Stolen by My Holy Mother
My mom loves using me as her bargaining chip to buy her way into heaven.
My haute couture dresses, my original sketches, my entire trust fund allowance—the second I look away, she hands them off to her church buddies or broke relatives. All in the name of "saving souls."
Whenever I snap, she just acts all smug and self-righteous.
"You ungrateful brat! I’m earning brownie points with God for you! It's the only way you’ll ever get into heaven!"
The night before my final pitch for Global Lead Designer at L'Étoile, I warned her again and again. I told her not to touch a single thing of mine.
Late that night, I caught her trying to sneak my car keys to our neighbor.
I rushed over and snatched the