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Heir of Revenge

Chapter 7 [5] b

Word Count: 1386 | Released on: 17/07/2023

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years were starting to lead into adulthood. Many things changed in her, and she was quite surpr

factory area, he said. Checking on the ongoing projects there. Fathia didn't mind trying to

phone calls only occasionally, and she could count them on one hand in a week. Usually, Sebastian used to

er in the luxurious apartment, even though she was still being monitored. Just imagine, if she deviat

he tried to get closer because she felt it was part of socializing with new friends. She never expecte

partment, she scolded Sebastian for the first time. And what did he do? He ju

hia chose to withdr

is ready. Do you

, there was also the private driver that Sebastian hired specifically to ta

nce morning made me hungry," Fathia said with a sm

charming and polite girl who never misbehaved. The girl who spoke gently and looked even more beautiful day by day

said that he'll have dinner t

ecause, Sebastian, finally came home after a month, supposedly in New York. The short

elp with

, Miss. Mr. Sebastian will be ple

chdev's little sister. The one who was being guarded because of the will that she would never forget until now. Even t

self and study properly. Someday, I will hand over what s

, socializing, academic performance, activities outside of campus, and even her clothes. Sebastian imposed

d never impose such ridiculous rules. For instance, when her sister graduated from high school, she

at that time, but Sebastian just shrugged. He handed her

eaving again for days. Imprisoning Fathia once again in his luxu

her meal. What was the girl thinking about? But what? With all the luxury she had? Summer thought there

e quickly finished her lunch. "What do you want to

. "Everything is alre

bastian." Although she rarely stepped into the kitchen. Her activities there were only limited to

t her request was always rejected by Summer, who said she was afraid that Se

little bit of the closeness they once had could be rekindled. Perhaps they could chat casually about movies like th

issed th

er today would be flawless. Oh... Fathia also made mango pudding

really impatient to meet her brother. Maybe because she was all alo

formation about herself. She still vividly remembered that terrifying night. She felt so lucky to still be alive now. She

e. She had put on a thin layer of makeup and had learned to apply peach-colored lipstick. She also wore a bit more

ring a slee

o pretty, Miss. Like a d

see how perfect her brother looked, she would ha

d Sebastian by jumping around recklessly. She felt shyer and more hesi

Fat

d to a beautiful figure, not less beautiful than Felice if Fathia may say so, st

p models. Where their names skyrocketed quickly due to endorsements from many m

e you, this is m

name was C

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“There's only one thing Fathia understands. How much she adores his touch and everything he can give her tonight. All the things that have ever crossed her mind are now vividly projected by the man. Relentlessly. Without pause. And what surprises Fathia even more is that everything seems real. But..., "Why?" Fathia asked in frustration. Her eyes wide open, glaring sharply as their breaths raced against each other. The man positioned himself right above her, giving a slight, dismissive smile. But truly, in the darkness of his eyes, the man couldn't wait any longer. It took her months to realize how tormented she was by the distance between them. "One... or two?" He withdrew his fingers that had been inside Fathia. The clear liquid from within enveloped them. Slowly, he brought those fingers to touch the flushed cheek of the girl beneath him. Fathia grumbled in annoyance. "I'm done!" She roughly pushed the man's body off hers. Quickly, she gathered the scattered clothes. Don't ask about her face; it's a complete mess. Her cheeks are burning red. Angry. "You sure?" Sebastian chuckled. His eyes seemed relaxed as he watched the ash-brown-haired girl start dressing. Some reddish marks from their previous intimacy were evident in a few spots. "Don't play games with me, Sebastian. Finish it," Fathia turned and gave him a piercing look. "Or I'm leaving." "Your choice. I just want to make sure both you and I are satisfied. That's all." Fathia rolled her eyes in exasperation. She quickly covered her thighs with a cloth. "Oh, I just remembered. I have plans with Kenzo in two hours." Fathia could see how his jet-black eyes clouded over again. The intimate aura from before changed so quickly. Was Fathia scared? No. Ah, it's more than just fear. She desired it too. In one swift move, the man pulled her back to him. Holding her tight without mercy. "In your dream!" Fathia laughed triumphantly. "Never play games with me, Sebastian. Never." Meanwhile ... Jess didn't pay much attention to her surroundings. Even if there was a powerful 10 on the Richter scale earthquake, Jess didn't care. Her world consisted of only; the cafe, the apartment, Fathia's house, and An Flower. Living peacefully without any disturbances, that was her hope. However, her life was no longer peaceful. Where a Dirdja followed her like a wart. Clung to her like a leech. Engaged her in debates until all the patience Jess had been exhausted. Jess had tried everything to get rid of him, even if she had to borrow Voldemort's magic wand to chant the Avada Kedavra spell. To erase Kenzo's existence from her life, of course. Where their conflict ultimately ended up in bed. Turning her world upside down as well... adding to the series of pain she experienced. Until she said in the saddest voice she had, "Please, stay away from me. Please." After being truly alone, is this really what Jess wants?" *** Enjoy ready this story to all my reader. Hope you like it.”