All Chapters of Devil's Psychopathic Obsession : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The next week passed slowly, painfully slow for Mirabella. Hunter had been very busy. She hardly saw him anymore. He was appearing and disappearing like a ghost. Every morning he left the house early, before she was even awake and came back in the hours of the next morning. He stopped coming back to the house. So, she thought maybe he was sleeping in his penthouse at the club, but soon she noticed he wasn’t even showing up there anymore. Not once had she seen him or bumped into him at the club in that whole week, not even when she went to his office to see him.Gabriel too had become scarce in the club. Saraphina was the one who finally explained to her the situation. “They’re handling some operations. That’s why you don’t see them around. That's how it gets over here at times like this.”Mirabella had forced a smile when she heard it, but deep down, it hurt. She hated that she got to know what Hunter was doing from someone else. He didn’t tell her anything. He didn’t share his life

The day moved with small tasks. Mirabella served a few customers—a neighbor buying a small silver bracelet, a tourist who wanted a local charm, a young woman looking for a birthday present for her mother. Mirabella wrapped each purchase with care. She smiled and spoke with soft patience and kindness. She had a quiet way of making people feel seen. Rena sat on a small stool and played with a tiny rubber train. Her words came in lovely stumbles, “chug-chug!” and “train go vroom!”—and everyone in the shop hummed at the easy joy.At one point, Mirabella’s thoughts wandered. She had somehow come across Daniel; her childhood friend. He'd told her initially that he didn't live in Maplewood hills, and that he relocated here because of a project assigned to him by the company he works for; Hudson River Renewable Energy Dam Project. A multi-year infrastructure project to build a hydroelectric dam and energy facility on the Hudson River.She stood behind the counter and watched him place the lit

She could feel the hair on her neck stand as she walked through the quiet road toward her house. The evening was quiet, the kind that made every sound echo louder than it should. Only a few people were on the road. Daniel walked beside her, his arms carefully holding a sleeping Rena against his chest. The little girl’s soft breathing was steady, her face pressed against Daniel’s shoulder, completely unaware of the unease running through her mother.Beverly walked a short distance in front of them, swinging a black-and-white tote bag lazily with one hand, humming a cheerful tune under her breath. Her tune carried lightly in the air, but for Mirabella, the growing knot in her stomach increased.Just like the past three days. She always felt weird walking on the road. Daniel’s voice broke the silence from beside her. “Are you okay, Mira? You look a little unsettled.” His words were gentle, but his eyes searched her face carefully.Mirabella blinked quickly, forcing a smile. “Huh? Oh… I’

He woke up the next morning with the tingling sensation of tiny fingers poking at his cheek and nose and the sound of soft giggles filling the room. His brows furrowed as his senses slowly started to wake, and when he finally opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the most innocent and pure ocean-blue eyes staring right into his.The little girl’s wide smile stretched from cheek to cheek. Her small perfectly arranged teeth showed, her dimples deepened, and her whole face lit up in delight when his eyes finally fluttered open.“Dada!” she squealed in her tiny, sweet voice—there was no hesitation, no doubt, no question in her voice.The word pierced right through him. His heart skipped, then twisted and melted all at once. Hunter blinked at her, stunned. He had imagined this moment in his dreams, but reality was stronger, denser. She had called him *dada* on there first meeting, as if she had always known him, as if he had never been absent in her life. His lips parted slowly into

Oh God. She was really getting on his nerves. He could do so many things to her right now to subdue her. To make her bend, to make her do what he wanted instantly. Most importantly, he was damn hot and hard—and he needed relief. Just looking at her made his blood rush, his cock strain, and his body throb. She could make him hard even when he was angry. She had that much effect on him.He could so easily pin her down on that bed right now, roll up her short top, and bury himself deep inside of her. He wanted to—every part of his body wanted and screamed for it. But he wouldn’t. Not yet. He had decided to go gently with her. To work at her pace. To take her slowly, even if it tore him apart. But deep down he knew—his patience was running out. He wasn’t a patient man. He had never been.His eyes locked on her with a piercing intensity. The sharpness of his gaze made her knees buckle. Her body trembled under the weight of his stare. She thought for a moment to obey him, to surrender, to g