Wendy Psycho Novelas e Histórias

Maybe she wasn't just being an escort and was hiding something else. "Do you do any other part-time work? Like working at bars or clubs, for instance." Her expression froze for a moment before she quickly shook her head. "There's no such thing. I'm only a biking instructor. I wouldn't do anything else." I gave a small nod. "I see. I think that's enough practice for today. You should head back." Wendy looked at me in surprise. "Don't you usually ask me out to eat after? Why are you just sending me away this time?"

The most beautiful thing was not where the scenery was, but who he was with when looking into the distance. The special matters were dealt with, and Wendy’s various medical examination reports soon came out. The medical report confirmed that she had indeed had a history of miscarriage, but other than that, there was nothing unusual. She had suffered some psychological trauma, but the psychologist was confident that with psychological intervention therapy, she would surely recover. From that day on, Wendy stayed in the large apartment with servants on duty twenty-four hours a day and a psychologist visiting every two days for treatment. For safety reasons, fearing that someone might be tailin

"Wendy, where's your brother?" ***************

It was relaxing. ***** “The chief's daughter is called Wendy, she's 22 at the moment. She likes partying, she enjoys painting and she likes tango.” Ric read from his ipad. There's no information my men will ever miss. No matter how buried it is, we always find it. I nodded slightly. “Is that all?” “According to her posts on I*******m she just ended things with her boyfriend.” I chuckled lightly. She's so childish. One thing you should never do, letting people know that you're vulnerable, it's a big mistake.

Wendy was thoroughly disappointed. Previously, she kicked Rodney out of the family in hopes that he would change his ways. However, she realized that he had been bewitched by Sarah. The more worried she was, the worse things became. “Rodney, listen to me. Just drop it.” After Jessica warned him, she held Wendy’s hand and left. The moment they started to walk away, Rodney punched the wall, producing a deep sound. … In the affordable luxury bedroom, the breeze blew on the thick curtains with elegant patterns.

Without even hearing his response I already touched the end call. I’m doomed. Do I need to wait or not? I didn’t even hear him. Poppycock! I was standing at Sevi’s front door still knocking and trying to calm him down. I wasn’t trying to open the door myself since the last time I do that, a flying glass greeted my face. It was better not to force him to calm down. That’s the last Psychologist said as a token of advice after she resigns. I had hired many Doctors before but no one can handle him once his PTSD struck.

“You mean Leonard. Yes, you are too late. He’s not going to see the outside of a cell for a long, long time.” Wendy nods miserably. “I know. And I have information you’ll want to hear.” She glances at the officers. “I’d like to make a full and comprehensive confession that will incriminate myself, my husband, and Silas Creed in a murder and kidnapping conspiracy.” My breath catches at that. I look at Arthur, who nods reluctantly. The officers, intrigued, bring Wendy into our apartment. She stands awkwardly in our living room, looking small and old.

On the hospital bed, Wendy noticed his grim expression and couldn’t help but ask, “Zac, what’s wrong?” Zac snapped out of his thoughts, forcing his irritation down as he replied coldly, “Nothing.” Wendy didn’t press further. She gazed up at him with wide, teary eyes, looking utterly fragile. “Zac, is my hand ruined? Will I never be able to play piano again?” Before she went abroad, Wendy had studied piano, attending a prestigious music academy overseas. Since returning, she had built a following on a popular short-video platform, amassing over a million fans. She was practically an influencer now.

Wendy looked at me hesitantly, then walked over to the watch. She lowered her gaze. The worn back revealed the deep engraving: "WLFK." Her expression faltered, but Hayden noticed it and pulled her into his arms. "Wendy, my hand hurts. Look." Sure enough, Wendy's attention shifted to him. She took out some antiseptic and carefully dabbed it on his hand. "You're so careless. What if you get a scar on your pretty hands?" she scolded.

MY BULLY IS PSYCHO Chapter Thirty Two ACE * * The moment I heard the door shut closed, I entered into my the bathroom for the shower I had initially planned for. My insides were in a mess, spiraling out of control , I feel as though I would break apart , so many emotions overwhelmed me, but the predominant of them all was Misery. And the voice in my head just wouldn't stop, it kept replaying all over again making my insides churn with grief.