"Little-angel, I know you have a weakness for Chris," Sandy said, her mischievous grin growing wider.Startled, I quickly replied, "What? No way! You're totally mistaken, Sandy."Sandy let out a laugh, shaking her head in amusement. "Oh, come on, Little-angel. I can see it written all over your face. Your denial doesn't fool me."My heart raced, fearing that Sandy's intuition would expose me. "Sandy, you're wrong. I don't feel that way about Christopher. It's just a silly assumption."Sandy's laughter intensified, her eyes twinkling playfully. "Oh, Little-angel, your attitude betrays you! You can't hide your feelings from me. It's written all over your actions."Feeling a sense of discomfort, I frowned. "Seriously, Sandy, this isn't funny. I don't appreciate you making jokes about my personal life."Sandy's laughter finally subsided, her expression turning apologetic. "I'm sorry, Little-angel. I didn't mean to upset you. I was only teasing. I promise, I won't bring it up again."Takin
"Your question was completely absurd. How could someone not know about Christmas? Or Santa Claus? Or the Advent Calendar? It is mind-boggling. I mean, Christmas iss everywhere – in movies, in songs, in advertisements. How could you not have come across any of it?"Feeling embarrassed, I responded, "I'm sorry, I really don't know. Can you please tell me?"Sandy looked at me suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. "Are you serious? You've never heard of Christmas or Santa Claus or anything?"I fidgeted with my hands nervously, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation. "Well, I mean, I've heard people talking about them, but I never really knew what they were talking about, you know?"Sandy didn't seem convinced. I could see the disbelief written all over her face. It was like she felt I was hiding something. I had to make her trust me somehow. "I promise, Sandy. I'm not lying. One day, I'll explain why there are so many things I don't know."She fell silent for a few moments, her brow
As we piled into the spacious limousine, excitement filled the air. Our destination? An avenue overflowing with numerous stores, offering endless possibilities for a perfect day of shopping. However, amidst the buzz and anticipation, I couldn't help but notice Christopher's unease. In stark contrast to our enthusiasm, he remained silent, his face etched with tension.Curiosity got the better of me, and I leaned in closer to Sandy, my voice barely a whisper. "What's up with Christopher? Why does he seem so nervous?"Sandy, ever perceptive, divulged in a hushed tone. "Our mother practically forced him to come along. I guess he's not too thrilled about it." A mischievous glint sparkled in Sandy's eyes as they chuckled, clearly amused by Christopher's predicament.Amusement gripped me too, and I couldn't help but stifle a snicker. Ah, so that was the reason behind his nerves and disgruntlement. The extra passenger was, undoubtedly, not in Christopher's favor. However, I couldn't let the t
Once inside the burning building, the flames danced mercilessly around me as I heard the piercing cries of a baby coming from above. Desperation fueled my every step as I raced up the stairs, every fiber of my being urging me to reach the child. But as I approached the third floor, the smoke thickened, suffocating me, while the searing heat threatened to consume me entirely.Coughing and gasping for breath, I arrived at the charred remains of the staircase, now collapsed and blocking my path. Panic surged through my veins, as realization hit me that I was trapped, cut off from the source of the baby's cries. My mind raced, searching for a solution, but my options were dwindling like the flames devouring the foundation of the building.Yet, as if the flames themselves sense my despair, the anguished cries of the baby resumed, louder, more desperate than before. With renewed determination, I made a decision that tore at my very being. I would break the promise I made to myself, to no lo
I groggily opened my eyes and was greeted by the sight of a stark white room. The air was thick with a strange pungent smell, causing my nose to wrinkle in discomfort. As I attempted to sit up, a sharp pain shot through my head, making my thoughts feel hazy and my vision blur.Taking a moment to collect my thoughts, I glanced around the room and noticed the cast encasing my legs and burns scattered across my body. Panic began to bubble within me, urging me to figure out where I was and what had happened. Ignoring the pain resonating from my leg, I mustered the strength to disconnect myself from the tangle of wires and needles, desperate to find some answers.Just as I tried to stand, a door swung open and a woman in a crisp white coat burst into the room. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in my sight, clearly not expecting me to be on my feet. "Wh-what are you doing? How did you regain consciousness so quickly?" she stumbled, her voice filled with concern.Instead of answering her
Sandy burst into my hospital room, calling my name with such excitement that I could feel myself grinning before I even saw her face. She pushed Christopher aside and ran towards me, jumping onto my bed and hugging me tight."I missed you so much, Angie!" Sandy exclaimed, using the nickname she had given me. "Sandy, why are you calling me Angie?" I asked curiouslyShe beamed at me, her eyes shining with joy. "I missed you so much, Angie, that I decided to give you a nickname. It feels more personal and It sounds more fitting for my best friend."I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through me at her words. "It's only been 10 hours, we see each other, Sandy. How could you miss me that much already?"Her laughter filled the room as she embraced me tightly. However, the force of her hug caused me to cry out in pain, my wounds throbbing beneath her touch. She immediately let go and apologized profusely. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, Angie!" Sandy exclaimed, hastily pulling away. "I didn'
