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Sometimes I think that fate brings with it a heavy burden, a burden that intertwines with our lives, causing situations we cannot explain. Many times we find ourselves in a web of lies that binds us so tightly that we cannot turn back. This is how I find myself today, and my web has a name, a surname, and weight in society and the underworld.

During the day, he is a successful businessman acclaimed by society for his achievements, both in the technological field and in the charitable foundations in which he invests heavily. However, when the moon reaches its apex, and the darkness of night appears, a cold man with shady dealings emerges before the underworld, a man who can achieve many things, that even the cruelest of men would cry like a baby in his presence.

This man is my terror and my desire. I fear him, for I have witnessed several things he has done, monstrous things that hurt to the depths of my soul just to remember. And I desire him for his dark skin, his black hair, and his blue eyes like the sea, eyes that can make any woman drown in the immense desire to have him.

I am a young university student studying medicine, and to pay for college I work as a maid in Mr. Oliver's house. And as you can imagine, Mr. Oliver is the man I described above. He is the reason for all my inner turmoil, as handsome as I had ever seen, yet venomous as a deadly serpent. My presence was never noticed by him. I even think that's why I'm alive after four years working for him. I have witnessed many of his atrocities, but I always kept to the corners when he was home. As I said, I was never noticed or seen by him, and the truest saying is that which is not seen will never be remembered, and I prefer it to remain that way.

I am twenty-five years old, a redhead with blue eyes, and quite out of place. I am not the center of attention, and I keep it that way; it's the best thing I do with my life. I am very temperamental and pragmatic, two qualities that do not help in relationships. I only dated once in my life, but the relationship lasted only a week. Besides these grand qualities that sink my romantic life, I am cheerful, docile, and a little touchy. Dad says I'm dramatic; I judge that I'm not, because if I were dramatic I would have left four years ago, when I moved into my boss's house. Because on my first night here, the house was attacked, shots were fired. I was desperate, however, Liriam, the housekeeper, explained the situation to me, exposing the situation as it really was. I was scared and nervous, but I weighed my options, because no job would pay me like that one, which would allow me to pay for my college and still save some money. In the end, the desire to succeed in life spoke louder, and so here we are.

Characters.

The characters are inspired by these actors**.

Oliver Bragança.

**Selena Mitchel

next characters will be revealed as the story develops**.

Today was a tough day. I had to wash the pool area, which was covered in blood. My boss got furious with his finance director who was stealing from his company's capital, and since I know the details, I was serving juice during the heated argument that unfolded with my boss shooting the man twice in the head. The man thrashed lifelessly on the floor. He ordered his henchman to get rid of the body and ordered me to clean up the mess. And the bastard didn't even notice that the man's brains had splattered on my face.

While I was cleaning, I kept asking myself why I didn't get scared anymore, why I didn't panic. I've witnessed so many things in these four years that I think everything has become quite normal, which is strange for a rational, thinking being. But five more years there and I could disappear and never come back; I'd be free from that house of horrors.

I finished cleaning with sodium hypochlorite and some other bleaches, and went to the incinerator to dispose of the materials used to clean the scene, plus my maid uniform. I left there and went straight to the servants' bathroom to take a good, long shower. I took my toiletry bag with my products, because one thing I don't go without is sleeping smelling nice. I took a thorough shower, rubbed jasmine oil on my body, dried myself, put on white panties and a very large, loose shirt, and headed to my tiny but tidy little room, threw myself onto the bed, and passed out.

Around three in the morning, I woke up to someone shaking me by the shoulders. I was very scared and saw Liriam, who seemed very nervous.

Liriam: Girl, we need your help. The boss is injured, can you go take a look at him?

Still trying to get my bearings as I was half-dazed, I asked.

Selena: But where is Doctor Joseph?

For those who don't know, he's the doctor who provides services for Mr. Oliver when he doesn't want the public to know that he or any of his employees have been injured, thus maintaining his image as a good man and not drawing attention to himself and his business.

Liriam looks at me with a pleading gaze and replies.

