Cruella Imagines[DISCONTINUED FOR NOW]

Miss De Vil

Imagine you going back to House of De Vil after your husband dies to confess your feelings to your boss, Cruella De Vil. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

~Y/n's Pov~

I have never felt so relieved and free in my entire life. Recently, my own husband died from an overdose last week and now I'm trying to find a new place here in London without him.

Do I care? no, he's the worst husband ever. I don't even know why we got married in the first place, he would do drugs and drink alcohol on a daily basis and won't spend anytime for me. He never does, all he ever does is take his anger out on me and sexually abuse me.

I was so relieved by this point, I have been thinking about what I should do that now he's gone.

But then, I memory popped up in my brain as I was thinking..

About a year ago, I used to work for this fashion company, House Of De Vil. Owned by the cold, brilliant and devilish Cruella De Vil. Thought she had no soul in her, and was totally ruthless towards her employees, I actually developed a crush on her..

Ever since I started working for her, I have always loved her and wanted to confess my love for her. It's just that there's this feeling in my stomach that truly enlightens me and drives me crazy.

Whenever she would speak or do anything with all of her glory, I would get black and white butterflies in my stomach and I had to hide my face from blushing.

I didn't live too far away from the compan. it was just a few blocks aways from my new home here in London and I only had to take just a few walks, but when late, i would just take a bus and walk after the ride.

And today was the day, the day I tell her how much I loved her despite her cruel tac tics with her job. I stood up by the door step, taking deep breaths and finally walking in.

As I was walking up the steps, an obese man blocked my way form going up, stopping me. Alongside a tall and less fat lean man.

"Can we help you, ma'am?" the taller man asked, I suppose he was one of Cruella's henchman.

"I have come to see Miss De Vil, please. I used to work her.. F-for her her." I replied to him.

Both of them quietly whispered and spoke to each other and soon let me pass through and let me go on.

"Ah, yes.. I remember now. It sure does feel good to be back, I see why I left you." I told to myself as I examined the place, and it was just like what I remembered. People talking and walking back and forth stitching and tearing up fabric for looks.

I started looking around and walking around the place, trying to look for Cruella's office and speak to her. Once I was looking for her, the two same men came up to me in concern.

"Madam, you have been walking around everywhere. May we ask you what you're really doing here?" the lean man asked.

"Miss De Vil, I'm looking for her." I told him.

He nodded and lead me to her office. There I was, a black door with the words 'Cruella De Vil'. I thanked the man and knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. "Enter!" I heard the voice of a woman call out behind the door. I smiled and opened the door. as I walked in, Miss De Vil had a somewhat examining look on her face. Wondering what I was doing in her place.

"May I ask you who you are? You look vaguely familiar.." she said as she was sipping tea.

"Miss De Vil, I'm not sure if you remember me, but I actually used to work here at your place.. And I just wanted to see if-" I was cut off by her saying something about me.