Willow, with a wicked smile plastered on her face, interrupted our silent and intimate moment. "Oh look, Mr. Christopher, Miss Daisy your girlfriend is here," she said with a malicious tone. Christopher's attention was instantly diverted, and without even glancing in my direction, he swiftly got up and left.Feeling rejected, my heart sank as I watched him join his girlfriend. Willow, seizing the opportunity to belittle me, rolled her eyes and directed her venomous words towards me, calling me "Little-angel" mockingly. "You never miss the slightest opportunity to extract, do you? Especially when it comes to using that baby rescue as a pathetic excuse to seduce Christopher," she sneered. "Well, I've got my eye on you, and I won't let you get away with it."Her heartless words stung, causing anger and frustration to well up within me. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Willow," I retorted, trying to convey the hurt and helplessness I felt. "That baby needed help, and I did wha
Little-angel POV"I can't wait to make our tree the most beautiful one in the neighborhood!"I suddenly remembered that, I had a pile of laundry to tackle before anything else. Since I was in the hospital I hadn't been able to wash the clothes and Willow surely hadn't help me.I replied, "Sandy, I really want to help you decorate the tree, but I have to finish the laundry first."Sandy nodded understandingly, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Of course, I can wait a bit. Just let me know when you're done," she said, smiling warmly.****As I walked towards the laundry room, I couldn't help but feel annoyed with Willow. She had intentionally pushed me in front of Christopher and Daisy, just to humiliate me. I was fuming with anger and frustration.As I made my way down the hallway, I came across Willow. I should have known better than to engage with her, but I always found myself drawn into her web of cruelty."Hey, watch where you're going!" she sneered as she bumped into me.I t
51Little-angel POVI laid in bed, my mind drifting into the unfathomable depths of sleep. As darkness blanketed my senses, the realm of dreams took hold, unleashing a haunting nightmare that pierced through my consciousness.In the twisted labyrinth of my imagination, I found myself in a desolate church, its once majestic pillars now crumbling with eerie decay. And there, at the altar, stood Christopher, illuminated by flickering candlelight. But to my dismay, it wasn't me standing beside him—it was Daisy, my closest confidant.I watched in disbelief as they exchanged vows, their voices echoing through the empty halls. "I promise to cherish you, to protect you for all eternity," Christopher declared, his voice filled with a strange intensity."As do I," Daisy replied, her gaze piercing and inscrutable.The ceremony went on, the words flowing like an ominous melody. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The weight of those words crashed over me, while a co
51Little-angel POVI laid in bed, my mind drifting into the unfathomable depths of sleep. As darkness blanketed my senses, the realm of dreams took hold, unleashing a haunting nightmare that pierced through my consciousness.In the twisted labyrinth of my imagination, I found myself in a desolate church, its once majestic pillars now crumbling with eerie decay. And there, at the altar, stood Christopher, illuminated by flickering candlelight. But to my dismay, it wasn't me standing beside him—it was Daisy, my closest confidant.I watched in disbelief as they exchanged vows, their voices echoing through the empty halls. "I promise to cherish you, to protect you for all eternity," Christopher declared, his voice filled with a strange intensity."As do I," Daisy replied, her gaze piercing and inscrutable.The ceremony went on, the words flowing like an ominous melody. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The weight of those words crashed over me, while a co
50Little-angel POVThinking quickly, Avery rushed over and attempted to salvage the dessert, only to find it was beyond saving. Frustration etched across her face, she turned to me, anger evident in her eyes."How could you have made such a mistake? How could you leave the dessert outside the fridge?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with disappointment."But... But... I put in the fridge." I stuttered confused . "How is that possible? You didn't leave the dessert out of the fridge, did you?" Avery exploded in anger.I was taken aback by Avery's sudden anger, feeling confused and hurt. "I... I'm sure I put it in the fridge before I joined you in the dining room," I stammered, desperately trying to defend myself.Avery's frustration grew, and she couldn't understand how the dessert ended up back in the same spot she had left it. "So, what? Did it magically find its way out? Is that what you're saying?" she scoffed, her tone filled with disbelief.Feeling accused and unsure how to exp
