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Chapter 22: Ring

Author: Erik Ali
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I awoke with a terrible headache; my vison was spinning as I tried to get up from the bed. Later that day I realized I had a fever.

Arcel stayed beside me all throughout. She tended to my needs and fed me until I was feeling a little better. It was probably because I slept late last night after the incident with Vincenzo. I wasn’t able to sleep peacefully because my mind keep going back and forth to the conversation I had with him.

Later in the day, just as I started to drift into a restless slumber, the door creaked open, and Vincenzo entered the room without a word. His cold and distant demeanor was as palpable as ever.

He stood there, a silent observer of my weakened state, his eyes giving nothing away. The air in the room shifted, becoming heavy with tension. I could feel the weight of his presence, a reminder of the unresolved issues between us.

"I heard you were unwell," he finally spoke, his tone detached. "Arcel seems to be taking good care of you."

I shot him a sharp look
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I like the story but I'm frustrated with Enzo and Annizah...their love/hate relationship isn't working for me especially when they only come together for sex....I want them to work on their relationship and start to get to know each other
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