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Pampered by the Ruthless Boss: A Deceptive Sweetness

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 550    |    Released on: 23/06/2025

a blurry, swaying mess, just like the inside of my head. A woma

aby, list

d photographs in the history books I used to study.

slurred, her words thick with laudanum.

nst my bare arms. Outside, the city was a blur of brick and steel, smokestacks coughing gra

hive, carefully handling a brittle reel of nitrate film. The smell o

one else's body, living

held up a small, elegant cloche hat. It was beautiful, a deep sapphire blue,

it for me. She

e was carved from granite opened my door. Arthur "Artie" Gallo. His eyes wer

looked at my mother. "T

ar, clutching her new hat like a

n me. It was heavy, possessive.

ed everything, heavy velvet curtains, and the constant, low hum of a generator

er a glass dome, sat a ro

lass. "The last known copy of The Seraph

legendary silent picture by a famed European director, thought to be destroyed in

didn't reach his eyes. "I like to give

jawline. "You're new. You're f

to endure it. I had to play the game. For now, this film reel was t

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Pampered by the Ruthless Boss: A Deceptive Sweetness
Pampered by the Ruthless Boss: A Deceptive Sweetness
“My last memory was the smell of ancient celluloid in a 21st-century archive, then a sharp chest pain. I woke up to the stench of gin and stale perfume, trapped in a stranger's body, in 1920s Chicago. My own mother, a faded vaudeville dancer, sold me to a notorious gang boss, Artie Gallo, for a sapphire cloche hat. I found a flicker of connection with Leo, the kind projectionist, and risked everything to steal medicine for the starving poor. But when Artie discovered our secret, Leo, the only person I' d dared to trust, pointed a trembling finger at me. "She made me do it." The betrayal was a physical blow, worse than the whip that lashed my back in Artie's cursed cellar. They threw me back in my room, broken and left to fester. The film, my last connection to my old life, gone with him. My body healed, but my soul was twisted into something cold and hard. How could he? How could the one pure thing I found in this nightmare turn out to be the cruelest blade? When I finally emerged, adorned in garish makeup and a deceptively sweet smile, the old Clara was gone. I would become the woman Artie wanted, the woman this brutal world demanded. And I would make sure everyone who ever wronged me paid the price, even if it meant burying every last piece of my humanity.”
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