" And I need you to trust me more sweetheart this is your body I would never force you to do something you are unclear with I am happy you are Carrying our child but this should be something you want as well. If you feel like this baby is putting your health in danger I will not force you to keep it. So are you sure you want this pregnancy " Damian asked Isabella because he wanted to be sure this was something she wanted not because it is the situation she finds herself in, what Mattered was he wanted her to be happy, no Matter what it was that was making her happy.
" No I have had time to think and I know I am ready now to have this baby, I know you will always be there for me so I need not to worry about it. " She said with a genuine smile on her face and looked up to Damian who already had his eyes on her, his gaze made her shy and she looked down and played with her fingers. She could not get over the butterflies he still gaze her just by a simple look
After the wedding they attended court, Isabella was still nervous about how it was going to go and She was not sure whether she wanted Meagan in jail or not all she knew was she had forgiven her but she could not help but still feel anxious. Today was the day they would hear how the mental examination had gone and whether Meagan was fit or not to stand trial. " Are you okay " Damian asked her " Yeah I am just anxious, if she really is mentally unwell then I will probably feel sorry for her I mean no understand mental illness more than me so it just makes things even more complicated. " Damian on the other hand had no sympathy for her, he regretted the day he ever allowed himself to get involved with her he felt disgusted and guilty thinking this was all his fault.He does not understand how he could have cheated on Isabella like she was his angel and for him to have hurt her like that baffled him. " I know you want her in jail but please understand me I ca
Damian Thorn is a 35 year old, his 6.2 feet tall handsome guy. He is a Greek god that makes girls drool, his the definition of an ideal guy yet behind this perfect image of wealth lies a psychotic maniac.His feared by most due to horrid tales about his shady business dealings, some say he has no soul and those who know him speak not of him due to fear of him dealing with them.His family knows his a serial killer, they've tried different kinds of help from different institutions to try and offer him help his mother always wonders what she did wrong during his upbringing for him to end up this way.He seduces beautiful young girls makes them fall in love with him before killing them and displaying their bodies as trophies, when you have money and power people get away with a lot including murder.His parents have lost all hope and are thinking of giving up when they learn of
I came back from my jog and went back to my apartment, I headed straight to the shower to wash off the sweat before I head to the hospital. I am the head of the psychiatry department at the Madison memorial hospital in London. I am 27 year old girl from New York. I came to London after my parents got a job here and were offered full residency.I started doing my studies and here and decided to study medicine and I've been practicing for 4 years now after finishing my course and specializing but I've managed to make a name for myself in those years.I've always been passionate about Mental health there's so much stigma people place to one being mentally unwell. They are shunned from society, isolated and hidden far away from people. I seek to break this false notions and help them to live healthy Normal lives.I live with my boyfriend Henry
I woke up with a terrible headache, Henry was still sleeping when I woke up I quickly brushed my teeth and headed to the kitchen to look for some pills. After drinking the pills I headed back upstairs, even though the headache is killing me I unfortunately have to go to work so I had to bath and go to work.Henry was getting out of bed when I returned to the room " Morning" I said to him. He still looked exhausted yet I know he will be preparing to go to work again. " What time did you get home yesterday, you look like hell. You are not well rested " I wish I could get him to stay at home and relax he never takes leave from work his always so busy I worry he might burn out.I got here a little after 12am, unfortunately I have a shift now at 10h00. We had an emergency yesterday before I could knock off " " There's always emergencies in surgery, I just worry about you. Your so invested in helping your patients I get
I received a text from Henry, we couldn't go to the weekend away this week as he couldn't get someone who'll cover his shift. I got disappointed but this was nothing new, his always busy we hardly celebrate anything together. But why do I still get so sad everytime, I promised myself not to have any high hopes yet I had done that. Suddenly my day became gloomy I didn't know how I was going to be able to continue, seeing patients in my state.I called Rochelle into my office, " Would you please cancel my appointments for the day and tomorrow I'm not feeling so great anymore. And please ask Dr Ishmael if he can't see my new patients since I haven't started anything with them, as for the old ones ask them if they will wait for me or do they want to see someone else "" Yes Dr White, I'll get straight to it. Please get better " " Thank you, Rochelle " She bowed and left. I took my things and headed to my f
Henry was working late again, so I was having dinner by myself. I had hoped he'd come back early so I could tell him about my plans for tomorrow. I am going to the Thorn mansion the poor family is going through a lot. I could tell through the phone that Mr Thorn was deeply troubled if you've never been in that situation you Don't really understand what the family of an mentally unwell client goes through. They themselves need to undergo therapy to deal with their feelings I'll have to talk to them about therapy it'll help them a lot.After eating dinner, I watched the news for a while. I was still waiting for Henry to come back from work. Another body of a very beautiful lady had been found. The police were now quite convinced a serial killer was behind it, they even had a suspect but couldn't confirm the identity of the believed suspect because he was a man of high power and they needed to be 100 percent certain before releasing his name to the me
He is perfection in all its forms Beautiful green eyes dark hair, well defined jaw and delicious pink lips. His handsome as hell. The door opens catching both of us off guard and I immediately back away from him. John comes in, his questioning stare directed at this Handsome person next to me, he just smirks in return I'm sensing some trouble.I'm flushed and embarrassed I almost allowed this stranger to have his way with me, " I see you've already met Miss White. " John says and then his gaze moves back to me. " Miss White this is Damian Thorn, his the one you'll be treating " The news slaps me hard on the face, I pale at the news so his the psychotic one. I chock on my spit and John offers me some water. Why am I surprised no normal person would do what he just did to me." Are you Okay Miss White " Damian asks he looks a bit hurt, I have been trained to musk my feelings yet today I failed horribly and know he'l
I drove back home not quite sure what to make of what happened today I couldn't believe the way Damian made me feel. I could still feel his back pressing into me and his Arousal pressing into my back. What would've happened had John not interrupted. I didn't even need to see his face to feel a pull and attraction to him. I was enchanted.He is my patient it makes it wrong on so many levels yet I can't help but want him. But his not even someone I would normally go for, his pure evil you can see it in his eyes his one of those that will hurt you and leave you. And besides I already have a man so why do I think about Damian.I cursed myself for being stupid I'm supposed to be a master reader of people yet Mrs and Mr Thorn played me like a fool. I will be ignoring them from now onwards, I don't want anything which will associate me with those people.She got home and found Henry