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Author's POV: "Okay. I will think about it and inform you of my final decision. You may go now." Grusha said while finally leaving the chair that she has been sitting for the whole time. The dim lights of the office room made it more visible for someone who looks from the outside since the surrounding was that much dark. She was too preoccupied with all the work to notice that she had Luca coming to her office to remind her that it is almost the time to return home. Damien used to drop her off and pick her up from the office until she eventually requested him not to which he hesitantly agreed at last but only with the condition for her to return home early and if she were to stay overnight she will have to keep her bodyguards with her until she returns. Be it possessiveness or care she secretly liked even having someone thinking about her though she doesn't show it. She grabbed her coat and the pile of files that was on her desk before leaving the cage of an office that she has be
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Grusha's POV:I was awakened by the bucket of water being thrown at me making me cough terribly as some of it made their way through my nostrils. I could hardly open my eyes because of the strings of blood that connected my eyelids last night had dried enough by now to the point where an involuntary hiss escaped my lips at the stinging pain of re-opening the dried cuts. I could see my shadow on the floor ahead of me as sunlight peered through the small window which was located considerably high for an average man to reach on the wall behind me. It was not much harder to adjust my eyes to the sunlight since that small amount of light could not affect the darkness in the room.I tried lifting up my neck as it began to ache, probably because it had been in the same position, I guess, since the moment I blacked out yesterday, only to be beaten up by the worsening headache. I felt myself sticky and bloody, making me desperate of a hot bath to wash away all dirt from myself until I felt ref
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Author's POV:Turning the stove off Grusha took the pot before ladling the soup into a bowl. She took off her gloves and placed the steaming soup on the tray before filling a glass with water and placing it on the tray. She lifted the tray with her bruised, shaky hands, only to scream in pain while keeping the tray on the table again unintentionally.No matter what morning routine she follows, she is required to carry out her duty properly.That was his command.Even though she was aware that she would get beaten up at the end of the day on a regular basis, she knew better than to defy him and risk having a near-death experience in which she would beg him to kill her yet he would let her live.After gently rubbing her wrist for a while, she took a deep breath and swallowed her tears. No matter what, she has to do this.Whimpering in pain she lifted the tray and limped towards the stairs to go upstairs which was a great torture for her aching body.She tried to make it as fast as possi
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Grusha's POV:“Amalia”The moment he said that name, I looked at him while dropping my hands to my lap while still holding the glass of water and pills in my palms. He again mistook me for my mother. ‘How foolish of me to think that he has finally…..never mind’ I mused as a sad chuckle escaped my lips.“Amalia”He called again but I did nothing and just stared at him. This is not the first time he mistook me for my mother, so it’s not new. And I know this won’t be the last time too. But each time this happened, his eyes, his behavior and everything looked different. His eyes seemed somewhat softer and showed many emotions but I couldn’t quite grasp what those were. However, he appeared somewhat different. That’s all I knew. In the beginning I believed it to be a side effect of the medications, but later I was proven wrong when this persisted even when he used to refuse taking medication.Sighing, I again reached out to him in the hopes that he would take them, either consciously or un
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Grusha's POV:I waited for something to happen, like his fists or any object he could find nearby, as I heard his footsteps get closer, but nothing did. Instead, I suddenly felt a current of wind pass me. I slowly opened my eyes when I heard loud footsteps going up the stairs, only to see my brother’s disappearing figure. He despised me just as much as father did, so it was strange to see him pass by me without at least leaving his finger prints on my cheeks. He was exactly like father in that regard. I let it slide because it is not like I wanted him to do anything.I retreated my gaze from him, only for my eyes to fall on the smirking guy who has been leaning against the door frame, I assume, ever since brother arrived, who I didn’t notice until now.Victor…Despite the fact that he is my cousin, Victor could also receive the title of “best friend” from my brother, which is not at all surprising given that I knew that Victor is not the gentleman that he appears to be. In fact he is
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