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CHAPTER 38 THIRD PERSON P.O.V EVELYN cleared her thoughts after she thought about a lot of things that bothered her most. Especially about the author of the novel titled ‘in the name of psychopaths’, and why the other readers couldn't spoil the ending of the novel but instead, it spoiled what those cannon fodder went through, even the cannon fodder Evelyn in the story was mentioned in the spoiler forum. Also, what's the purpose of the author for creating such protagonists who seemed to be the real villain who will destroy the world and kill countless innocent lives?

Before the police find me — or worse if he does. A woman is dead. A child is without a mother. I've made a mistake and now I need to RUN! END OF BOOK TWO

Lisa forced her eyes open, gasping for breath as she struggled to shout angrily, "Wayne, you fool! How could you just sail away when your wife and mother are still in the water?! "Don't you know Elsa is carrying your child?!" The wind howled, tearing her words apart and scattering them across the sea. Wayne only cared about Jessy. He did not have the time or care to worry about me. Lisa was visibly overtaken with fury and grief, but in the end, her strength gave out, and she passed out again.

Her voice was polite, but there was something about the way she asked that made Sarah’s stomach twist slightly. “I attended Westbridge University. I studied management consulting,” Sarah answered, keeping her voice steady. “Interesting,” Vivian said, swirling her wine glass. “And your family?” Sarah hesitated for only a fraction of a second. “I grew up in an orphanage.” Vivian’s expression remained composed, but the slight upward tilt of her chin gave her away. “Oh.” She said it with such finality that it sent a wave of discomfort through Sarah. Sarah’s grip on her fork tightened slightly. She knew that ‘Oh’ carried a wealth of meaning, judgment, doubt, perhaps even disapproval.

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Author Pov He eyed her trembling figure infront of him. She knew she made a mistake. No she made a grave mistake. Tears blurred her sight but she didn't let them fall. She knew once a single tear escaped he will made sure to turn them into a rain of tears. "I-I am sorry Master. " Her lone whisper started to do many things to him. Not emotionally but physically. Lust. That's what he felt. He was never a guy to believe in a bullshit like love. For him love is fuck and fuck is life and that's fucking enough to live a motherfucking life.

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony