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2026-09-12 17:46:12
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WHEN HIS HEART GOES WRONG Forget He Exists
ERICA: Four months into my sessions with Dr. Freud, she testified that I was improving faster than she had ever recorded. By the seventh month, she almost marked my time as over. However, Lucas didn’t believe in my progress. Everything I did was doubted. Every love confession was dismissed and still tagged as DPD. His attitude started to bother me, then it slipped into sadness, and eventually turned into anger. He was there, yes. After all, we lived together. The textile business was also booming. In only two months, after he took over the company’s finance and projects, Gerux’s clothing stores multiplied, spreading across nearly every region in the country. His advice to venture into duvets and sheets was the best project of the month. Within a week, our new product had surpassed the market value. Thanks to Leonard and his patronage, our products filled his entire hotel room, giving us the visibility we hadn’t publicised. Guests who enjoyed the comfort kept ordering more, and soo
WHEN HIS HEART GOES WRONG Get Better
ERICA: Lucas struggled against my hold, turning his face from side to side, but desperation made me cling harder. My lips chased his, refusing to let go. With a strong grip, he shoved me off him. The movement tore his lip; a thin streak of blood appeared, and he groaned as he pressed his fingers against it. He let out a hoarse, broken yell and turned away, raking his hands through the air like a man fighting himself more than me. “Lucas?” My voice trembled. “Shut up!” he barked, his back still to me. I swallowed hard, my breath quick and unsteady. I knew I could stay and try to talk to him…but the storm inside me was beyond words. I was burning from the inside out, like something in me would crack open if I didn’t orgasm. I turned and continued down the stairs. His hand caught my wrist again. “Where are you going?” “To get what I need,” I said, jerking my arm free. “Erica…” His voice broke, thick with something close to tears. “Don’t do this.” “I’m losing my mind, Lucas,” I
WHEN HIS HEART GOES WRONG Grief and Guilt
ERICA: After a long video chat with Lucas’s mother’s therapist, Dr. Freud, she confirmed Lucas wasn’t wrong. I showed clear signs of DPD—symptoms rooted in childhood neglect. Growing up without affection from either parent had shaped me more than I realised. Although she believed her assessment, she required a physical medical diagnosis for absolute confirmation before our sessions could begin. Just as we were getting ready to meet her in person, tragedy struck. Lucas ran out of his room, trembling. He couldn’t speak, so I took the phone from his shaking hand. Whatever frightened him was inside it. Right. Lucas’s personality was a mystery…one that needed careful studying. During sex, he was firm, domineering, confident, almost controlling. But outside of that, he was a shy, smitten cat…one that needed covering, protection, and guidance. I read the news. Eric had been shot. An ambulance was rushing him to the hospital. We hurried there. I sat outside the OR, drowning in confusion
WHEN HIS HEART GOES WRONG Welcome Disaster
ERICA: Lucas’s mother had suffered from a similar disorder for years before her death. She’d died from heartbreak…from loving too easily, desiring too deeply. At first, his explanation sounded made-up, something he’d crafted to justify his earlier accusations. But when he broke down in tears, describing how his mother had fallen into depression and never recovered, I knew it was real. She had been diagnosed with Dependent Personality Disorder (DPD)—a condition that made her terrified of being alone, quick to attach to anyone who offered her care or attention, and too eager to fall in love just to keep them close. Lucas said I exhibited every symptom his mother had shown before she was diagnosed. But help had come too late for her. By the time she received medical attention, she was emotionally broken, beyond repair. He went on to explain that his mother had grown up in a single-parent home. Her father was absent, her mother long gone. Starved of affection, she fell in love with L
WHEN HIS HEART GOES WRONG Let Me Help
ERICA: I stood in Lucas’s room, right in front of his computer, waiting for his trembling hand to power it on. After what felt like forever at the dining table, he finally confessed he had Leonard’s house under surveillance. That wasn’t shocking, but the real blow came when I learned that my room was included. Even my bathroom. I couldn’t wrap my thoughts around it. For a strong reason, I knew Lucas hadn’t just watched me kiss Leonard. He had watched more. He had feasted on my body long before he ever touched it. “Show me,” I said again, trying hard to keep the irritation out of my voice. “Erica…” “I said, show me!” Shaking, he powered his computer and opened the folder where he’d stored both videos and photos of me. I scrolled through hundreds of naked images and clips until my legs gave out and I slumped onto the chair. “Erica,” he stammered behind me. “It’s not what you think.” Not what I think? Lucas accused me of false emotions…of not loving him, when he had been the per
WHEN HIS HEART GOES WRONG Starved
ERICA: “Lucas?” I whispered, stepping backwards. He followed, his expression tight, unreadable. For every step I took, he doubled it…his fingers tugging at his glasses, his usual calm replaced with unusual urgency. He didn’t look like the timid nerd I’d known for weeks. He looked…different. Dark. Dangerous. My waist hit the edge of the dining table…shutting my escape route. He stopped in front of me, leaning onto my body. “What…what are you doing?” I stammered. He didn’t answer. Instead, his hand brushed past me, knocking aside the plates and cutlery to the floor. The heavy clashes startled me, but before I could react, he lifted me onto the table. “Lucas, get back to your senses,” I said, my voice cracked. He scoffed. “I thought you wanted me to be a man.” “Can you put on some clothes, please?” “None could fit since last night,” he said casually, glancing at his cock. My eyes followed. “Hope I don’t scare you.” Scared? I’m terrified. He grew bigger with every breath. Longe
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