Liriam: Joseph is on vacation in the Caribbean. By the time he gets here, Mr. Oliver will have died and resurrected, and he'll also have killed us all for incompetence. Come on, girl, we don't have all night.

Still feeling insecure because I've only been studying medicine for four years, I get up and follow her to our boss's suite. And there he was, a glass of gin and tonic in his hands, sitting in his armchair with his torso completely bare. In that same instant, shame washed over me, making me blush.

The man noticed my discomfort and stared at me strangely, his eyes running from my feet to my head, which honestly made me look at the floor, so intimidated was I, until he broke the silence, speaking.

Oliver: Liriam, who is this woman? And why is she here?

The man spoke in a deep voice, quite hoarse from the strain of his wound.

Liriam: Sir, it's Selena. She's been a maid in the house for four years, and she's studying medicine. She can help you, if you allow it, of course.

He lifted his chin and narrowed his eyes, somewhat suspicious, and just as I imagined, even though I'd been serving him for four years, I had always been invisible, until today, that is. I think I'm going to regret not having left four years ago.

The man gives a nod and allows me to approach. I get closer, look at his wound, and ask his right-hand man for first-aid supplies, and I dare to address him directly.

Selena: Sir, I'll need you to lie down on your bed. And besides the basic first-aid supplies, I'll need forceps, surgical tweezers, scissors, and a needle and thread for stitches.

He gets up and passes by me, his hand on his abdomen, holding the wound, his face contorted in pain. He lies down on his bed. I ask Liriam to fluff his pillow and make him comfortable. The supplies arrive, and I put on gloves, and say.

Selena: Sir, I'm going to apply a local anesthetic.

He just nods, watching me make the applications around the area. When I inject the syringe into the wound, he brings his large hand to my arm and squeezes it, groaning in pain. I remain calm and continue the application, still feeling my arm ache. He gradually loosens his grip on my arm, indicating that the anesthetic was taking effect. I run my finger over the exposed shrapnel and ask.

Selena: Are you feeling this, sir?

He looks at me deeply, and just as I'm about to ask again, he answers.

Oliver: I don't feel it. You can proceed.

With the help of the forceps, I begin to remove the smaller pieces of shrapnel. I place a lot of gauze soaked in alcohol on the sides of the wound, and I position the forceps and remove the largest piece of shrapnel, making my boss's blood flow. I pour saline solution into the wound and see that the cut was deep but didn't hit any major arteries or veins. I staunch the bleeding and begin to stitch, exactly seven stitches. I dress my boss's wound and ask him to sit up so I can bandage his abdomen.

I write down the names of the medications for his right-hand man to buy, excuse myself, and leave the room, heading to my own room to sleep for the hour and a half I still had left.

As a child, I was raised by a family of mobsters, who molded me to be well-regarded by society, and a major mobster behind the scenes.

Today I am 32 years old and I command a multinational advanced technology company, and also the largest cartel in Miami. I am ruthless, cruel, obstinate, and extremely methodical. I lead a very high-profile life. I end up having many confrontations over territory with rivals, but they all end up bleeding at my hands. I never play around; I simply eliminate everyone who opposes me.

Today I discovered that my finance director was embezzling funds from my company to a tax haven. I invited him to lunch by my pool; after all, you don't eliminate a man without giving him his last meal.

One of my maids is serving us. I have no fear of taking any action in front of my servants because when they start working for me, it's as if they've made a pact of loyalty. Nothing that happens here leaves here, and if it does, they know the fate that awaits them.

After the meal, smoking a Cuban cigar, I question my director about the accounting discrepancies, and he even gets indignant and starts arguing with me.

Oliver__ A large amount of working capital is missing, Sebastian. How do you explain these discrepancies?

The man stares at me, frightened yet seemingly determined to make a fool of me.

Sebastian__ Mr. Bragança, I think the discrepancies are due to your accounting inability. After all, if you knew how to handle this part of the company, you wouldn't have a finance director.

I let out a scornful laugh and reply.

Oliver__ Don't push me, Sebastian. I am very skilled in everything I do, and to be fair, I had help from a professional accountant and a financial investigator, who traced your account in the tax haven.

