Belial's POV
It's nighttime, and I see how large and empty the house looks without anyone keeping me company. Yes, I look like a sad and poor abandoned dog, broken, manipulated, and to some extent humiliated, but then I remember who I am.
What the hell am I doing with my life? How far have I come from letting others control my life?
"I am Belial Bercelli, the president of one of the most famous fashion companies. I am the one who manages the lives of the employees, not the one who allows himself to be manipulated. The puppet show is over; the i***t who doesn't have control over his own life is done. If anyone hits me, I am here to respond."
When I hear the doorbell, I know no one will answer because the employee comes in early in the morning, but I feel obliged to answer—just to have i
