Novel & Cerita Read Reverend Insanity

the man asked Bryce. Rever was drunk and couldn't even stand on his legs straight. He was enraged to hear the man's words and prepared a fist to throw at him. "You stinking pig! F***ing fat a*s!" blurted Rever. "I am so sorry! He is just drunk. I apologize on his behalf," begged Oriel, coming to make him stop. She supported him to stand straight and apologized a few times.

"Papa was a devout Catholic. He would never have suspected Father Romano. Robin paid him half a million dollars to add a specialized substance to Papa's holy water." "He said he just wanted to weaken the old Don, to give himself a bigger role in family affairs. But that substance—it's known to induce a fatal cardiac arrest." "The evidence?" "We have it all. Bank transfer records, receipts for the chemical purchase, and…" Marco paused. "Sal has his full confession on tape. The priest sang like a canary to save his own skin." If there was even a shred of hope left in me for Robin, Father Romano's confession annihilated it.

“She’s not yours. She never was.” The pounding stopped. The silence that followed was worse. My ears rang with it, waiting for the next blow, the next word. I realized I was trembling so hard the mug on the table rattled beside me. Then Barry spoke again, quieter, almost mocking. “You think you’re her savior? You think you can erase me?” He let the words hang, thick and poisonous. “She’ll come back. She always does. And when she does, you’ll wish you’d stayed out of it.”

Chelsea was mad. Or crazy. Elena couldn’t decide which one as she watched the woman’s shiny eyes. This wasn’t Chelsea Rodriguez, the intelligent arch enemy she’d had since childhood. This woman was something else, bordering on the edge of insanity. “What’s wrong with her?” Elena asked her secretary as she watched Chelsea respond to the judges’s few questions. “I’m not sure,” Kim sighed and shook her head. “At the first trial, I thought she was putting on an act but now, it’s obvious to anyone that she’s lost it. Maybe guilt from all her evil deeds or the pain of losing the child she longed for,”

I snapped at the man. "It isn't because of me. She chose this path. She chose to have Revenge." Vladimir retorted. I scoffed, "So did I because it is what everyone else would've done, dumbass. When we are done here, I'm going to make you suck your own dick." And I was not kidding. "Now, where the fuck is Blake?" "Blake? Tell me—my dearest step-son—" he smirked making me frown, "I'm not your step son. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

She needed to hear what it was about. She clicked on the file. As she listened, a cold chilling breeze of realization hit her to the core. The audio was a discussion between Phil and an unknown person—a man. It was a conversation that had taken place just before her father was picked up by the police. She began to doubt the credibility of his institution. “He’s becoming a liability gradually,” the unknown voice said, his speech a judgment laced with cold, clinical detachment. “He had found out too much about us. He must be neutralized.”

Still moves left to play. She smiled. Broken smile. Mad smile. Dangerous smile. Outside her door. Kelvin stood. Listening. Hearing crashes. Hearing screams. Knowing. His daughter. Gone. Replaced by something else. Something terrible. Something he couldn't save. He walked away. Slow. Heavy. Defeated. Father failing. Father grieving. Father losing child to madness. Inside. Isabella sat among ruins. Among broken glass. Among shattered dreams. Among madness made real. Planning. Always planning. Even in insanity. Especially in insanity.

Minnie raised her head and looked down on us jeeringly. "What the hell are you on about? Do you really think he gives a damn about his glorified sex toy? "I'm not worried about his wrath because he won't even hurt me. I just don't want the Pendragons to know this other side of me. I have my saintly reputation to maintain!" she rambled. As if worried she did not sound convincing enough, she continued. "You're just some trash who can only survive by a man's grace! You're nothing without the brothers! You don't understand the kind of love between us and the brothers. It crosses all definitions of love!"

"My order still stands Raphael, you either do as you're told or I will take care of it from my end. You are my son and you will listen to my words... That's the only way you'll ever grow... " I smirked because all his words just made me want to roll my eyes. "I think I grew enough at that hell hole you both abandoned me at... I came out more perfected than when I went in didn't I? " Batista cleared his throat nervously. "It is not enough, you need to do better..." What had I expected from him? There was no word or feeling called remorse in his dictionary. "I've had enough of this so please can you both take your leave... As you know I am under medication, I shouldn't be disturbed in this man