Psycho villain I Raised Wants to Marry Me-Chapter296 – Seducing Dr. Atticus
“How did you get up here?” Atticus asked, eyes sharp.
Startled by his tone, the boy took a step back. “I—I came with my parents! I’ll go down right now!”
He spun to run, but Atticus grabbed him by the collar, lifting him clean off the deck. “And where do you think you’re going?”
“Aaahh! Let me go! Help!”
“If you scream again, you’ll end up the same size as this ball,” Atticus said coolly, dangling him over the railing.
The boy fell silent instantly, shaking like a leaf.
Clarissa stepped forward and pulled him back. “Dr. Atticus, don’t scare him.”
“I didn’t scare him.” Atticus’s expression barely changed. He caught the boy by the ankle, flipped him upside down, and gave him a few brisk shakes.
A cascade of clattering sounds followed—gold chains, rings, and assorted jewelry spilling from every pocket… and even from his waistband.
“So you’re a thief. Figures. Carrying all that crap around—must’ve been heavy.”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! I—I have sick parents and seven siblings and—”
Clarissa laughed. “Try something like: ‘I had no other choice, please spare me.’ At least make the lie convincing.”
The boy’s eyes darted. Seeing it wasn’t working, he dropped the act entirely. “Fine. You caught me. What do you want?”
Atticus slapped him lightly upside the head. “What do we want? We’re handing you to the captain—and then the police.”
He tucked the boy under one arm and marched him off, smacking his backside as he went.
The kid howled. “You two bastards! Just you wait!”
By the time they’d handed over the little menace, night had fallen. Neither of them mentioned the interrupted moment again.
The sun had set, leaving only a faint glow along the horizon. They sat together at the bow of the ship, the sea breeze cool and salted.
Clarissa, tired after the long day, leaned her head against Atticus’s arm. “Dr. Atticus…”
“Hm?”
“You… don’t like children, do you?”
Atticus’s heart gave a small jolt. “Not really.” He hated them.
“I see…” Clarissa murmured. “I didn’t like them much either. But if it were the boy from my dreams… maybe he wouldn’t be so bad.”
Atticus’s pulse stumbled.
Her fingers brushed up along his arm. “Dr. Atticus…”
“Hm?”
Her breath drifted closer, warm against his skin. “I…”
For a moment he forgot how to breathe. Her breath hovered near his ear, sweet and soft.
Clarissa had never seen him this way before. The sight amused her, and a small laugh slipped out. Then—
“Dr. Atticus, I think I’m hungry.”
She hopped down lightly. “Let’s go eat.”
Atticus sat frozen as she walked away. His hand clenched and loosened helplessly at his side. Something was off. Clarissa was different today.
Every tiny movement she made seemed to tug at him—pulling him up one second, letting him fall the next.
Watching her retreating figure, he finally jumped down and hurried after her.
Back home, Clarissa went straight to her room and texted Atticus that she wanted to rest.
Atticus stared at the text, expression tightening. I’ll pick you up tonight, he replied.
Clarissa smiled and texted back, Okay! Then she picked up her phone and called Oriana. It rang several times—no answer.
Strange. That number was always on. Oriana never ignored calls.
Luckily, Clarissa had backup methods. She turned on location tracking and followed the signal. The route took her past underground bars, fight arenas, boxing rings—until she finally reached the notorious casino.
Lights flashed. Voices roared. Money practically spilled through the air.
Oriana stood at a table, shouting herself hoarse while Mark held an enormous stack of chips with an expression of pure misery.
“Big, big, big! I’m going big this time!” Oriana yelled, bouncing with excitement, completely unaware of Clarissa approaching.
The dice opened.
“Yes! Another million!” Oriana screamed.
“Oriana…”
“Shut up, I’m on a roll.” Oriana instinctively swept her winnings aside, then froze.
…Wait. Why does Mark suddenly feel shorter? And softer?
Alarm bells rang. She whipped around and found Clarissa standing there, a stack of chips in her hand, smiling pleasantly at her.
With a clatter, Oriana’s chips scattered across the floor.
“Cl—Miss Clarissa? What a coincidence…” she said stiffly.
Clarissa smiled, gentle and unreadable. “Looks like you’re having a lot of fun.”
“No, no! Just a little harmless gambling. Just killing time.”
Clarissa glanced at her calmly. Just killing time, she said—while casually winning millions. Looks like someone’s been paid far too well.
Clarissa handed the chips back to her. “Put these away first. Then come with me. I have something to ask you.”
.......
That evening, Clarissa changed into a brand-new dress. She paced the room once, checked her reflection, then picked up her bag and left.
Outside, Atticus had already been waiting for some time.
He was dressed simply—black shirt, black suit, no tie, no effort to style himself. Yet he still stood out effortlessly. His gaze was distant, as though lost in thought.
A spark flickered in Clarissa’s eyes. She said nothing, only stepped forward and slipped her arm through his.
“Dr. Atticus, I’m ready…”
Atticus froze, staring at her, momentarily forgetting how to look away.
Clarissa smiled faintly. “Dr. Atticus, do I look good?”
“You do.”
“Dr. Atticus…”
“Hm?”
“We should go.”
......
At the auction venue, Atticus kept glancing at Clarissa from the corner of his eye.
Before, he had only suspected something was off. Now, he was certain—Clarissa was different tonight. A bold, almost absurd possibility crossed his mind… only to be immediately dismissed.
“Dr. Atticus…”
A faint, familiar fragrance drifted toward him as Clarissa leaned closer.
Atticus stiffened again. He was losing his goddamn mind.
Seeing his reaction, Clarissa finally stopped teasing him. She rested her chin in one hand and gestured lightly.
