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Then she would vanish without a trace the next day. Dominic was too afraid to sleep. He forced himself to walk around the mansion at night. The extreme anxiety made him unusually sensitive. He yelled at his servants and even pointed a gun at their heads, which terrified them. On one occasion, he accidentally fired his gun and nearly shot his bodyguard. People avoided Dominic as if he were a plague. News of Dominic’s madness spread wide. “If I close my eyes, you better wake me up!” Dominic pleaded as he gripped my hand tightly.

They were all activity reports that Ellen always gave him. And the thing that caught Stevens eyes right now was the dark blue diary that was at the bottom of the pile of white papers. The man's hand reached out to take the diary. Even though Stev knew, that was not his right and he should not read people's diaries carelessly. But that man still didn't want to care about it. At that time Stev opened the book. The first thing he saw was a photo of the three members. Himself, Lucy and Ellen. The man glanced at Ellen briefly before turning his attention back to the book in his hand again.

But what floated through the small gap wasn't the voice of an analyst delivering a financial briefing—it was the soft, rhythmic beeping of a monitor. Inside what was supposed to be one of the most secure offices in the world, the screen wasn't displaying figures for market trends. It was monitoring Rowena's heartbeat in real time. A man who could strike down a 10-billion-dollar investment without so much as a flicker of emotion was now staring at a medical monitor, his face taut with panic. How ridiculous! I still remembered how, during the early days of our marriage, I had once cut my finger on the edge of a folder while delivering documents to him. Blood had beaded on my fingertip.

A tattoo of thorny veins wraps around his right arm, snaking from his wrist to his shoulder. I quickly looked away. This was a man dubbed the Mad Doctor because he killed his parents at only eleven. He is dangerous. And definitely not someone I should be ogling.

I feel like I am in an alternate universe where nothing makes sense. Hazel My mouth is hanging open by the time I finish with this page. Hazel is right. He is insane! I come from a line of insane people. December 20th, 1972 Dear diary, I am going crazy. My mate is a nutcase. He won't even let me open a window to get fresh air. The same guy from before brings me all my meals because Graham doesn't want anyone else seeing me. He says he is lucky he convinced his father to spare me.

She’s dumber than I thought. Love makes people do crazy things — that much I know. But this? This is madness with sprinkles. Stealing condoms … okay, not that … but faking DNA tests, drugging, raping, killing fetuses, plotting with murderers, shooting friends. Someone should hand these people a referral card to a psychiatrist’s office and lock the door behind them. “You clearly cracked your biscuit somewhere,” Lee sighs, his sarcasm wrapped in sing-song sweetness. Somehow, he makes crazy sound cute.

I loosened my tie and a few buttons, already thinking of ways to fire every worker that was present in this house tonight. He quickly jumped to work, his hand trembling as he clicked the mouse and typed on the system. I looked closer as the footage started to play and saw the black and white image of a woman. She was wearing a black dress, her hair was black, swaying as she moved. She carried Leo in her arms, he was completely oblivious until she pulled off the black wig she had on to reveal her blonde hair. We watched as Leo started to struggle in her arms but she covered his mouth with her palm. She stopped for a split second, looking directly into the camera. My blood froze the moment I c

I knew where the movie theater was, and I faced it, crossing my legs, closing my eyes completely, and concentrating. Images came to me almost immediately. He had been here, about to pull the team out, when his IAC went haywire. I saw images from inside the movie theater—members of his team being tortured and murdered. He’d thought it was real, though he was confused as to how it was happening. And then, he’d realized he wasn’t alone. They were here—both of them. And someone else, a doctor of some sort, a crazy doctor who looked like a cartoon Frankenstein, a mad-scientist.

as a result she cried louder, her forehead was placed over his chin as she continue to lean, her body shook because of her crying “Siddharth Kapoor, you’re insane!, you’re deranged! you're crazy!How dare you lie to me when you're so ill, you even ruined my date, my first date!, I didn’t want to go on a date with a sick man, you better get well soon and plan a date again to reimburse all my efforts you wasted today,” She continued crying and whimpering, the man smiled as his heart felt warm ‘Mad! Crazy! Deranged!!’ this woman dared to call him mad and crazy.. No one on this earth dared to call him that on his face

“There were even videos where you can hear the sounds of a wolf growling! I mean, why would there be wolves growling in the city?” “Stop watching movies! The growling could be from a dog while the super speed or whatever could be edited! Don’t believe everything from the internet!” Madison walked towards them and looked at them. “Are you guys going to gossip all day? Don’t you have enough work to do? You’re not getting paid to gossip about none sense stuffs.” “Have you heard that news too doctor Suarez?” “Just get back to work. Even if I—” Madison stopped midway of her sentence when a man came in the emergency room covered with blood.