All Chapters of The Villain’s Therapist : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

[Vanessa's POV] Finally, it was time to take this huge step. Being a virgin at twenty-three years old wasn't easy. But after a dare from my friends, I had decided to finally do it. Tonight, we had all gathered at The Mavens, an insanely popular nightclub. The music was pounding so loudly it could probably deafen anyone. But there was one problem. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. The second we walked through the door, my friends scattered in different directions, shouting their wishful “good lucks” over the deafening music. And somehow, I ended up at the bar. Just sitting there. I couldn't count how many men had already approached me, but I had turned every single one of them down. I wasn't interested. None of them caught my eye. “You sure you don't want anything?” the bartender asked for what felt like the umpteenth time, giving me that unmistakable you're definitely a newcomer look. I let out a heavy breath. “Okay. Give me the strongest alcoholic drink you have.” I

[Vanessa's POV] Before I could even pull my pants up properly, he was behind me. His hand clamped onto my waist, dragging my back flush against his hard chest, while his other hand reached around to cup my right breast through my dress. A sharp gasp tore from my throat. "And where do you think you're going?" he asked, his tone dropping into a low, dark growl. His thumb and forefinger flicked over my nipple, rolling it through the thin fabric. "Hmm..." I murmured absentmindedly, my thoughts instantly growing foggy again. Curse this sensation. Without warning, he spun me around to face him. "You haven't answered my question," he said. His hand slid from my waist down to my hip, giving my butt a firm, possessive squeeze before spanking it lightly. A sharp jolt of electricity shot straight down my spine, completely wiping out whatever rational thoughts I had left. Damn him. He knew exactly what he was doing. "My answer," he whispered against my skin, leaning down to bite lightly at

[Roman’s POV] I stepped into the quiet, brightly lit office, my hand wrapped firmly around Ronn’s small, cold fingers. The room smelled of soft lavender and fresh paper, screaming feminine. I hated bringing my family’s business into places like this, but I was running out of options. My son hadn't spoken a word in months. Despite the past therapists he'd seen, there had been no improvement, and I was willing to cross into any territory to bring him back. "Hello, welcome to—" That was all I heard before a soft clatter echoed through the room. A notepad had fallen onto the floor. I raised my eyes, locking onto the woman standing beside a sleek wooden desk. She looked young, in her mid-twenties, maybe. She was dressed in a fitted cream blazer and a pencil skirt with her dark hair pulled back into a neat, professional knot, but her face was completely drained of color. Wide, terrified hazel eyes stared straight at me as if she had just seen a ghost. I hated that I had noticed. My bro

[Roman's POV] I scoffed silently to myself, brushing the thought away as quickly as it came. It didn't matter. She was a nobody—just another face in a city full of ordinary people. Whatever insignificant place I might have crossed paths with her didn't change the fact that she was currently my son's best shot at recovery. "Keep a close eye on Dr. Vanessa. Monitor her apartment through the night," I said to my right-hand man, Malcolm, sitting in the front passenger seat. She knew who I was now, and a civilian woman like her would naturally look for an exit strategy. "If she tries to pack her bags and leave the city, stop her," I ordered, my eyes narrowing as I watched the streetlights flicker across the windshield. "She thinks she has a choice in this. She doesn't. She is coming to the estate tomorrow at eight o'clock, whether she walks into the car willingly or my men throw her in the back." "Yes boss" She had stepped into my world the moment I walked through her door, an

[Vanessa's POV] When she pulled back the curtain, her expression shifted to one of pure fear. All at once, we gasped together and pulled each other into a frightened, breathless hug. Could it be Roman Vance? How on earth did he find Delilah's house? It's over. I'm completely done for. She quickly snapped the curtains shut and scrambled back to our side, her cheeks completely drained of color. "Is it him?" Piper asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Lola nodded stiffly in response, unable to form words. "No time to panic," Delilah said, her instincts taking over immediately. "We can use the back door. Now." "Yeah, yeah. You're right," I agreed, Piper's hands shaking as she reached for my bags. "Come on, the luggages. Hurry!" We all grabbed my bags and hurried toward the kitchen. My heart beating so fast that I think my friends could hear it. But halfway down the hallway, I realized the footsteps behind me had stopped. "Lola?" I heared Piper called out, pausing near t