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The Psychopath Next Door

The Psychopath Next Door

'Are you sure you still want to get an apartment? I heard that there is a ghost that appears there at night' I just suddenly remember what my friend said about this apartment building. It's a bit old but when you go inside it's very beautiful and simple even though it's small. But at the time... it's creepy. I don't know why my feet seemed to spontaneously step next to my apartment. It's been a month since I rented here and I never see my neighbor. The bangs and noises I hear at night will not disappear from my mind. Questions in my brain that will never end. I stared at the door. What is behind this door? Even though my hands were shaking, I closed my eyes and knocked on it. But as the minutes passed, I heard no turning of the door to open it. A small crack of light hit me. I slowly open my eyes when I see the door is slightly open. My breathing is heavy. I don't understand myself why anyone seems to be motivated to go to it. I stepped carefully until I got inside. I was surprised that the light was red and the surroundings were very quiet. I could only hear my heavy breathing. W-does anyone here---- I almost screamed as the door slammed shut. My hands began to tremble. The nervousness that I feel is too much. I recoiled when I heard the sound of the knife. I panicked when I heard someone making a sound of cloak. A soundly step of someone's footsteps like it's going to my direction. But I don't see anything. I covered my mouth and huddled against the edge of the door in the dark. Shaking, I opened my cell phone for my friend to call. I almost cried when I heard the step closer to my side that the horror gave me too much. 'Please! Answer my call' I shouted in my mind. My tears flowed when I heard the stop of the step that was the stop of my breath. I closed my eyes and clenched my fist. I hoped that I wouldn't be seen. I felt relieved when I heard the footsteps going to different direction. I slowly turned back here which I regretted a lot. I saw a tall dark man standing in front of me. He was holding the knife. I noticed that he was not wearing a top so I could see the tattoo on his arm. I know even in the dark he is smiling looking at me. Because of the red light, I couldn't stop swallowing. I looked away. Her beautiful body is erotic in my eyes. "Another prey, huh" he said with a smile. And despite that voice, it was dangerous. I can sense it. I squeezed harder at the end when he came to the front. He lifted my face with the knife he was holding so I couldn't let go. "What's on my neighbor's mind to step on my apartment, hmm?" He asked almost in a whisper and brought his lips to my ear. The corner of my eye quickly warmed up. "A-re you..are you going to k-ill me?" I asked weakly and stammered. I gripped the hem of my thin clothes. He laughed softly and eventually his laughter grew louder. His horrifying laughter echoed throughout the apartment. Before staring deeply into my eyes. He grinned mischievously. My hair stood up when I felt a warm hand on my thigh. "You better to leave or else...I ripped your nighties dress" Damn!
Married to a Lie

Married to a Lie

My parents were murdered, our family bakery destroyed, and my fiancé walked out. That’s when Detective David Carter, his brother, swooped in like a hero. He promised justice and protection, then proposed. Five years later, I was pregnant, building a new life with him, certain I was finally safe. But that safety shattered one night. I overheard David’s hushed confession: he was obsessively in love with Veronica Hayes—my parents’ killer. He’d married *me* to protect *her*, to keep me quiet, a mere pawn in his twisted game. My entire life, even our unborn child, was a monstrous lie designed to shield a murderer. The betrayal burned deeper than any wound. At his family’s dinner, Veronica brazenly confessed to the killings, taunting me with a chilling detail. I slapped her in a desperate rage. My husband, David, violently shoved *me* aside, his fury reserved for me, not her. I fell, the pain unbearable, losing our baby in a bloody haze. His family cast me out like trash. Abandoned, violated, and gutted by grief, I was just another casualty in his sick obsession across two families. How could the man who promised to protect me be the architect of my deepest agony? How could his love for another destroy everything, even his own child? With nothing left to lose, I engineered my own disappearance, vanished, and then strategically unleashed every piece of evidence hidden by my supposed savior. The truth, now exposed, would finally bury them all.
No Longer Love My Step-Brother, But My Contracted Husband

