Pampered by the Ruthless Boss: A Deceptive Sweetness

a series of nights that made my skin crawl, he p

id, already turning his atte

f his study, my steps echoing in the grand, empty hallway. The first thing I did was lea

smelled of boiled cabbage and despair. The landlord, a man with a gr

an hour ago. Said she

th overflowing trash cans. The air

ere sh

e. The beautiful, sapphire-blue cloche hat lay in a puddle of muddy water beside he

open, starin

stomach. I wanted to show it to her, to scream at her, to ask her if it w

e. It hadn't brought me anything but pain. It was a curse. And I knew, wi