All Chapters of The Saintess Chose The Wrong Man: Chapter 121
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Chapter 121
The driver looked like he had seen a ghost.Like whatever was in front of them… wasn’t something he was prepared to face.“What is going on—”Abigail didn’t even get to finish the sentence.It hit her all at once.The Cataract team.The same people she had convinced herself she could handle. The same ones she thought she had cleverly talked her way out of.They were here.Right in front of her car.And their boss—someone she recognized instantly—was already walking toward them.The road had gone still.Every car that had been moving moments ago had stopped. No one dared drive forward. No one dared interfere.It was unspoken.You did not cross the Cataract team.Not if you valued your life.By the time the men reached the car, the driver had already raised his hands.He wasn’t even trying to act brave.This wasn’t a situation you resisted.This was a situation you survived.Abigail swallowed.For a brief second, she told herself she still had this under control.They wouldn’t hurt her.
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Abigail opened her mouth.“Actually—”But she stopped.The look on his face told her everything.He wasn’t done.“You’ve been lying to us,” he said.No anger.No shouting.Just… truth.And somehow, that made it worse.“I don’t even know how to say it nicely,” he went on, his voice dipping slightly, like it cost him something to admit it. “But you lied.”For a moment, he looked away.And when he looked back, there was something new in his expression.Disappointment.Like this had affected him more than it should have.“Do you know…” he said again, a faint smile appearing, softer now, almost distant, “let me tell you something about our boss.”Abigail’s chest tightened.This was going somewhere bad.“I’m from Colombia,” he continued. “My parents were born there. I was supposed to live my whole life there. Simple life.”He let out a quiet breath.“But I wasn’t built for simple.”A flicker of something darker passed through his eyes.“I’ve done things. Seen things. Enough to call myself o
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“I… nothing,” she stammered finally.“Oh. Right.” He smiled. That same calm, polite smile.“I think I’ve taken enough of your time today,” he said, as if this had been a normal meeting. “I’ll let you go.”Abigail’s heart skipped.Let… her go?“But I would like to meet your husband,” he continued smoothly. “I don’t believe he has amnesia. And I don’t believe you’re married to our boss.”Her chest tightened again.“But your father…” he added, his voice softening just slightly, “your father must have told you something.”A pause.“I’ll come see you tomorrow. Same time.”His eyes held hers.“Anywhere you are.”That last part landed heavier than everything else.A quiet reminder.There was nowhere she could hide.Abigail didn’t move.Didn’t speak.Didn’t breathe properly.She had expected pain.Expected violence.Expected something she could fight or run from.But this?This was worse.Because now she had to live with it.The boss stepped out of the car.Then, like a perfect gentleman, he
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Mireya sat stiffly in the cab, a restless itch crawling under her skin that she couldn’t scratch.Her powers were active—too active.Every word from Lombard’s car reached her clearly, like she was sitting right there with them. And the more she listened, the worse it got.He had fooled her.Completely.But that wasn’t even what burned the most.It was the fact that he was getting away with it.Her jaw tightened.Rowan had said it. Clearly. Without hesitation.Lombard had a child.Even Ron had hinted at it earlier, when the boy had been brought to the house. She had dismissed it then—refused to even consider it. There was no way Lombard would have a child and hide something that big from her.But now…Now it wasn’t something she could ignore.She had already dug.Of course she had.The moment doubt crept in, she had her team pull everything they could find. And they had delivered faster than she expected.Files.Photos.Old records.There were images of Lombard from years back—around t
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Inside the restaurant, Finn ordered a small portion of fries, like that alone could sustain him.Lombard, on the other hand, looked at the menu once and didn’t hesitate.He ordered two full servings from the lunch section.The waiter hesitated.“It’s almost evening, sir, so—”Lombard didn’t even look up.“I said lunch.”The waiter swallowed the rest of his sentence and nodded quickly.“Yes, sir.”Finn was already seated, shifting slightly in his chair as he waited.He didn’t understand why they were still here.In his mind, this was supposed to be a full-day crash course. Prom was tomorrow, and he had expected to be done by now—done with everything Lombard had to teach him.Maybe even go home and replay everything in his head.Or better yet, record Lombard’s voice and listen to it all night like some kind of survival guide.But so far?The only real thing he could point to was the haircut… and the fact that a few girls had gotten excited over him and even given him their numbers.That
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Mireya felt it like a slap.Personal.Insulting.How dare someone like him speak about her like that?Finn—some random boy she had barely known until now. A boy Lombard had clearly chosen not to explain to her. A boy she had already decided didn’t matter.And yet—He had the audacity.Her grip tightened around the glass in her hand.The water inside trembled.At first, it was subtle.Then it started to ripple—small waves forming against the sides of the cup as her powers responded to her emotions.She forced herself to steady.Not here.Not now.“The thing is…” Finn continued, unaware of just how close he was to triggering something dangerous, “women like that are the worst. You’re better off not having a woman in your life at all than ending up with someone like that.”Mireya’s jaw tightened.Finn leaned back, glancing at her again.Now that he had seen her properly, he couldn’t fully connect what Lombard had said to what he was seeing.He didn’t know what had happened between them.
