Reverned Insanity Novelas e Histórias

“She is the one who made the pillars of the Garnet Enterprises. All thanks to her skills, we became millionaires in two years. We were exhilarated, Jane was studying further, So do I.” “When everything was so perfect then what led to this? What caused her to become mentally disturbed in the first place?” I growled. “Rebecca helped me for the first time in her life, without caring about her. When I.. I.. Killed my abusive boyfriend.. The reason I don't want to love again.” I stilled, not expect this from Marianne. Is that why.. She was afraid? “She helped me to win the case, to prove what I did was out of defense and after it Father began to lose himself in fame and money, he neglected me an

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!"

* *she must be Sir Damien’s bastard daughter* *I thought Miss Michelle was the only child* *Oh my God, she must have been trying to siphon money, knowing she has limited time after Sir Damien’s death* The other staff whispered to themselves staring at me with disgust. “Although, It’s a shameful thing for the memory of my husband- Damien Martin Walter, we want to assure you that we are fully cooperating with the relevant authorities to makesure that this never happens again,” “Including Revoking her license to practice as a civil engineer for a certain period of years,”

That was why Bartholomew had come to plead with Sebastian without any regard for his own pride. Sebastian frowned as he listened to Bartholomew. He shook his head and said, "Mr. Haye, please forgive me for being direct, but it's impossible for those who are insane to have such symptoms. They're either consistently insane or will suddenly be completely cured. It wouldn't be inconsistent. "Mr. Ballard, do you mean to say that…" Bartholomew looked at Sebastian in shock. "Perhaps it's Vacant Soul syndrome. Only those who have this condition act like that. When his soul is back in place, he'll be alert. When it's lost, he'll behave in an insane manner," Sebastian said very firmly.

Isabella continued to scream and laugh hysterically before gradually losing consciousness. The nurses put Isabella in a straitjacket, securing her hands and feet before breathing a sigh of relief. They led Aurora out, saying, "Miss, it's best if you don't come again. Miss Whitmore is severely disturbed. She talks about being pregnant every day, saying Dominic will marry her. If anyone contradicts her, she becomes violent. She even seriously injured another patient recently. We'll have to keep her in restraints from now on." The nurse continued explaining how troublesome and deranged Isabella had been lately. The doctors had confirmed her insanity, attributing it to the trauma of her miscarri

his voice broke. “It wasn’t replacing,” Revania pleaded. “It was giving you something you lost. Something you’ve been longing for.” Devia inhaled sharply, pain flickering in her eyes. Even after all this, everything Revania did revolved around Argan—twisted, unhealthy, destructive, but undeniably rooted in her devotion to him. “Revania…” Argan whispered, dropping his gaze. “This… this is madness.” Revania laughed softly—bitterly—her lips trembling. “Madness? Argan, love is madness. And you’re the one who drove me into it.”

“Shouldn’t you be happy, Timtim? Now you’ll get my full attention. Every day.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “I’m not joking.” He stepped closer, lowering his face until they were nearly nose to nose. “You’re reckless. Immature. And I’ve let you run wild for too long. Consider this your leash, officially tightened.” “You’re insane.” “And you,” he breathed, his voice turning gravelly, “are mine to keep in line.” Timtim was stunned by his words.. is he insane what does he mean by that ? --- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open.

His accusatory tone might have been intimidating if it weren’t so absurd. Yes, I had liked him. But I had liked the memory of who he used to be—an open, cheerful, athletic boy who lit up a room with his smile. Not this person standing in front of me now: a manipulative, self-absorbed man reeking of entitlement and bitterness.

"Money, Blake. Lots of money, paid to the right people. Prison guards, administrators, medical staff. Everyone has a price." Blake was flipping through more documents. "This says Vincent has been on antidepressants and anti-anxiety medication for years. And these psychological evaluations... they say he has severe paranoid tendencies and possible delusional thinking." "Vincent Reeves is mentally unstable, Blake. He's been that way since long before he went to prison. His obsession with revenge against Nichole's father has been driving him crazy for years." "So why did you want to work with someone who's mentally unstable?" I sat back down next to Blake and closed the folder.

Verity knew that the first thing she should do, now that the room was empty, was to throw away the contaminated wine and replace it with fresh one. And even if I hadn't given that order, what were they going to do? Ask someone to analyze the wine? Who exactly? Someone with knowledge of botany, like me? It was truly laughable. “What kind of poison makes someone confess to a crime they didn’t commit?” I asked, almost as a challenge “At what point did he seem confused? Absolutely everything he said makes sense in relation to the day my mother died. If he was truly insane, then why did he beg for mercy from my father, as if he were afraid because he knew he was guilty?”