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