Nine months too late: After divorce by Baby Charlene

Chapter 124

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"What do I do with the dress?" Raphael asked as he and Kage stepped out of the car and began walking towards the house.

Kage was silent, a maid coming to take his jacket as soon as he stepped into the house.

He watched her go off, probably taking it to the laundry room.

"I don't care. I just don't wanna see it around," he grumped.

"Okay," Raphael shrugged. "I'll just stay here and finish what I have to do."

Kage went up the stairs while Raphael settled into the living room, turning on his system.

Approaching his bedroom, his steps slowed when he noticed his door was slightly open. There was someone in his room.

A frown creased his brows. Who dared to enter his personal space?

He walked into the room and found her in front of the mirror, touching her hair.

She turned to look at him and her eyes

lit

up

with a smile.

"Hey! You're home!" Cindy happily approached him.

"What're you doing here?" The ice in Kage's voice made her freeze halfway. "I don't remember having this conversation with you."

"Um... I thought I should surprise you. You know, I had some extra time and-"

Cindy." He took a step forward. "I thought I made myself explicitly clear when I said you

towards her. Cindy found them threatening and

"Fine. I'm sorry, okay? I just thought I could do

faltered

felt small under his scrutiny. She crossed her arms to prevent them from shaking before him. Kage

his head towards it.

touched the pony. "Well, yes.

Kage's reply was instant and

She dropped her eyes nervously shifting

her today." He lowered his eyes to

down at her dress.

he spoke. "She doesn't like it. Today, you look just like

past her, going to

rolled her eyes and blinked rapidly, forcing the

looking like me,

as he stood before the

I not good

unlocked from

it down on the table. "You

leaning his waist against the table. "If you didn't have a purpose, do you think you'd be good enough to walk through my gates? I'd have ordered my men to shoot you on

that if she had

we? What we have going isn't a real relationship, and you know it. You agreed to being used by me- however I want it. And in return, I

toward her. Cindy sniffed, forcing her legs to stay rooted to the ground and not cower away from

greatest dreams achieved. We may have sex, Cindy, but

free. She sniffled, stepping back

understand he could never love her when he offered the deal to her two years ago. Yet, there was a foolish part of her that

could continue being cruel, but one day, she'll make him hers. He'll belong only to

He dismissed her

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stared at the phone in her hand, particularly at the last sent text in her inbox: 'Why aren't you saying anything? I've been trying

her strange texter. It's been three days since she got the first text from them, and

contacted a hacker to help track the number, but it turned out the text had been