Chapter 1

"You thought we were done right?"
A whimper~
"We are not done"
A plea~
"I said, I am not done"
A cry~
"Understand?"
A whine~
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When Billionaire found his anabelle, no one could do anything but see how the chess fell.

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"Bring him safe and sound but if he resists too much...." He stopped for a while, "Well, I don't mind a busted lip or a little scrap over the forehead" He finished the call and it was silent again in the dark room.

"You will be back in my arms, Darling, soon"

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