The man looked at me with a face of revolt, spat on the ground, and said.

Sebastian__ That slut Sandra helped you, didn't she? I knew it wouldn't take long for that whore to fuck you to get promoted in the company.

I smiled at him, but before he could realize it, I drew my weapon and fired two shots into his head.

I stood up and called Hulk, my right-hand man and jack-of-all-trades, and ordered him to get rid of the body. And there was a maid there whose face I didn't even bother to look at. I ordered her to clean the blood off the floor and get rid of any evidence at that crime scene.

I left there and went straight to the company. I spent the whole afternoon there until nightfall. I left there in my car and went straight to my lover's house. She wasn't my lover because I was committed—after all, I'm single—but she had that title because she was the woman I fucked when I wanted to de-stress.

I arrived at the woman's house, sat on her sofa, took a fan of money in my hands, unzipped my pants, and said.

Oliver__ Darling, play your part and give me that sensational blowjob, because I need to cum to de-stress. Depending on your performance today, this fan of money will be all yours.

The bitch smiled maliciously at me, grabbed a bottle of champagne, knelt before me, and said.

Lover__ Close your eyes, my dear, I have a surprise for you.

I closed my eyes, but immediately the whore broke the bottle and thrust it into my abdomen. I quickly reacted by giving her a hard slap that sent the woman flying. I pulled out the bottle and felt that some shards had broken off and remained in me.

Hatred surged through me, and I went to the woman, grabbed her by the hair, and asked.

Oliver__ Why?

She, with terror in her eyes, was crying and spat in my face, replying.

Lover__ For revenge. You killed my father and my brothers. They were the heads of the Cardozas. So you destroyed my family, and I'll destroy you.

Feeling the sting of my wounds, I just smiled at her, hatred in my expression, and said.

Oliver__ I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to cripple you. You'll have to live with your failure, and you won't be able to be with any man. You made a choice, now face the consequences.

I throw her over my shoulder and break her spine, then throw the woman on her sofa, who screams desperately in pain. And to finish, I break her hands and feet. I threaten her and say that if she reports me, I'll go after her son. She cries in pain but agrees. I call an ambulance and leave the place, heading to the car.

I call Hulk to come pick me up. He arrives in less than ten minutes, as he's always nearby. I get home and remember I gave my doctor a vacation. I tell Hulk to call Liriam, who is my housekeeper and my eyes in this house. She looks at me with a sad expression, as Liriam is like a mother to me; she has taken care of me since I was a child.

She says she has a solution for my wound. I trust her, so I allow her to handle the matter. I ask Hulk to serve me a drink; I'm already feeling dizzy due to my blood loss.

Some time later, Liriam enters my room with a hot little redhead wearing a blouse that was transparent, allowing me to glimpse a bit of her silhouette.

I ask who that woman is and where she came from, and surprisingly, Liriam tells me she has worked for me for four years.

For a minute, I think I need to start paying more attention to my maids, especially hot ones like that. She seems a bit uncomfortable, so I ask her to come closer. She quickly examines my wound and asks Hulk to provide materials for my care. From her attitude, she will be a great doctor.

The young woman begins her procedures, until she sticks a needle in my stomach, which makes me grab her arm tightly and groan in pain. She remains focused. I start to feel relief, which makes me release her arm. She performs all the procedures, asks me to sit up, which I do, then she bandages me, explaining it's for better protection of my stitches.

As soon as she finishes, she prescribes some pain medication and antiseptics for the dressing, bids us good night, and leaves. As soon as she leaves, I ask Liriam to tell me everything about the young woman. She does so, telling me her entire life story, and also the complete investigation report on her, as everyone who works for me is investigated prior to their hiring. Then I said.

Oliver__ Liriam, starting tomorrow, I want Selena taking care of me personally. I believe she will be a great doctor, and she will be my private doctor; she just doesn't know it yet.

The lady looks at me with hopeful eyes, but I would never have anything serious with a maid. I just want a good fuck, but I don't need to expose this to Liriam, who is crazy for me to have a relationship and children, family—all that usual nonsense.