His Perfect Doll

Oliver Cowell is a 25 years old billionaire who doesn't have sympathy for other people's feelings

He is a ruthless Mafia billionaire Lord, feared among people in America and the world because of how ruthless he is.

He has a dark heart, he is Rich, and has enough money. He is considered one of the richest people in America because of how affluent he is.

He is perfectly built with a muscular body. Not only that, but he is tall, 6 foot tall, his hair long, dark brown eyes with small glasses and a perfect smile.

He does what he wants and nobody can question him, or they'll get to his bad side.

His expression is always unreadable, as though he is always comfortable.

The only thing that can make him feel uncomfortable is when someone tells him what to do or how to live his life.

Just as his parents are bugging him to marry Yvonne Anderson, whom he can never marry because Yvonne is a slut, and he can't marry a prostitute.

He walked along the corridor and stopped at a door, his anger is tempered, he is so angry.

He opened the door forcefully as he stared at the tiny figure in his front lying on the bed sobbing as he balled his fist angrily.

“You are on it again,” Oliver said harshly.

Kate stood up fast as she turned around trying to hide her tears, she was wearing an oversized T-shirt, pajama shorts, and sneakers.

Her face looked red from crying, her blonde hair is messy and dirty. She wiped her teary greenish brown eyes with the back of her hand.

She didn't have time to say anything before Oliver spoke.

“Don't you ever get tired from crying, he asked coldly looking at Kate. He slowly walks toward the blonde lady and takes a deep breath before talking.

“You know, I have warned you to stop doing this” he spat. He grabs the blonde lady's wrist and pulled her up to him. He was holding the blonde lady tightly by her waist. She could barely see Oliver.

“Please, she pleaded

“You are my Katie, don't forget that” he growled, tightening his grip and making the blonde lady wince.

“I'm s-” Oliver put his index finger over Kate's mouth. His dark brown eyes darkened.

“Don't make me repeat myself” he whispered menacingly while staring at Kate with so much anger.

“Let go of me” Kate screamed trying to break free, but Oliver was stronger than her.

“You are mine, and you are going to obey me, he spat.

“Please let go of me!” Kate begged while tears were running down her face. She felt like dying. She couldn't help it. Her body was betraying her every time Oliver got angry at her. She had no choice. She was just a slave.

Oliver let go of her and stormed out of Kate's bedroom angrily, as Kate sighed in relief. She fell to the ground and started crying hysterically.

Her whole body was shaking. The Blondie curled into a ball as she held her head between her knees and tried to calm herself down.

After she was able to control herself, she got on the bed and hugged a pillow to her chest, and thought about her pathetic life