Nirelle: Sold to the Mysterious billionaire

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I sigh as I wipe off the sweat on my forehead, trying my best to ensure the water from the gloves on my hands does not touch my body. I gag in

s. I had washed it just three days ago, but my mom had asked me to wash it again this mornin

ood by the door and dished out commands of tasks she wanted completed before nightfall. Everyone had acted as if I were invisible. I look at the seat once again and scrub

The girl looks down on me with compassion and pity. It was almost like she was asking many unanswerable questions. I smile at

hey are going to make me do all the work. They should just fire them all and pay me their wages. I step into the study

Ma'am," I add, remembering what she had said when she slapped me across the face last night. She had her hair

the scariest, and no matter how much my mom hit me, he scared me more. I move cautiously to the table and stand at arm's length. He drops the paper in his hand on the table

the study walls, bouncing off the spines of all the books, and

all those women who looked like they came from money, and for her, the term 'looks can be deceiving' was not true because she was indeed rich. Her face was tight,

ashed?" Those were the first words he said to me on my birthday. I look at him and swallow all of the malicious words I wa

imself onto the couch and puts

ng them and their maltreatment because I had no place else to g

?" Yvette asked her son, but the b

y. I was never allowed outside the walls of the mansion except when there was someone t

have no idea what he was about to tell me, but I am sure that it can

y; you are getti

out of my body. "Today..." I trailed off, knowing I was not

ge of expression on his face.