“Dr. Atticus, I want some of those nuts over there.”
Determined to distract himself, Atticus started peeling.
And kept peeling.
Before long, half a large plate was piled high in front of her.
Clarissa nearly burst out laughing. “Dr. Atticus, that’s enough. I can’t possibly finish all that.”
Atticus paused, then silently reached for the fruit plate.
“I’ll peel some fruit.”
This time, Clarissa genuinely laughed—quietly, carefully—then began eating what was in front of her.
Soon, the auction began.
......
Clarissa grew listless as it went on, eventually dozing off entirely. Only when she heard Atticus’s voice after it ended did she stir.
“It’s over?” she murmured.
“Yes.”
“What did you buy?”
Atticus pulled her closer. “You can open everything when we get home.”
Clarissa smiled, looping her arms around his neck. “Okay…”
Atticus’s gaze darkened, something deep and dangerous flickering in his eyes. Without another word, he bent down, scooped her up, and walked straight out—ignoring every stare in the room.
.......
They had barely returned when the delivery arrived.
“You’re far too kind, Your Grace,” Atticus said coolly. “Delivering these personally.”
David placed a tray in front of him. “For a distinguished guest like Mr. Atticus, it’s only proper.”
The tray held several numbered tags, each corresponding to an auction item.
“The master also prepared a special gift—for Mr. Atticus and Miss Clarissa.”
“A gift?” Atticus’s expression sharpened.
David stepped aside and lifted the black cloth behind him.
Both Atticus and Clarissa froze.
An eagle stood there.
Clarissa blinked, a strange sense of familiarity stirring in her chest.
“This is what you left behind,” David said. “It misses you, Mr. Atticus.”
“Misses me?” Atticus gave a cold smile. “David, spare me the theatrics. Get to the point.”
“The previous owner kept it because it was intelligent and lively. But he can no longer care for it. It was raised by humans, and while it wouldn’t survive easily in the wild, it also refuses to accept strangers.”
“I doubt it even remembers me,” Atticus interrupted coldly.
“Whether it does or not,” David replied calmly, “you’ll know once you try.”
He handed Atticus a pair of silver wrist guards, engraved with antique patterns.
Atticus put them on. They fit perfectly.
David opened the cage.
The eagle, silent moments ago, suddenly became agitated—wings spreading wide as it launched itself into the air.
Clarissa sucked in a breath.
Atticus instinctively raised his arm, ready to defend himself—
But the eagle didn’t attack.
Instead, it landed squarely on his wrist guard, gripping it firmly.
Its massive body was solid and powerful, jet-black feathers gleaming under the lights. Its eyes were sharp—almost frighteningly bright.
Before Atticus could speak, David said evenly,
“It appears it has accepted you as its new master.”
“I haven’t agreed to anything.” Atticus’s voice turned cold.
He hated small animals. One Abyss was already enough trouble—now this? Worse, this eagle didn’t like Clarissa. It had even injured her before.
But David had already ordered the cage removed. He bowed slightly.
“My task is complete. I wish you both a pleasant night.”
He turned and left.
Atticus stood there, expression dark.
Just as Atticus was debating whether to kill the creature outright, Clarissa’s voice came from behind him.
“Dr. Atticus.”
“What is it?”
“Leave it.”
At her words, Atticus pressed his lips together briefly.
“…Alright.”
He flicked his wrist. The eagle immediately took flight, landing on the roof of the cabin. Atticus then pulled Clarissa inside, shutting the door behind them.
Clarissa flipped through the photographs attached to the numbered tags. Atticus’s voice sounded from behind her.
“Do you like them?”
“I like all of them.” She set the tags down and looked up at him. “But… Dr. Atticus, in what capacity do you want me to accept these? As doctor and patient?”
Before he could answer, Clarissa suddenly stepped forward.
Caught completely off guard, Atticus was pushed back against the table.
With a sharp crash, the numbered tags scattered across the floor. Soft hands hooked around his neck, and before he could react, she kissed him.
Even in the past, Clarissa rarely initiated. This time—
Atticus’s breathing went uneven. His reason screamed at him to push her away, but his hands betrayed him, gripping her slender waist.
Clarissa brushed his lips with light, teasing kisses, her own heart racing as she leaned close and whispered against his ear,
“They say seducing Dr. Atticus has a zero percent success rate… but I still want to try.”
Their lips barely touched, breaths tangled—and the last thread of restraint in Atticus’s mind snapped.
In the next second, he reversed their positions, pinning her against the table. The remaining number plates were swept to the floor with a loud crash.
“If it were you,” he said hoarsely, “the success rate would be one hundred percent.”
He kissed her hard.
This kiss was fierce, almost punishing—an outlet for everything he’d been suppressing. Clarissa gasped softly, a sharp sting flaring at her waist where a metal tag pressed into her skin. She shifted instinctively, only to be met with an even deeper, more aggressive kiss.
Just as her breath began to fail, he lifted her effortlessly and carried her toward the bed.
As he laid her down, his burning breath washed over her once more. Clarissa couldn’t stop herself from whispering,
“Ati… Doctor Atticus…”
“Call me Atticus,” he demanded, voice rough.
Her eyes stung. She reached up, fingers sliding into his dark hair, pulling him closer. From an angle he couldn’t see, a single tear slipped down her cheek.
“Atticus…”
The way she said his name—soft, aching, full of longing—undid him completely. She clung to him, calling his name again and again.
Their clothes fell to the floor. The air grew hot and heavy. Outside, the stars glittered above the coastline, the world serene and unchanged—while inside the room, everything burned.
Chapter296 – Seducing Dr. Atticus
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