73. HIS WIFE’S GRAVE

KATERINA

Maybe he was lonely in there. I heard that sometimes rich people like him were kept in separate cells from from other people.

He kept texting me from time to time, telling me random things. What he ate, about the boss there, how he wanted to kill everyone, how he wants to start with me but for some reason, he doesn't want to do it, at the same time.

Sometimes, he would tell me how beautiful I was, how stupid he was for still texting me despite knowing that I was the cause of his predicament. How the hell was he so sure of that?

It might be a wonder why he was still texting me despite the fact that I had already blocked him. Well, my fingers might have skipped and unblocked him again right after blocking first.

What? I was so lonely these days, and somehow I just knew that he would try to talk to me.

I looked over to the side of my room to see the packages I had been sent over the last few days, most of which were as a result of Vincent clearing my expensive carts.

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