cold and sinister. With a sneer, he said, "Didn't you say that you loved me for who I was, and not what I had? You spent money to fake medical reports, lied about being terminally ill, drugged my drink to get into bed with me, and caused me to get divorced.

She has something to do. Not edited

Poor-but-Plucky Heroine" persona module has detected excessive behavior! The target's acceptance threshold has exceeded acceptable levels!" "Warning! Julian has developed a severe rejection response toward the host's "pitiful and lovable" charm aura! The conversion channel has been critically damaged!" "Julian's been ruined by the villainess, too? No!" Julian's expression stiffened as the color drained from his face. He could feel everyone's piercing stares stabbing at him, turning him into the center of a very public humiliation. Just then, his phone rang. It was Lucinda. Her sugary voice came through the speaker. "Julian, the strap on my new purse broke. Won't you come fix it for me? I can

“We are going to get her." “I promise."

She said it very confidently. I tightened my grip on her throat and she started to choke out of oxygen. I didn’t want it to be complicated so I released my hand. “See you later.” I left the room. “Help me! Please.” She shouted and it echoed in my ears. ___ I went forward to see her holding a small piece of rock and was about to loosen her grip from it. I rushed to her and she saw me. She had got some confidence after seeing me and thought I came there to help me.

I knew how to get her where I wanted her. Looks like it’s time for me to pull out my incubus skills.

North would give her one. “Alright. Tell her to get up here.”

I hoped reminding her of her bigger goal would deter her from acting rashly. She pulled away from me, but just stared up at me. She was thinking and I was almost positive that she was coming up with an idea. I was also positive that I was not going to like it. “You’re probably right, she said after a few seconds. I was sure that was what I had been hoping she would say, but I didn’t relax yet. “I need proof.” She was so matter of fact about it that I was worried. “How…” I sighed then tried again, “how do you plan to get this proof?”

It's her chance. To be continued...

With me. That I want her. All of her.