Billionaire Lothario
mma moaned and turned around, dragging the worn-out blanket over her head in a hopeless effort to shield herself f
, there are tasks waiting for you!" Downstairs ca
o have the weekend off to relax, but that's not the case in the Wilson household. In the eyes of the rest o
he was facing another day of exhausting
cing from her bruised muscles protesting the movement. G
new day may bring. Below, a tired young couple sat with worn-out expressions at the tiny kitchen table, hardly noticing her co
eived offenses. A week ago, Ella accidentally burned the toast and as a result, her foste
rn-out dress she wore yester
sizzling bacon drifting from the kitchen
g more than a stale crust of bread for breakfast. Luxuries li
sat enjoying their breakfast. Ella's foster brother, John Wilson, glare
food, acknowledging the person who
moving!" I need all the laundry in the backyard taken care of before sunset or there wil
hes. While carrying it outside, she listened to her foster brother sarcastically shout, "
rs, causing fear to cross Ella's face. The only person who w
orrow is Monday and, unlike you, we as me
ed by tomorrow," Ella stated, avoiding m
shboard in the hot summer sun. By noon, she was in immense pain in
ak when the neighbor's dog Carl ca
. Carl, you are my only friend. I desire to esca
utside to check on how well Ella was doing. It's about time you completed it, yo
For how much longer could she continue to exist in this never-ending horror? While
ieved she glimpsed a red blur among the dark corners of the garden. How
ng me? She questioned herself. As the evening was getting more darker, Ella actually felt a shiver run down her b
paring dinner in the kitchen. Mrs. Wilson and her children were
king the s
toils the entire day and expects his dinner to be served
few more minutes. Emily responded in a
he dining room and bet him five bucks she would burn it ag
er assignment. While getting vegetables from the pantry, sh
"Unable to deal with a small mouse, so weak!" John mocked. It's
ly escalate the situation. She told herself that in just a couple more years, she would f
ood into bowls, Mrs. Wilson came into the kitchen with
stretched out. Mrs. Wilson firmly held one, her thumb pu
nger. Mrs. Wilson spoke with cruelty before letting go o
s taunting. As the night covered the world around her, she imagined about the uncertainties of tom
in doubt. She wondered if her brothers were playing a prank on her or if it was just a text mistake. Reg