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Enchanted By His Charm

Doctor Irish Lane- 28 years old, was a renowned psychologist in New York. She looked stunningly attractive, sexy, and intelligent—a real beauty that undeniably captured every man’s attention. Joseph Dover- a Ph.D in Economics, a diamonds and gemstones expert and the CEO of the Runestone Group, appeared cruel and heartless in the eyes of his business rivals; however, his life abruptly changed when Irish Lane came like a nightmare, drowning him gradually and destroying his perfect plan. Everything seemed to be perfect until he showed his real intention, destroying their perfect love and shattering her beautiful dream. He showed his passionate love to her only to reveal his true color and purpose - to avenge his family’s tragic downfall caused by her father, and she was merely a bargaining chip used by him. However, fate has laid out something different from his plan. He found himself madly in love with the daughter of his enemy, but it was too late to restore what he had destroyed, causing them to fall apart. **** Her whole body trembled, screamed, and loosened at the pleasant sensation she hadn’t had before. Her strength was drawn away. Her body flopped on the man’s chest, fluttering like a cloud of feathers. “How much do you hate me, huh?” Joseph sighed above her. His voice was low, as mellow as a cello over her ears. She silently admitted that she had a soft heart. Joseph didn’t want to wait for her answer, and his rough thumb moved down her eyebrows. His handsome face pressed down close to her, and his thin lips seemed to sweep through her nose bridge and then gently touch her lips. He uttered in a low voice, “But no matter how much you hate me, you are mine.” At the end of the speech, his kiss fell. His kiss gradually became deeper and more passionate, and finally, he became more greedy. His cheek pressed down, and he murmured gently beside her ear. “Don’t force me to be rude to you.” The hot breath burned her, and her slender body twitched gently. Joseph raised his eyes, staring at her. The yellow light failed to light his eyes, which were still deep as night. His eyes were like a vast starry sky, ethereal and lonely. “I want to love you. I do, but I don’t know how I would trust you.” His piercing stares seem to melt her gradually. He always wanted to love her with all his heart, hug her with all his strength, and take care of her for the rest of his life. Irish’s heart was pierced with pain after hearing his words. She didn’t know if it was because of his eyes or his words. She looked at him intently, yet her emotions were concealed. His eyes were full of impatience and tension. Was this the woman he wanted to love with all his heart, who was heartless and stubborn? He couldn’t understand. He had paid so much and invested in this love, and why, in the end, he couldn’t make her happy? Why did they end up becoming an enemy after all the passionate nights they shared before? She couldn’t wait to leave him and wished she had never met him. Their passionate love turned into hatred, and the overwhelming pain pushed them to hurt and kill each other to survive. WSA2022 Entry. Leave your review, comment, and vote for this novel. I highly appreciate them. Stay tuned as I unfold the mystery behind this novel, and the mass release will follow soon!

AnnaShannel_Lin · Urban
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Chapter 18: You’re Not Telling Me Everything

The year Cassie flew abroad to be with her, she and Fredrick fell in love with each other. Although they were separated by distance, their feelings toward each other never changed.

Cassie was her best friend. Even if she loved Fredrick, she could never tell him. At the same time, she didn't want to ruin their friendship with her feelings. As much as she did love him, she kept a distance from him once he and Cassie started dating. And that was the reason she came home after she graduated.

Fredrick furrowed his eyebrows tightly after hearing her words, "You're not telling me everything."

"You're my mentor, how dare I cheat on you?" Irish smiled. "It's okay, I can handle it and don't forget I'm not also an excellent psychologist myself. I'm only really interested in Ken's case that I've been working on."

"The world is really small, isn't it? You're finally working for my father's company."

Fredrick recognized that she was desperately trying to change the topic, so he just went with it and showed a wry smile, "If I had known that you'd be working for Linkus, I wouldn't have been so anxious to go back. You can bet on that."

Irish shrugged, she hadn't realized that Professor Tim was Fredrick's father.

