Novel & Cerita Secrets Of A Psychopath

Long after they had gone, I sat there and tried to make sense of the quiet. I'd secured blood donations for Sophie and now I feel useless to her. What is my mission here? And now I've betrayed Nico. The image of him confessing his love to me before I walked away haunted me. Was that a script too? I convinced myself that he was deserving. Deserving of me, deserving of my Womb and now I carry his seed inside me. But He created an empire on dead bodies and deep dark secrets. And all this while, Camile was his silent partner.

Quietly, I asked, "Joan, do you know why I got my hands on Jonathan's riches in my previous life? Yes, my obedience played a part, but knowing all their dirt was another. "Jonathan had AIDS. His dad got it from one of Jonathan's parties as well. I never let Jonathan sleep with me in our whole marriage. When I found out about his… condition, I agreed to have an IVF baby with Jonathan to keep the Pearson bloodline running. The riches? They were for my baby. "I suggest you focus on the Pearsons. Coming after me is just going to be a waste of your precious little time." Then, I smiled, went back up the stage, and held hands with Gilbert. Our fingers were entwined.

“I suppose it’s time to give credit where it’s due,” Michael clicks his tongue. “Every family has secrets as we all know it. A chink in their armour. A skeleton in their closet. Something that is dark and ugly and utterly humiliating. The secrecy that no one wishes anyone to learn. But can you imagine what catastrophe these secrets can cause if they land in the wrong hands? Can you imagine the power it gives you over those fools? It’s unimaginable. You should try,” he laughs maniacally. “It’s like a drug, I promise. It’s hard to get enough of it.”

He was a fast driver and I was grateful to him for the first time. I stared at Stephanie, head resting on my body. Her eyes were swollen and she looked exhausted. I was sorry, but it would not have been great to forgive her easily. I did a background check on this ex-boyfriend of hers, and he was a psychopath. He sold drugs secretly and was part of a gang. I was surprised how Stephanie would have ended up with someone like that. I guessed she didn't know because she didn't look like anyone with a dark past or was trying to hide how crooked she was.

I didn’t know why i suddenly agreed to date him and agree to marry him but maybe it was my own defense mechanism in order to get away from the past that was haunting me. “You didn’t tell me your crazy Ex was in America” this time he placed his hand under my chin and slowly lifted my head, “he even threatened me with a gun” “He is just like that Henry, don’t mind him” “I shouldn’t?” His facial expression changed, “that fucking psychopath pointed a gun at me and you said I shouldn’t mind him?” I gulped, Henry was another psychopath I had come across. Maybe the universe was trying to mess with me because how the hell do I have to meet three men who had the same qualities? Just that zayn was the

"I never cared about that when he tried to kill me or stole from me or broke my door, I know he is dangerous but he became dangerous because of something I want to find out." "We can't allow you in there alone he could literally..." "Let him do anything he wants to do, you are disrupting my job and you know exactly what that could cost you if I decide to repost this case." he looked completely taken aback by my words as he stopped. "Oh great! It's her just let her be Demon she won't listen to you, it's the famous crazy psychiatrist" a man came out of nowhere and I have no idea who he is. "Who are you?"

I inquired, still intoxicated by his closeness. “Do I need to have a reason to be curious about the only person who knows my secrets outside of the Mafia?” he retorted. He really was giving all sorts of weird emotions nowadays. “Not that I will die without knowing,” he added quickly. I sighed. “Fine. I had one boyfriend back in high school.” “No one other than that?” “Yes. I didn't want anyone distracting me from my goals.” “You are completely over that guy, right?” I shot him a glare from my peripheral vision. “It has been years since I got over him.”

He was still whistling slowly, whatever he was trying to achieve with that I couldn’t tell, but it was obviously working and getting the effect he wanted. He had roared at me to sit down. I had seen him shaking with anger that he was trying to control. One moment he was shaking furiously, then the next her was calm and whistling like nothing happened. Psychology taught that such behaviors and people were dangerous. Only killers and psychopaths had them, he was a killer, a psychopath, he was everything that I was afraid of, everything that I was scared that I was going to be, He was the devil himself.

There I was, telling him I’d have his baby, and he held all these secrets in his hand. It will never get better. I feel the truth of it in my soul. He will never stop being who he is. Loving him isn’t enough. Nothing ever will be because nothing will change who he is at his core. Secretive and manipulative. Violent and dangerous. The lengths he’ll go to get what he wants are never-ending. At least I’m seeing it now and not when it’s too late.

The sudden courage in me wasn't afraid of his outburst as I wanted to know if he really hurt someone or not. I prayed in my mind hoping he didn't as I count him as the only good person in the family who isn't ruthless but deep down I knew he was more than that. He is mysterious, secretive, doesn't speak much unless there is a need, stays isolated most of the time indulging in his work, and his personality screams danger, if these aren't the traits of a psychopath then what's up with him? "Yes or no?" I asked again as he was quietly gazing at me with his calculative eyes.