No Longer Love My Step-Brother, But My Contracted Husband

"Yes, Dad. I agree." My voice was steady, my eyes fixed on a ceiling crack. My father needed a lifeline for his company, and I, Ava, was his duty, a merger by marriage. But before I could even process the words, my stepbrother, Liam, snatched the phone from my hand, his grip crushing, his eyes blazing. "Who the hell are you marrying?" he snarled, a harsh laugh ripping through him when he learned of my defiance. "You live in my house, Ava. Everything you do is my business." For a decade, I had silently loved him, only to be yanked back into his cruel games. Just last week, his drunken confession of "Maybe it's always been you" had sent my foolish heart soaring, before Chloe' s reappearance instantly turned him cold. He'd discarded my cherished birthday gift, a hand-carved bird with a broken wing, into the trash, a brutal symbol of his rejection. Then, Chloe vandalized the only photos I had of my deceased mother, and Liam let her. My world crumbled. How could the boy who once swore to protect me become this monster? Dragged into public humiliation by Chloe's staged shopping fiasco, then publicly shamed by Liam online as an "obsessed stalker" to appease her. Abused physically, thrown into a sterile hospital room, forced into a procedure he believed would "solve his problem," all under the terrifying lie that I was pregnant to trap him. The utter violation, the betrayal of my trust and body, left me hollowed, a profound and sickening realization that I was merely a tool, a replacement for some lost love, Eleanor. But their cruelty ignited something new within me. No more. I gathered the last remnants of my strength, my silent tears replaced by a chilling resolve. It was time to leave, to finally break free from this gilded cage, and reclaim myself.
My Disabled Husband Is A Secret Billionaire

My Disabled Husband Is A Secret Billionaire

To save the family business from bankruptcy, Carmen was forced to marry a paralyzed and blind man in exchange for an investment in her father's business. Her early marriage to Felix was terrible but she held on. He had not stopped telling her that he already had someone in his heart because he too had not wanted this marriage. At first, she didn't care about it, but when she started to have feelings for him, this sentence became the most poignant of her life. Following Hugo's advice, she put Felix at ease and managed to enter his world. The two of them grew closer and she helped him agree to have surgery to regain his sight and mobility in his legs. The same day he regained his sight, she was so happy for him that they just went out together to celebrate, but that same evening, everything changed after he met a woman. “This woman has things in common with my ex-fiancée who I have been looking for for a long time. I pray it’s her.” Carmen had been in pain but told herself that it didn't matter because he was certainly looking for her in order to ask her for explanations but after that night, he had become distant with her. The unpleasant man she had once known was back and she was able to measure hismonstrosity the night he slept with this woman in their apartment and on the bed she shared with him. Betrayed and hurt, she asked him for a divorce and decided to leave, hoping he could at least hold her back but he seemed quite happy.Three months later, she was passing in a street when a child insisted that she buy his newspaper that he was selling. She wasn't used to it but for a child, she made the gesture and the headline was what paralyzed her on the spot. “After three years where everyone thought he had lost his life in a traffic accident, billionaire Elio Ramirez is back and has been living all this time under the false identity of Felix Alvarez.”
His Cruelty, Her Comeback

His Cruelty, Her Comeback

My husband, Bennet, was my hero. Three years ago, his stalker, Gianna, crippled my drawing hand, ending my career as an architect. Bennet promised me justice, locking her away in a remote cabin to suffer for her crime. On our fifth wedding anniversary, I went to the county office to update my records. The clerk looked at me with pity. "Ma'am, our records show you were divorced three years ago. Your ex-husband, Bennet Crosby, remarried on the same day." The name she read next shattered my world: Gianna Skinner. The punishment was a lie. Their prison was a lover's paradise. For three years, he lived a double life, celebrating our anniversary with his other wife. He brought her into our home as a maid, claiming it was for my "healing." He even shoved me to the ground in public to save her from a staged fall. The final betrayal came when Gianna framed me, convincing Bennet I had hired men to assault her. He dragged me to a dark room, not even recognizing me through a mask. He believed I was a stranger who had hurt his real wife. "Anyone who lays a hand on my wife," he snarled, "will feel a thousand times the pain." He personally whipped me ninety-nine times. The man who swore to protect me became my torturer, all while believing he was defending the woman he truly loved. He left me for dead, ordering his men to finish the job. But I escaped. Bleeding and broken, I fled the country with a new identity, my heart set on one thing: entering the Paris architecture competition and taking back the life he tried to destroy. He thought he had clipped my wings, but he only taught me how to fly from the ashes.