"I've seen your assessment of Ken, and I agree with you. Ken indeed suffers from secondary delusional disorder." Fredrick said seriously, "I went over the files you gave to me on the plane, and your judgment is spot on. He suffered anxiety and a lack of security early in life, so now he's dealing with this disorder."

The delusional disorder can be divided into primary and secondary. The former occurs without any premise of incentive, while the latter happens for more complex reasons. However, the similarity between them is that delusion is generated because of existing barriers. Take Ken, for example, the reason why he's thought to have this disorder is that he had undiagnosed anxiety for years.

"It's not difficult to analyze Ken's disease situation." Irish adjusted her sitting position and said seriously, "I have started a board experiment with him. As we all know, people without this disorder will choose to put the board in front of them or to the side, but Ken chose to put it behind him. This proves that he is lacking in trust. I also got him talking a little bit. I asked him if he could ever kill Joseph, but he looked terrified and avoided answering my question since it seemed that he thought Joseph was too powerful. He shrank down into self-protection. In other words, he'd been thinking of himself as a victim from the beginning."

"Victims tend to be anxious and nervous." Fredrick agreed with what she said, "From the information you've given, it's apparent that Ken's wife had a strong personality. Thanks to her introduction, Ken was able to work for Runestone Group and thought he was a lesser man for doing so. Hard as he worked, he couldn't rid himself of the thought that his success relied on his wife. I guess the employees there must have spread some rumors about this behind his back, which would naturally make him feel uncomfortable."

"His wife must have been closer to Joseph than him, and that made him guarded." Irish began to speak, "I've been watching the video over and over, and I see now that Ken must have been holding the knife from the beginning. I believe that his wife knew something about how he had been feeling mentally and tried to ease his doubt, so she sent bento to his work all the time. However, Ken had already been suspicious, so he took the knife that night and did what he did."

Fredrick sighed lightly, "A man's surroundings can have a great impact on his mentality. Irish, you have an accurate analysis of Ken's dream."

"You were the one who taught me how to analyze dreams." Irish looked at him, feeling indescribably attached to him, but she forced herself to give this thought up. She cleared her throat and returned to being serious.

"From Ken's dream, it's easy for us to see that he is yearning for but afraid of the parent body. He dreamed of a passage and a horrible black house full of thorns. The content of this dream is dark but contradictory. After searching, I found that before he was born, his mother was thinking of abortion. Most adults don't know that it is possible for a fetus to have the memory of this, albeit subconscious. It's too subtle to explain or prove with science. But in fact, this memory does exist.

Naturally, Ken doesn't know that it exists because it's subconscious, and it can be reflected in a dream when a patient is in certain psychological situations. The black house indicated fear from the memory of the fetal period, where he was afraid of being deserted by his mother. So we can say his insecurities originated from the parent's body." Said Irish.

"We identify mother with security inherently, but in his case, he's lost that due to his subconscious memories. So it's normal that his dreams are contradictory." Fredrick agreed with her analysis.

"And Ken's anxiety has been generated in his childhood." Irish went on, with a slight heaviness, "In his dream, he saw his brother fly away in a coffin with wings, this is actually a very typical dream for people who have lost a loved one. More or less, we all have dreamed of the death of family or friends, which usually has two kinds of connotations. The first is hypothetical, and the second is an expectation of seeing the death of friends or family. It's easy for us to identify that Ken belongs to the latter."

"Though this theory may be argued by most, it's actually the most plausible. The reason Ken would have a dream like this is that he's had a childhood in which he's wished this more than once."

Fredrick nodded, standing up to pour a glass of water for Irish. Sitting back down beside her, he analyzed, "You've mentioned in the material that Ken has a sibling, but his brother is alive, so we can naturally analyze the condition of his childhood. As a matter of fact, everybody at one point has felt hostile towards our siblings. This kind of alienation is something that's ongoing. Though the relationship between siblings depends on their ages, the hostility in childhood still exists. Children are selfish, so they feel their needs more urgently and want to satisfy them. Once 'competition' appears, they can become hostile."