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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
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Chiara went to her room to change from her swimwear into something more warm and comfortable. She wore a beige baggy top and grey sweatpants. She heard her phone beep and she picked it up from the nightstand where she had left it earlier. She checked her phone, it was a text from Adrian reminding her of their date. He had sent her an address of an art gallery earlier in the morning, telling her to meet him there at 5pm. Apparently, one of his friends was having an art exhibition and he thought it would be the perfect idea for a date. If she was not already teaching him a lesson, she would still ignore it. She had never really understood art and she found it exhausting. So, looking at different paintings surrounded by snotty, stuck-up people who gave ridiculous significance to each meaningless painting while trying to sound intelligent was something she did not find appealing. She saw the missed calls from him and she smirked. Placing the phone in her pocket, she went dow
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"Where were you?" Xavier's voice came from behind her. She stopped her movement and turned to look at him. "I was on a date." He appeared surprised at first, then the shock on his face morphed into curiosity. "I do not understand. Why did you go another date with him?" "Apparently, it is my duty as his fiancee." She said in a nonchalant way. "What?" He looked at her with shock. "Are you really going to marry him?" He asked with an angry expression on his face. "The jury is still out on that. Time will tell." He gasped then he ran his fingers through his hair. "Do you want to marry him?" She observed him, he seemed hurt, like he was in some sort of pain. "No." Xavier sighed in relief and smiled. He covered the space between them with quick strides. When he was standing right in front of her, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. She
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Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression. The sheets were wrapped around her beautiful body, but the top of her breasts was exposed. A desire to make love to her again filled him as he watched the rising and falling movements of her chest. He felt his penis hardening again and he tried to think of something else. His eyes fell on the gun resting on the nightstand beside Chiara. He stretched his body over her, trying his best not to wake her up and he quietly grabbed the gun. He returned to his former position, with the gun in his hand. He sat up straight, his back leaning against the headboard of the bed. Different thoughts ran through his mind as he stroke the gun. An idea to escape came to his mind. For h
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Later that night when Chiara returned from work, she went up to Xavier's bedroom. She knocked on the door twice and waited for him to open the door. She was not the patient kind but she wanted to respect his privacy, given his earlier complain about it. "Good evening." He opened the door and stood in the doorway. He looked dishelved, his hair was tousled, his clothes rough and his eyes were dull. She had checked up on him using the surveillance cameras and she noticed that he did not leave his bedroom throughout the day. After he hurriedly left her bedroom in the morning, he had stayed cooped up in his bedroom. "Good evening. I brought dinner since you did not make anything." "I do not feel like eating." "Too bad. You have not left your room all day, which means you have not eaten as well. You can either follow me willingly to the kitchen or I can make you." He seemed surprise that she was aware of that, but h
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