For ten years, I played the perfect stand-in, until the day the CEO’s son hung my dog from the chandelier. Blood dripped onto my bed as Oliver hissed, “That’s for wearing my mother’s favorite dress and ruining it!” Looking triumphant as he ran off.
I stared at Snowball’s bloody corpse, unable to find my voice.
I had come to this city years ago with nothing but a suitcase. I was hired to work for the Grant family, and over time, I became nothing more than a caretaker for a child and an expensive little dog.
The mansion, though grand, felt more like a gilded cage. They stripped away everything I cared about, leaving me with nothing but a hollow existence.
And in the blink of an eye, everything I had worked for, everything I had loved, was gone.
