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To love William Carter

Warning: Mature content, dark themes, psychological Status: Complete It all started one perfect night at the coast of the Mediterranean sea. I was standing on a beach with my feet laved in warm golden sand and my eyes fixed on the crushing waves. That is when trouble decided to walk by in a form of a handsome face with sandy blonde hair and dazzling enthralling killer smile. One look into his ocean blue eyes and I knew I wanted him as mine. And with just a touch of his lips on mine I was in love. But he belongs to her, my sister. You can call me the villain. I saw him first and he is mine to claim. I love him but he loves her. But my heart wants what is wants and that’s William Carter. When Adeline Pierce's Sister, Brittany introduce her fiancé to Adeline. Adeline had the shock of her life. Her sister’s fiancé, William Carter was the man that kissed Adeline two years ago on a beach and she is very much in love with him. Adeline vowed to make William hers at all cost. But two things stands in her way. Her sister, Brittany and her therapist Dr. Chris Owens who has sexy tattoos and a handsome face that she can't resist But William Carter has a malicious reasons for marrying Adeline's sister. He is seeking revenge. Will Adeline still go after William Carter her sister’s fiancé or would she surrender her heart to Dr. Chris Owens, her therapist ?

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I'm a psycho and you are my little secret

"I'm a psycho. Might end up killing someone someday." I spout out to my Boyfriend. Unraveling the ugliest side of me to him.

Chris' face was unfazed. I blinked wondering if he didn't comprehend what I said.

"I tried to kill my sister not once but three times," I say with my lips trembling and my eyes searching into Chris' eyes to see the disgust, his disappointment but his eyes gave nothing.

Then he sadly says. "You have dark episodes?" His angel-like face was greased with distress.

I nodded. "H-how did. Figure that out?"

He smiled wryly. "It's my job."

"Come here." He pulled me into him and I laid my head on his hard rock chest like a child as he stroked my messy hair.

"I'm sorry. You came to me for help but all I wanted was to make you mine instead of giving you the help you needed."

I shook my head. "It's my fault. I didn't tell you because I was ashamed to."