Saving (Y/n) //Ciel X Reader//

I was feeling like being mean so I came up with this!

Chapter 1 - 'His name....is Ciel Phantomhive....'

(y/n) POV

I ranted mindlessly to no one as I stomped around my office.

"SHIT! DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!"

I pushed my chair to the floor. It helped me cope, when I broke things...it made me feel stronger. my life has been a living hell since the wretched begining. I wasn't wanted, my parents divorced, soon both got in a fight with eachother, killing themselves, now I had to take care of their pathetic excuse for a job!

"FUCK!" I screamed.

Why I was angry? No one knew. Though, no one knew what happened when I was alone behind the closed doors of my room. I've worked too hard to put up this act, so no one would pity me. I'd rather they curse my name than to see the truth behind my tantrums...to give me their fake condolences.

I cried myself asleep, again, like every night...just wishing for all this to end.

The next day I hear my office door knock.

"What?!" I snapped harshfully.

The door creaked open and I could almost see the butler shaking in his shoes...his name was Chance, but it's not like I would tell him I cared to remember.

"Yes...?" I asked, like a snake that had found it's next strike and was mischieviously planning it's next blow.

"M-my Lady...I-i-"

"Spit it out!" I growled

"Ugh, whatever." My Aunt pushed her way past the butler. She pushed him out the door and swiftly shut the door in his face.

"Oh. What do you wan't? Need more money, so you can get into those low life clubs?" I asked.

"What I do in my spare time is none of your buisness."

"It does if it involves my money." I shot back.

"Okay! Again, whatever! It's just...people are talking and when they talk sales go down, (y/n)"

"Let them talk. Those bastards and their so called 'lives', HA! Like they even have one..."

"(y/n) your not listening. When people talk they make up gossip and before you know it they think something scandalous is happening behind your locked up doors and soon people believe it and stop buying our products...I think you need to start being courted by some nice, eligable, young men your age."

I groaned. I knew my aunt...she didn't care about me...she cared about the money...and yet I kept her around...she's the only one left who even bothers to pretend to care about my well being anymore.

"Come on, (y/n), give it a chance! In fact...there is one I think would be perfect for you. He just broke the engagement with his annoying cousin," I can even feel my ears perk up...who would even be remotely like me? Let alone be 'perfect' for me? I'm awful!

"....his name....is Ciel Phantomhive."