Living under the Brivacheu residence is not easy at all, especially when you’re with the arrogant, narcissistic and toxic woman like Yelena.

It’s midnight and you are cooking your own food because you didn’t eat with the family earlier. Everyone is already asleep, so it’s peaceful and quiet inside the mansion.

Until you heard her voice.... the voice of the devil herself.

“Doll.”

She wrapped her arms around your waist as she rested her chin on your shoulder.

“What are you doing?”