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CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Anika's P.O.V

I awoke to the acrid scent of cigarettes, nearly causing a pang of heartache. Gazing around, I realized I was in a dimly lit room, revealing a ghastly environment.

The surroundings were grimy, featuring a ragged couch at its center. In the corner, a large box with a hole was present. The floor was strewn with cigarette butts, shattered bottles, scraps of paper, cartons, and splintered chairs.

Attempting to rise, I discovered my hands and feet were bound to the chair. As I glanced at the figure before me, I let out a sigh and bit my lip.

"Richard?" I laughed incredulously, masking my surprise.

"I always thought of you as a charlatan and a scoundrel, but I never imagined you to be a kidnapper as well," I retorted, met with a sharp slap on my cheek, causing my hair to cascade over my face.

His lackluster eyes bore into mine, his head cocked to the side.

"I've been waiting a long time for this moment, and now that it's here, I find it quite satisfying," he grinned.

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