All Chapters of The billionaire's psychopath : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 22Charity keeps silent as she thinks of a proper answer to Rachel's question.She is a very private person and has always lived a private life, saying only what she was asked, but she knows Rachel has every right to be mad."Rachel, I..." She started, but choked on her own words.Rachel felt tears stinging her eyes and immediately stood up to avoid unexplainable tears and questions from the son Charity apparently has."Rachel! Rachel," Charity called as she raced after her. Rachel didn't stop but immediately got into her car and turned the ignition."Rachel, please calm down and let me explain," she begged as she tapped the window repeatedly.Rachel didn't say a word but immediately drove off, leaving a confused and sorry Charity in the parking lot.The wind blew Charity's flannel shirt as she watched the car go until it was out of sight. She ran her slender fingers carefully through her thick hair, sighed, and walked back into her house."Why'd you have to come visit me here?

CHAPTER 24 PRESAGE OF THE ENDDerek stood still, looking at Rachel with his eyes wildly open. He knew who she was so there was no need to ask the stranger what she was doing in his mother's kitchen.His heart began to beat rapidly, he gripped the handle of the knife he was holding like a weapon. This was an involuntary response. A drop of sweat slowly slides from his forehead down to his left eye causing him to blink several times."can I help you with anything" his shaky voice echoed "no" Rachel replied quickly. Her hands were numb, she could no longer feel the phone that she held.She didn't realize that she wore a very obvious frown on her face which made Derek suspect and question her reactions."why is she looking at me like she wants to kill me, wait she knows?" Derek said in his mind.The whole situation was so awkward until he thought of a better response that would ease the tension."can I help you with your anything, you seem annoyed""Oh!"She exclaimed.She squeezed he

CHAPTER 26 (PRESENT FROM CHAPTER 24)Derek glared at his mother, his lips rubbing against each other and his eyes moving rapidly. His first thought was to deny her sudden allegation. He suddenly felt the walls of his throat tightening and his heart beating instantaneously.This was bad news to him. " Come on! Say something" Charity berated. Her voice echoed like a thousand soldiers."I.......""Oh, the almighty Derek cannot defend himself anymore. You did not have a stutter when I gave birth to you....." Derek was still dumbfounded. She walked closer to him, putting on a sincere and painful smile on her face. She spoke out." Don't do this to yourself, Derek. You are better than being a devil in the lives of others. I mean, didn't you have a little compassion on Rachel when you saw her."" I felt something but it wasn't sympathy" Derek replied "What did you feel?""Fear" The charity was immediately thrown back into a memory she would never forget. She could vividly remember h

CHAPTER 28As it was every morning,the birds chirping,the bustling noise of humans strutting along the street to thier daily work.Rachel was cradling a pillow to her chest as she stirred with discomfort in her sleep.The sun was beaming through the open blinds and she groans when the beams of sunlight hit her face. “Ugh!!...another wonderful day to be alive”she projected sarcastically.She sits still on the bed,yawning audibly and rubbing the leftover sleep off her eyes.Rachel tugs on the duvet and it didn't budge,she turns towards her right and her fine husband laid peacefully on the duvet extremely far from reality.Anger curled unstoppable in her guts,like a blazing furnace that wanted to burn her from the inside out.She gave her adorable husband a piercing gaze as she clinched her jaw firmly as though about to crush her teeth. “Fucking lunatic”she yelled inside of her as she tugged harder at the duvet.The duvet unwraps itself from Clarke and his majesty woke to a st

CHAPTER 30Rachel slumps woodenly on the couch breathing profusely like she has just run a mile. “ooh Lord...”She claps her hand in a prayer position and bows her head. “Dorothea Puente....Joanna Dennehy and their likes did worse than I did and they didn't suffer this guilt.....please take my guilt away”.The dark and intense scent that evokes facets of saffron was not perceived in the room,Clarke's absence was definitely smelled.She draws out her phone from her purse,and checks the time. “Its none of my business.....he is a grown man anyways”She shrugs her shoulders and proceeds to her room.Meanwhile,Clarke perched anxiously on the large stools in the bar,sipping slowly his cold beer. “......you are waiting for Derek,I presume?”The fine, luxurious looking bartender asked as he passed another glass of beer to Clarke. “I haven't seen him in a long time and he isn't really picking my calls or replying my text.....I'm so scar