🔥 The Spoiled Brat Turned Into a Slave – Episode 1 🔥

POV: Edward

I had wealth, women, friends, and fame.

I am Edward Gabriel Venes, the heir to Venes Global Enterprises. Venes Global Enterprises wasn’t just any corporation — it dominated the luxury automotive industry, designing and producing some of the world’s most exclusive cars. From sleek supercars to limited-edition concept models, the Venes name was synonymous with wealth, style, and power. As the sole heir, I had access to it all.

Having everything in life had made me proud, arrogant, and full of myself.

I could get anything I wanted — “no” was a word I had never heard.

My mother had always supported me, even when my father tried in vain to correct my attitude toward people and life.

On a fateful night, I went to a high-end bar with my friends — those who shared my arrogance, ambition, and flair for the extravagant — accompanied by a few escorts to set the mood.

And then I saw her… a waitress. Not just any waitress. She carried herself with a quiet confidence, calm but unshakable. Her posture was straight, her movements graceful, and her eyes… her eyes were deep pools of composure that seemed to look right through me.

It wasn’t just her appearance — it was the way she smiled at other patrons, warm and genuine, how she laughed at little jokes, how she spoke politely yet with a lively tone that drew people in. And the way she treated everyone equally, with charm and respect, while ignoring me, gnawed at something dark inside me. I felt a spark of jealousy I had never experienced before — why should someone so ordinary wield so much grace? Why should she remain untouchable while I… I had everything?

My mind raced. I watched as she moved from table to table, effortlessly lighting up the room, and I felt my usual confidence twist into something bitter, something darker. It was no longer desire; it was obsession… envy… a need to break her.

I approached her, my usual charm at the ready, but as I did, I realized she was immune. My influence, my wealth, my reputation — they meant nothing to her. She looked at me, steady and unshaken, and rejected me coldly.

The sting of that rejection burned hotter than anything I’d felt before. My ego screamed in fury. No one — no one — had ever dared to refuse me.

A twisted thought formed in my mind. I would make her pay. Not in words, not in threats… but in a way that would humiliate and crush her completely. Using my reach, my cunning, and my connections, I began orchestrating her downfall. I planted evidence, whispered lies, and nudged those around her to act against her. Every move was calculated, every detail intended to break her spirit.

The restaurant owner, terrified of my name, called the police.

They arrested her. I made sure she was humiliated and punished before being released. I even heard later that she had collapsed from shock and exhaustion, and I… I didn’t care. Watching her suffer made me feel untouchable, powerful, and alive in a way that nothing else ever had.

Deep down, a small voice whispered that what I was doing was wrong. That this cruelty, this obsession, was not right. But I ignored it. I didn’t care. The thrill, the power, the sheer control over her… it was intoxicating, and nothing else mattered.

I should have been satisfied. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t enough. Her defiance, her composure… it had stirred something dangerous inside me. Something that wouldn’t let go.

As the night ended, I left the bar, my mind spinning with dark delight. Yet a part of me… a part I didn’t like… wondered what it would feel like to see her break completely. That thought lingered like a shadow, sharp and heavy, and I welcomed it.

But little did I know… the next morning, everything I had taken for granted would vanish.

I woke up feeling weak and drained.

There were no maids in my room. My bed felt rough, unlike the soft, luxurious one in my mansion.

I looked around — the walls were grimy, and there were only a few old bags of clothes.

I rubbed my eyes, thinking it was a dream, but it wasn’t.

I searched for my phone, but what I found instead froze my blood.

There was a mirror in front of me… and a figure staring back — copying my every move.

When I looked closer, I screamed.

It wasn’t a figure.

It was me…

But now, I was in the body of a woman. 💀

TO BE CONTINUED....