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Chapter hundred eighteen

Ariah’s POV

I saw the anger slowly rising to his face, he stared at me madly and then he asked in an infuriated tone, “Ariah, what did you do?”

I frowned up at him and stared at him as if he was stupid, “What the hell do you mean?” I asked.

His face became livid and he grunted and let go of me, “I’ll ask one more fucking time, what did you do? You…” He sighed and stared at me, visibly frustrated. He closed his eyes for a while, his hands on his waist as he exhaled hard. “The maids will help you freshen up.” He said, his voice suddenly calm and that made me alert.

What the fuck was he brewing in that sinister and sick mind of his?

“Freshen up for what?” I asked in a shaky voice.

He turned and walked away, but I stopped him with my hysterical voice. “Why am I here? Why don’t you have me locked up in a fucking cell?” I yelled, panting heavily as I stared at his broad, hunched back.

He turned around slowly and squinted at me, “Because you can still be of use to me and I’ll make su
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