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“What was she doing with my children? Why can't she just leave you and them alone?” “Is that what this is about?” He stepped forward, his voice eerily calm now, “Your psychotic jealousy issues. They are so bad to the point that you have to hit Kiara!” Annie scoffed, baffled by the audacity, “Psychotic jealousy issues? This is unbelievable,” She snorted. “You know I’m right. I could have the police called on you right in this instance. That’s called abuse, Annie.” He shook his head, his temper rising each minute.

I raised my head, my eyes locking with his, and I felt his hands going downwards in a slow pace, but before it could come in contact with my pussy, I spoke, hoping to distract him. "Have I already seduced you?" I asked, and continued searching for an outfit, in order to distract myself from what he was doing to me, and the effect it was having on me. Luckily for me, it worked because he removed his hand, but placed it on my waist instead. I didn't want to receive another punishment for not dressing to his taste. This man was too difficult to understand. Now I knew why he was called a psychotic Alpha. He was indeed a psychopath, or was it just me who doesn't know how things like this are done

“Nothing is different about me; now can we get back on topic? I don’t have all day. I have a safe house full of newborns and one of them is a psychopath.” “You know, Osiah, you’ve always been a moody individual, but I find it hard to believe one unhinged sanguidae was able to put you in such a mood. After all, you were the one who broke me in and I was quite unruly at the time,” he smile playfully. Of course, I’m not in a mood over some pathetic newborn, I’m in a mood because I keep thinking about Yildiz and every time I do I hate myself for it.

And I treat many people to coffee and tea for free - no need to worry about this. The coffee machine rattled noisily, grinding beans. —Where is your section with horror literature? Thrillers? “Everywhere,” Yuna looked around at all the shelves in her field of vision. — We have a shop with a narrow specialization, there is practically no popular literature, especially sentimental prose, women’s fantasy and ironic detective stories. But there is a variety of alternatives, horror, mysticism, thrillers, dystopias. In general, we buy everything that other stores take for testing sales. With second-hand books, things are similar.

“Do you like killing people?” “Still trying to diagnose me as a psychopath?” I ask with a smirk. He smiles sheepishly, “I’m just trying to understand you. From what little I was told about you; you weren’t painted in a good light. I was told you’re cold, sadistic, and ruthless. I’ve seen you be ruthless; I’ve seen you be cold, but I haven’t seen you once be sadistic. In fact, I’ve seen you be compassionate a few times. You’re not like what I thought you were. For someone with such a terrifying reputation, you’ve shown me nothing but kindness. In your own weird way that is,” he explains.

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

“You of all people know how gossip spreads like wildfire in our office, true or not.” He smiles awkwardly. “I know. But, you still haven’t said whether this is true or not.” “I didn’t think I needed to!” I say, really trying to sell my outrage. “Of course it’s not true, are you insane? Why would I ever want anything to do with a psychopathic criminal who probably murders people?” “Okay, okay!” he says apologetically. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to offend you or anything. I just know I’ve also seen you spending a lot of time working directly with him.”

He looked me over, his eyes lingering on my now half-exposed breasts. "Don't worry though, if you end up bleeding to death, I'll just throw your body into the sea. Of course, after I fuck your perfect gorgeous body." I winced at the crudeness of his words. He really was a psychopath. Who talked about raping a dead body like it was a recipe they were discussing? "You're sick in the head," I spat, and the man just grinned. "You're not the first one to tell me that, sweetness. I've always been sick in the head. Tell me something new," he shrugged nonchalantly.

Aron wasn't just going to walk away from her that easily. A/N: Hey thank you for reading Book One and journeying with me. This is the End of Book One. Update: Book Two is up. F******k: taniashava I*******m: tanz.v

Indeed, a psycho have emotions too, they just need someone who'll understand and won't leave them when they need them the most and it happens to be her, my Baby Milda. She was the psychopath obsession and become the wife now. I love you so much... I promise to never leave you, forever.