Lahat ng Kabanata ng The spoiled protégée of the ruthless CEO: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

- I am sorry, Mrs. Black, but it seems you have six months left to live.That's what the doctor told her and what she was thinking about while brushing her silky black hair. The idea of death was strange, gloomy, and frightening. Yet, for some reason, she felt pity too. Pity for herself.To begin with, she had no reason to be scared of death since she had never been alive! She was only seven when her mother died from a broken heart, some weeks after her father married his mistress. The stepmother made the life of little Flora a living hell.Although Flora tried fruitlessly to get the attention of her father, Her half-sister Bianca was the only child he loved. It was times he forgot her existence. And he was even persuaded by his second wife to sell his older daughter to Jack Black, the Boss of the largest Mafia group in the city. Flora was only twenty one. She thought this may be her opportunity to live as a decent human being, but she was wrong.So here she is! Two days after knowing

There was no difference between morning and night anymore. Nor was she able to distinguish reality from nightmares. Every time, there was only pain. Every moment, there was only dark desperation and misery. Her stomach didn't become any better. She collapsed more than once. Yet, Jack didn't care. The more she was in pain, the more his pleasure grew. Regularly, two old maids and a pretty blond nurse would visit her to take care of her old injuries and prepare her for the new ones. No matter how much she would beg them or the guards, no one was ready to help her. Helping her was a suicide. They knew it well: Jack would drink the blood of that fool who may dare approach his beloved doll. And maybe they were discreetly grateful for sacrificing the young lady to the boss, for his attitude became much softer since he put her in that torture cage. After seven days of hell, Flora ceased responding to her mad husband's violence: Her body reacted slightly. Her eyes teared. Her heart beat har

“What a beautiful windy day,” said flora after finishing cleaning the shop. She felt refreshed and happy. Jasmine flowers were blooming flagrantly. The fragrance relaxed Flora’s nerves and boosted her oxytocin.She rearranged the flowers in the front of the shop. Rearranging is not an obvious effort, but its results influence the clients a lot. That's what Flora learned, working in this small flower shop for some weeks. Her health was getting much better, her soul too. Flora sat by the window and smiled peacefully. After some minutes she heard the door’s bell: The owner of the shop came in:“I have some goodies here!” Said Mielle while lifting the sweets box. - You didn’t have to tire yourself, dear! replied Flora!- No, I don’t have to. I rather want to! You have been doing great job since you started working here. I must be thankful! I have never seen the shop that clean in my life!The two girls laughed then Flora explained:- I used to take care of the garden and veranda when I

Claude Knightly.Flora knows for sure who Claude was. She heard her father and even Jack talking about him many times. Claude is the wealthiest man in the city. He's a young billionaire, who came from a respectable family. But he built his riches by himself, from scratch.He's a legend.And that legend risked his life and position to save her.She met him once when they were children. She did him a favor. But it wasn't the thing that may drive a man who had too much to lose into such danger.What a strange man!Flora drank her tea. Then feeling her head relaxed, she moved to the lounge area. She sat on a fluffy sofa and closed her eyes to chill. The pianist was still playing the Moonlight Sonata.While relaxing, Flora felt someone sitting near her. She opened her eyes thinking that Claude is back. Instead, she found an elegant lady who was reading a book.Not just a book. It was A Murder On The Orient Express. Flora was astonished. She adores this book!-You have such an elegant taste

"Is there a doctor here?!” cried Mr. Bouc, the director of the train. “I am a doctor!” said a middle-aged gentleman. He was Mr.Watson. And he was the only physician on board. Dr.Philip examined the body of Amélie and then said: “She is alive and I believe she got poisoned. Let’s bring her to her room so I can examine her better. Do we have medicines on board?” “Yes! Sure!”, responded Mr. Bouc. “What do you mean poisoned?” Asked a passenger who was almost fifty: Mr. Daniel “Do you mean SOMEONE has poisoned her?! Is there a KILLER here?!” It seems the idea of having a killer among them terrified all passengers. The Ladies cried, and the men cursed: - A criminal! There’s a criminal here! - Call the police immediately! What are you waiting for?! - Stop the train and bring the poor woman to the hospital! - We are all dead! The tension has almost become chaos that Mr. Bouc was unable to shut it down. And then the noises stopped as the train stopped abruptly: - What’s going on? A