Default Title - His Sadistic Love

part 10: My way to live

Liza's POV

After my father's death, the air in our home grew thick with grief. My mom locked herself in her room, clutching the jar of my father's ashes, her sobs echoing through the silence. I felt suffocated, drowning in my own tears, struggling to find the words to comfort her. All I could do was cry and hurt myself in the solitude of my room.

Tomorrow, I would put on my brave face for another shift at the bar. The thought of dealing with the leering, entitled men made my stomach churn. But I had to be strong; my mom was my only anchor in this storm. I couldn't lose her too. She still had years ahead of her, years I hoped would be filled with love and laughter, even if it felt impossible right now.

Authors POV

Liza stood behind the bar, her heart heavy as she surveyed the room. The dim lights flickered over a sea of polished suits and overconfident laughter. Each time she approached a table, the same unwelcome comments erupted around her. The rich men leaned back, their eyes glinting with entitlement as they hollered crude taunts disguised as compliments.

Swallowing her disgust, she reminded herself that this was just a job-one she loathed but needed to survive. Their wealth didn't grant them decency, and each lewd remark twisted in her stomach. She struggled to focus as she took orders, trying to filter out the noise.

Victor Sinclair had been a challenge; he'd asked her one inappropriate question that had made her skin crawl. Yet, compared to the other patrons tonight, he seemed almost bearable. At least he hadn't resorted to the catcalling that filled the air around her. She remembered his slurred words, and while unsettling, they hadn't carried the same weight of disdain.

As the night dragged on, Liza steeled herself, reminding herself she was more than an object for their amusement. Each rude comment only fueled her determination. She would not be broken by their arrogance. Liza was here to survive, and she would do it on her own terms.

Liza POV

As I walked through the bar, the noise faded into the background, and memories of my father flooded my mind. I remembered our days together, laughing over simple meals and sharing stories. The ache of his absence hit me hard, pulling me back to that painful moment when I lost him. I missed him more than I could express.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed, breaking the reverie. It was a call from one of my coworkers, their voice filled with urgency. "Have you heard? Victor's going to buy the bar!"

Surprise shot through me, quickly followed by a wave of anxiety. Why would he do that? My heart raced at the implications. If Victor owned the bar, what would happen to me? The news rolled around in my head like a storm. They mentioned he'd be drinking there for free, but wouldn't stay long-too busy with his other businesses. He would leave his assistant in charge.

A bad feeling settled in my gut. I couldn't shake the thought of what this change might mean for my job, my safety, and the already unbearable atmosphere. Would his assistant be just as bad? Or worse? The unknown loomed large, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I had to prepare for whatever was coming 🥀