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Heir of Revenge

Chapter 8 [6]

Word Count: 1229 | Released on: 17/07/2023

, Marc

Antony picked her up, and she felt like everyone at the café was talking about her. It wouldn't be surp

rrifying incident. She didn't want to take any more risks. She only asked for one thing after t

e of it. Not that she made many friends, n

zed the blonde girl whom she felt she knew. Ah... right, she was a classmate and majoring in the

who looked fierce when she stared at them, began to fix her

mockingly. "Do you want

. It must have been because of the incident at the ca

cause she herself was trembling. She had never confronted so many people before. But s

could get away with it? The hallway was empty, with the e

. Jess approached and slightly brush

h one, very different from herself, who preferred to wear loose pants and comfortable shi

now? She looked like a campu

. But ganging up on someone for whatever reason is not fair. One on one. Not five on one," Fathia spok

Fathia closed her eyes again, trembling

lass. Occasionally, she would share her homemade bread, sa

was because of that bread that Fathia

going on

ion leader standing not far from them. Not just one person, but four peo

e group members. Fathia didn't know

ickly pulled Jess away. She would thank Jess later.

lready in the garden next to their campus buildi

elping me get away

from the library corridor to the garden was draining her energy. It seemed she hadn't

n't kno

her head with

ed until tears welled up in her e

the exact correlation between knowing that group

or your information, they're th

long black hai

oaching me just now, you know. I w

ally Jesslyn? Fathia's head couldn't unde

for my new bakery that I'll be launching next month. My café is in front

sted. "Is it yours o

name is hard." Jess grinned while scratching her neck and fixing her slightly mess

sations longer than two minutes. She prefer

thi

th me. Just like with anyone else." Then Jess reach

"Sure. I'm... uh,

loudly. "Jesslyn, y

mething Fathia had never done before, except for casual acquaintanc

my café, come

red my question. D

urst into laughter

as flabb

r of the café. They had a variety of delicious dishes that Fathia admired and deserved a

ly that Fathia almost choked. She quickly grabbed her iced cappuccino just to swallow a bite of p

furrowed

is my uncle

ghtly. "Yes, my u

do you mean? Come on... tell me.

s warning echoed in her head. She shouldn't let too many people know her identity. S

Chapter End

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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.”