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He read in silence, his expression growing darker with each page. "Jesus Christ," he finally said. "Dad is actually insane. Like, genuinely, certifiably unhinged." "He's not insane," Isabella corrected. "He's calculating. Every letter, every action—it was all deliberate. He knew exactly what he was doing." "Which makes it worse." Christopher set down the letters like they were contaminated. "Insanity could be excused, treated, understood. But this? This is just evil. Cold, methodical evil." Agent Torres arrived within an hour, another agent in tow. They examined the letters with professional detachment, but Isabella could see the impact in their eyes.

He stopped, his jaw clenching, like he couldn’t say it. “Even when what?” I spat, my voice sharp, cutting. “When you were fucking her cunt? I was on your mind then, is that it? Spare me the bullshit, Reverend Thorne. You’re a holy fraud. A fucking cheat!” The words burned my throat, each one dripping with venom, but my body betrayed me, trembling under his grip. He didn’t flinch, but his eyes darkened, guilt and want warring in them.

Especially in insanity. Because broken things. Most dangerous. Most desperate. Most willing to destroy. Everything. Everyone. Themselves. And Isabella Hart. Broken beyond repair. Beyond saving. Beyond humanity. Ready. For final act. For ultimate revenge. For ending. Hers. Theirs. Everyone's. The night darker somehow. Colder. More ominous. Like nature itself. Sensing. Knowing. Fearing. What came next. And in that darkness. Isabella smiled. Planned. Waited.

The crowd, unaware of the undercurrent between them, continued clapping, oblivious. Damien gave his usual smirk—the kind that made people believe he was always in control. But Selene saw past it. She saw the flicker in his eyes. “Fear.” And for the first time since this whole twisted dance began, Damien knew she was right. Because he couldn’t tell which side he was fighting for anymore. And if he couldn’t remember the reason for his revenge… Then maybe—just maybe—it had already destroyed him.

“You’re the one who got people to tag her, aren’t you? That’s how she found my burner account! No one in real life knew about it. How else could she have figured it out?” “Even if you love her, you shouldn't have used such dirty tricks. Nicolas droned on in that self-important tone of his, spewing wild accusations and whining like a spoiled child who didn’t get his way. What the hell was all this? He lost his mind? Either way, his imagination deserved an award.

We've raised her for so long and we've already fulfilled our obligations. I held Cara even tighter. Everyone around here knew Hans Black loved to drink and even physically abused his own family. However, his family was rich and managed to obtain a mental health assessment report claiming that he was mentally ill. Not even the cops could do anything if they were here. Ethan was so brutal. He didn't bat an eye even when he offered his own granddaughter as a sacrifice. "Cara is definitely this family's child. There must be a misunderstanding. I've been working hard to support this family and I'm so busy frequently that I only have time to take a nap in the on-call room, and you said I've been c

Maybe he thought I needed to forget everything just for a moment, but how could I? Besides, I wasn’t the type to just fall into bed with someone especially not in a moment like this. Yes, my life was a mess after my husband turned my world upside down and Isabella’s betrayal twisted the knife even further, but losing myself in a distraction, no matter how tempting, wouldn't fix anything. I had been hurt, but I wasn’t that broken! Even if Daniel had meant well, I couldn’t do that to myself because giving in to that would have only made everything worse. My heart was already shattered from Gabriel’s betrayal and throwing myself into something with Daniel would just be a bandaid over a bullet

“Spinstra instructed me that, because it is a mortal condition then it should be treated following the ways of mortals. And so I have labored to understand a little of your world – the world of livestock and insects, can you imagine? Like a monk I pored over tome after tome in huge mausoleums of human vanity – {libraries}, I believe they were called – until I came upon the most promising solution to my troubles.” An unmistakably human sigh. “Instead of keeping this feeling secret, I must confess it to the very source of it. Only then will I be released and cured of this insanity.”

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.

I can never love someone who knows nothing but aggressiveness. "That's the truth Doctor. I don't think he has DID it's something else. And I can't understand what is it." Dr. Steward sighed heavily leaning his back against the chair. "I saw his files. His tests. Everything is so different from what you're telling me. His reports are clear. They couldn't detect what mental illness he has. But after hearing your words it's obvious the reports has been misrepresented." I sighed heavily nodding my head. The reports have always been misrepresented and now I can clearly see it. Before I used to believe those reports as I didn't know this side of Lucifer but now I am sure the reports have been pres