Todos os capítulos de The Villain’s Therapist : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

[Aurora’s POV] Not again. What's this that I'm feeling on my face? One thing I've always hated in this life is being disturbed and woken up from sleep. It's like the only place where I can have endless silence, peace, and quality time with myself. But there just has to be something—or someone—who'll disturb it. I was sleeping peacefully on my own when I suddenly felt something wet on my face. It didn't take long for me to realize who it was. "Poppy, stop," I mumbled, still lying on my bed and feeling incredibly sleepy. But the licking didn't stop. I grabbed his face and pushed him away before turning over and going back to sleep. Only for the licking to continue. I grabbed my blanket and pulled it over my face. That finally stopped the licking. Or so I thought. A second later, Poppy jumped on top of me. “Ahh!” I screamed out. That really hurt. He was just too big and heavy. With a frustrated groan, I sat up reluctantly. On my right was my dog, his tongue hanging out as h

[Aurora’s POV] I'm the only child of my parents. Since they died, it was only right that I inherited their property—and their problems. Their problems? What else if not their worthless families. They've tried to make my life difficult in this town but of course I'd fight back. The house is actually a modern hut. It has two bedrooms, a living room, a toilet, and a kitchen. Nothing extra. Just simple decor. The walls are painted with a mixture of green and white. It might seem like an odd combination, but there's a reason behind it. Most of my work happens here. I don't need a fancy office or some huge building to do what I love. As long as my patients feel safe and comfortable,and they heal that's all that mattered to me. Right now, we're standing at the entrance of the second room, which happens to be closer to my bedroom. I took a deep breath. I was expecting some sort of chaos. Maybe screaming. Maybe something broken. Maybe Racheal trying to escape again. But it was

Roman’s POV Even after Ronn changed... He still remembered Kingsley. It had taken me months before my own son could even look at me without fear. But with Kingsley? It was different. Ronn trusted him. Then he began to walk away then sat on the bench beside the lake. I was still watching Ronn when Kingsley coughed, pulling my attention back to him. Ronn had settled on the bench, his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. Kingsley's expression had turned serious. “You seem to be blind and foolish, even as a Don.” I raised an eyebrow. Normally, I wouldn't tolerate anyone speaking to me like that. But Kingsley was different. He was my brother from another mother, and I'd always been willing to listen to his advice. “Why do you say that?” I asked calmly, waiting for him to explain. “Why would you say that in front of him?” he asked. “Say what?” I said confused at what he meant. “Did you see his expression after he heard you say that? You're his father. You're supposed to suppo

[Roman's POV] After leaving the club, I went straight to the dungeon. Calling it a dungeon was probably generous. It was an underground prison beneath my house, built to keep certain problems away from prying eyes. The government couldn't meddle in my business if they didn't know where to look. I couldn't afford to leave clues behind. The place was dark, cold, and unpleasant enough to make most people turn around the moment they stepped inside. But whoever was brought down here never came out alive. I stepped inside a cell which was located deeper into the dungeon and spotted our prisoner. He was secured to a chair in the middle of the room, his clothes dirty and his entire face covered with a nylon bag. It must be suffocating. He looked up when he heard my footsteps. I smiled. “Hi.” Nothing. Not even a response. People could be incredibly rude. I walked closer and removed the nylon covering his face. His mouth was covered with a metal lock. Then his eyes met mine. He look

[Aurora's POV] After everything, I finally opened the door to their boss, I guessed. He was actually dressed casually, unlike the others who were wearing suits. I couldn't help but shake my head as I thought about it. He looked completely different from the men who had come to my house earlier. But he did have an intimidating aura but of course it can't work on me. He let himself into my home, and honestly, I didn't even have the strength to fight with him anymore. I was already tired from everything that had happened this morning. Besides my holiday has been canceled so I just decided to hear him out and see what he actually wanted. He narrated to me the story behind his son's trauma, and honestly, I felt really emotional. Someone I knew had gone through almost the same situation, but unfortunately, died without ever getting any cure. The memory suddenly came back to me while he was talking, and I quickly had to get a hold of myself before I started crying again. I sto