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The frown on Mireya's face came quickly—but Finn could tell it wasn’t real. More like a mask she had put on.“Do you mind taking a ride with me?” Finn said, using the exact tone he had heard Lombard use earlier.Confident.Casual.Almost dismissive.“I saw you looking at me earlier. Thought you might want to.”Mireya paused.For a second.Then her lips curved into a smile.Oh.So that was what this was.Now that Lombard wasn’t here, the boy thought he could talk to her like this?Interesting.Very interesting.She stepped closer, her smile widening—soft, harmless on the surface… but there was nothing harmless about it.“Hey,” she said gently. “You want to have a ride with me?”“No,” Finn replied instantly.Same tone.Same flat delivery Lombard used when he was being sarcastic.Mireya blinked.Just once.Thrown off—slightly.Then she recovered.“Don’t be naughty,” she said, her voice still smooth. “I heard you ask me to take a ride with you.”“I asked if you mind taking a ride with me,
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Because this—this had his fingerprints all over it.But no.Mireya’s powers told her Lombard wasn’t here.Which made it worse.This was just the boy.She smiled.Slowly.Then reached into her purse.Pulled out a thick note.And shoved it into Finn’s wallet.“You can use that to buy more gas,” she said smoothly. “So next time, you won’t use gas prices as an excuse to avoid being a gentleman.”Finn froze. Mentally. Emotionally.Outplayed.He had absolutely no idea what to do with that.He had expected embarrassment.Not… this.Mireya turned and walked away like she hadn’t just reset his entire brain.Finn stood there for a few seconds.Then got into the car.Yanked at his hair.“Yeah… I’m not there yet,” he muttered.For a second, he really thought he was becoming like Lombard.Meanwhile, Mireya decided it was a complete waste of time to keep tracking whatever Lombard was doing with his life now.A life without the purpose of the Holy One was empty. Useless.And the Holy One had alread
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It was completely dark.But open.He could see the sky stretching above him—no ceiling, no walls closing in. Just emptiness and night.Good.He resisted the urge to snap his fingers and summon light.No need to announce himself.Not yet.If he had power like Mireya’s…He would have flown out of here already.The thought made him hiss under his breath.And Mireya—She hadn’t even come looking for him?Pathetic.He pushed that thought aside and moved.His feet found solid ground, uneven and cold beneath him. He walked slowly, carefully.Then—His hand brushed against something.A wall.Cold. Smooth. Too smooth.He frowned, moving along it, fingers dragging lightly across the surface.Whatever these people built this place with…It wasn’t normal.Of course it wasn’t.Crazy people.Ruthless people.Stupid people.He’d wipe them all out when he got out of here.But first—He had to actually get out.He kept walking.One minute.Two.Still nothing.No exit.No break.Just walls.Every direc
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Lombard was ushered into one of the inner rooms of the house.Even from outside, the place already told its story.Money.Not the loud kind.The quiet, suffocating kind.The entire structure leaned heavily on glass—walls, panels, reflections everywhere. As Lombard walked through, he kept catching glimpses of himself in passing surfaces.Different angles.Different versions.For a moment, he almost laughed.Yeah.He could see why the old man had been so confident earlier. With this kind of wealth backing his name, any granddaughter in that family would be considered… valuable.And Lombard?Well.He knew exactly what he brought to the table.He was handsome.He didn’t need anyone to confirm that.“Good evening, Lombard.”The voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He looked up.The patriarch.Lombard let a relaxed smile settle on his face as he walked forward, his posture just slightly lowered—not submissive, just respectful enough.He extended his hand.The old man took it.And held it.