CHAPTER 32

If she knew what Nolan was thinking, she'd hit him with one of the vase's shards strewn about on the floor. She would always kill him while he was sleeping or poison his whisky, which he enjoys drinking.
Nolan smiled as he received a call from Clara while coaxing his blind wife. Clara was a truly efficient woman, and she deserved to be the woman he chose.
“I need to go get things ready,” Nolan said straightly while withdrawing his hand, causing Gwen to look up at him with puffy eyes.
“Will you be back tonight?”
“Yes, I will be back when I finish the arrangement,” he replied with a shallow smile.
Hearing that he was returning made her so happy that she forgot about her complaints. She wiped her tears away and gave him a sweet smile. He couldn't help but kiss her on the forehead when he saw how obedient she was.
Nolan then droves away from the villa in his black sedan, heading to the villa he shared with Clara. When he walked into the villa, he could hear soft music coming from the study.
Nolan smiled slyly as he made his way to the study, which he discovered slightly open, and Clara inside was busy drinking champagne while wearing one of his favorite lingerie.
He didn't need to say anything because he knew exactly what the boss lady wanted. He knew he wouldn't get what he needed unless he satisfied her, and as a man consumed by desire, he completely fell into her trap, and he didn't regret it.
After a fierce battle, the two lovers found themselves in each other's arms, where Clara reported her findings to him. To think that those people were living their lives as if nothing was happening truly enraged him but thinking about the day they would meet their end enthralled him, and he went for another round with Clara.
Nolan only had one goal in mind: get rid of the clone before she could marry the man she loves. How could she be so shallow? She had been busy confessing her love to him at one point, and now she was with someone else who wasn't him. He was not going to let that happen, especially now that he had proof that it was the same person he was once engaged to, even though she was merely a clone.
It was not something Nolan wanted to see happen, having what was his taken by someone else. Things he couldn't obtain were better off dead and gone than with others.
After mentally bullshitting himself, Nolan nodded his head with satisfaction. He flirted with Clara for a while before returning to the villa to see Gwen, as he had promised earlier.
He decided to have his way with her while he was in a good mood because she might not be with him for long. Gwen, who had no idea what her husband was thinking, was overjoyed that Nolan desired to be intimate with her.
Gwen was eaten clean and dry until she couldn't move, and she had a very sweet dream as a result. In her dream, she killed the clone, Clara, and snatched Chandler and her husband from beneath her skirt. The two men bowed down to her as if she were a deity. How could she not have a good dream after all that?
In the other villa, two love dogs were having so much fun frolicking in the sheets that they had lost track of how many times they had been on it.
Chandler couldn't bring himself to leave his young wife alone after seeing her flushed face and lustful eyes. She looked like a nymph or a succubus, as if she were high on drugs, and this had been going on since the rumors began to circulate online.
He saw nothing wrong with it because he enjoyed being intimate with his wife. He had no idea what she was planning to do to Gwen and her followers because they were already on the move.
He had guards on every member of his family; Vanity wasn't going anywhere, so there was no need for him to add any extra security. He knew one thing for certain: they were waiting for an opportunity to capture Vanity or Heidi. They obtained this information after spending a lot of money.
Vanity volunteered because she didn't want anything to happen to Heidi or anyone else, especially since they wanted her in the first place. Chandler, as a henpecked husband, initially refused to agree, but after being coaxed by his succubus wife, he fell for her trap and agreed.
“Do not allow yourself to be hurt.”
“I won't let anything happen to me, don't worry about me,” Vanity assured her husband, her arms around his neck.
“Just make sure that whoever comes at you ends them and returns to us,” Chandler said solemnly, making Vanity smile. She couldn't believe her husband was encouraging her to go on a murderous rampage.
“I'll do that, it's been a long time since I've had a meal,” Vanity said, tracing her tongue on her elongated fangs.
“Free food is hard to come by; just don't overeat. Remember not to just feed on anyone,” Chandler said as he planted tiny kisses on her cheeks, making her laugh.
“I am very picky,” she said as she drew him down to her, capturing those lips once more, and the two became very harmonious once more, fighting in the early hours of the morning.
It was a good thing the room was soundproof because many people would have suffered that night and Vanity would have lost face if she had to move around in the villa again.
No one knew what happened, but what everyone saw was so terrifying that they wished they hadn't seen it. This was the case for the two beggars who had wandered into the empty building in search of a place to sleep.
This was the same building where the two had been sleeping for several months since the construction had been halted. Like any other night, the two had returned to their base only to be greeted by a gruesome scene. They've never seen anything like it in their entire begging careers.