49Little angel POVWhen Avery returned to the kitchen, her expression changed. Frustration lined her face as she surveyed the lack of progress. "Little-angel, what's going on here?" she asked sternly. "We don't have much time, and we can't afford to make mistakes. Do you really want us to be fired?"I quickly realized my mistake and apologized, feeling a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry, Avery. I got distracted. It won't happen again," I promised.Avery sighed, her frustration easing slightly. "Listen, I've been working in this house for many years, and believe me, there have been situations between Mr. and Ms. Miller that were worse and more embarrassing than what you've experienced with Mr. Oliver and Mr. Christopher," she said, her voice filled with wisdom. "You need to pull yourself together. We can't let our personal troubles affect our work."Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I couldn't help but nod, determined to do better. With renewed focus and determination, we quickly
48Little-angel POV.At that precise moment, there was a knock on the door, and I quickly jumped from the bed, eager to see who it was. James stood at the entrance, his face stern and disapproving. "What are you doing here?" he scolded me. "Avery is almost done, and you're still in bed!" I tried to explain, "I have a small headache, James. I was just resting to recover."He shook his head, clearly unimpressed. "That's not the point. Mr. Christopher is receiving a guest, and he insisted that you be available for service. I highly doubt he will understand your headache excuse." He said then turned and leave.Feeling a mix of frustration and exhaustion, I let out an exasperated sigh. Sandy squeezed my hand in support as I made the decision to leave her alone in my room and join Avery in the kitchen. As I made my way there, I couldn't help but wonder who this famous guest of Christopher's could be. The curiosity gnawed at me.Entering the kitchen, I found Avery busy with her tasks. She l
47Little-angel POVAs I stood there in my dress, the door suddenly swung open. I immediately recognized Sandy's face, and it was clear that she was troubled. She hurried in and with an exasperated sigh she casually zipped up the back of my dress, struggling to find the right words. "I can't believe the plan failed," she finally muttered. " I just don't get it! How did the plan fail? I talk to Christopher, and he is still furious. But don't worry, he'll get over it, let's just give him some time."Confused, I questioned her, "But Sandy, how did you even manage to face Christopher directly after everything? How did you just look into his eyes?" I asked curious. "I mean, it's quite embarrassing, considering you're the one who came up with this ridiculous prank. Honestly, I knew it was going to turn into a disaster, but I followed your lead because I trusted you.Sandy, now visibly irritated, snapped back at me, "Stop placing all the blame on me just because it didn't work out! You're no
46Little-angel POV I felt my heart pounding harder and harder, the sound echoing in my ears."I... I..." I stuttered, my mind racing to find the right words. But before I could gather my thoughts, Christopher, with an air of arrogance, interjected, "Don't worry, Oliver. I'll handle this." He crossed his feet and settled comfortably in the chair, a smug smile playing on his lips. My embarrassment intensified, knowing that Christopher was about to take control of the situation."Little-angel here has decided not to leave with you," Christopher declared, his tone dripping with superiority. Oliver, still trying to process the information, responded, "I already knew that. What does it have to do with you?" Frustration etched itself on Oliver's face, his words laced with a hint of irritation.Christopher turned to me, surprise evident in his eyes. "When did you tell me about this change of mind? And why?" he inquired, his voice sharp with curiosity. My stomach churned, and beads of sweat
45Little-angel POVAs we anxiously waited for Christopher's return, I found myself fidgeting nervously in my seat in the secluded garden where Sandy and I were hiding. Sandy, on the other hand, sat calmly, a sly smile playing on her lips as she glanced at me.Minutes felt like hours, and finally, Christopher's car pulled through the gate, indicating his arrival. My heart raced with anticipation. Would the plan we had concocted work?Sandy couldn't contain her excitement, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "He's here, Angie, he's finally here! Just wait for him to go to his room, and then you follow him."But doubts lingered in my mind, weighing heavily on my conscience. "Sandy, I'm starting to think this is getting out of hand. We should really consider coming clean."Sandy locked eyes with me, her expression softening. "Please, just trust me, alright? We've come this far, and I promise everything will work out."Her words held a glimmer of hope, and though reluctant, I nodded, willing
44Little angel POV As I stepped into the hallway, I found myself questioning where I found the courage to assume such a big lie. But then, I remembered how disappointed Christopher had seemed when I thought he was begging me, and fear crept in. What if he had just said those words to save face and not appear weak in front of me? The consequences of that lie began to weigh heavily on my mind, but I quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Nothing significant would come out of it anyway. He said he wasn't serious when he was supposedly begging me, so there was no need to make a big deal out of it. It was all going too far.Taking a deep breath, I wiped away my tears, determined to find solace and support in Sandy. I made my way to her room without bothering to knock, my emotions still running high. As I entered, I found her wrapped in a cozy blanket, fully engrossed in her favorite werewolf series, "Moonlight's Embrace." The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the TV casting flickering s