Debbie_Asan

Warning: Mature content, dark themes 
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 ?

To love William Carter

My first day of therapy came quicker than I expected and I was soon at reception Desk, greeting Dr. Owens's receptionist, the sweet elderly woman.

"Hello Violet," I greeted her with a smile

"Dearie, you are looking great," She glanced at my outfit. I am wearing a pretty dark blue dress with plums. This is from my closet. No more stealing from Brittany's Closet.

"It's Sunday shouldn't today be an off day for you?" I asked, surprised she is here.

"I am 70 dear and Working keeps me stronger. I don't want to end up weak and sick so my hothead kids will dump me off in an elderly home!"

I gaped. I thought she is in her mid or early sixties not 70!

"He is at the rooftop. He is expecting you," She tells me.

I climbed a long staircase descending to the rooftop.

I am amazed seeing an aluminum glass of the greenhouse.

I stare at it in awe, craning my head to look inside.

therapy session