Proposed By the villian

Sophia's POV

"This is not allowed!" I screamed and tried to find a way to escape as the situation dawned on me.

"It's allowed in the case of a criminal" one of them fired back in anger.

How come they got to know just hours later or is this related to the money my sister stole over five years ago? I thought.

"Miss Sophie Davis, you are under arrest for committing arson on the B&G oil and gas station. A crime that could have resulted in losing people's lives" The team leader pushed his Identification card forward.

"I didn't do it!" I trembled terribly, but he shoved my restaurant worker's ID to my face.

"This was found lying under an unburnt spot. A smooth definition of karma," he replies and I get dumbfounded.

I didn't take that with me when I was going. How come? Did it get stuck to my body? Why does he think he deserves to mention karma in this situation?!

I lost control of my tongue and I bet I was looking mentally retarded as I yelled "Yeah, I did it so what? Do you know how long I waited for karma and it didn't work on the bastard? Like seriously, karma? You all are blinded by those wicked rich people. He deserved it!!!"

"Do not say any more words or else, it will be used against you in the court. You are free to hire a lawyer or better still admit to your mistake when you are being interrogated." The police advised while two among them grabbed me tightly as I struggled to get my hands away from the handcuff.

Like a joke, a week passed and I was still in the temporary prison. Tina came to visit me as rumors spread in the neighborhood about me being arrested. She was restless as she kept saying 'sorry'. I had no idea why she couldn't look me in the eye when I asked about Jason even though she reassured me that he was fine. I had promised her to pay back his food money which she declined, but Jake didn't show up probably because he doesn't know where I reside for anyone to tell him about my whereabouts.

I cried in silence day and night and refused to go through the stress of hiring a lawyer. I was in a devastating situation but surprisingly, I didn't regret what I did. Tears refused to fall as I only wince and whimper anytime I recall my promise to Jason. Instead of using my whole money on hiring a lawyer or dragging Jake to assist me once again when I knew so well I would lose the fight in court, I accepted my fate and continued to weep internally. What have I done? What will happen to my Jason? What about my father? Maybe I should have been careful when carrying out the dangerous task.

I was still reflecting on my rash actions when two female correctional officers hurried to open the gate. I rushed to take my bath and got dressed neatly. All this while, I was just staring at them blankly because I was at the point in my life where I cared about nothing but being buried deep in the ground.

I was accompanied into a car and was driven to my former workplace. It took me a while to recognize the whole place as it was flooded with stone-faced securities of different uniforms.

I was escorted into the space to meet a man seated in an elegant position while fidgeting with his hands. My eyes squinted at the figure and I felt a chill run down her spine the moment I looked up into the cold, calculating eyes of the man before me. His face was familiar, but I couldn't see where I had seen him before.

Then, it hit me like a bolt of lightning. This was the man who had caused so much pain and suffering in my life. The man who had ruined my reputation destroyed her career and left my family in shambles.

Theodore Andrew was sitting before me!

As the realization dawned on me, the world around me seemed to slow down, and everything went silent as we stared at each other. My eyes were dripping in extreme rage and disgust in a fit of fury. I lunged at him, my fists balled up and ready to strike. His guards grabbed me, but the dunce signaled them to let me be as I rushed to him.

I desperately wanted to make him pay for everything he had done to me. But before I could even lay a hand on him, he had caught my wrists in an iron grip. His devilish dark blue eyes glinted with a mixture of amusement and contempt. "Do you think you could get rid of me?" he sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're nothing but a pathetic little dove, and you will never be able to match my strength with your weak hands flapping like a wing" His words cut through me like a knife.

The bastard pushed me roughly to the chair opposite him and stared at me in amusement "You know…this shit is making me feel funny. You literally burnt down a station that was worth several millions of dollars because I purchased your restaurant? You left the easiest evidence which describes how foolish you are" he stared at everywhere in disgust. "Not a restaurant owned by someone related to you but built but the one you worked like a slave in?" he chuckled devilishly.

"I would have left the situation to be taken care of, but I got more amused when I found out you are a runaway adopted fellow with a premature son" he laughed out wickedly. "What gave you the audacity?!" he thundered, and I trembled and peed on my body, but still managed to gaze at his vicious eyes.

Thank God for my fake identification. The bastard had done an investigation on my biography.

"Recently, I found out your garbage offspring is residing with a friend of yours. I do not think she will want to bear the consequences for you which led her to release your son to me. He is in my captive" he revealed and I winced and screamed with my body trembling out of control. My body and lips were shaking as spit drawled from my mouth.

"I have decided to bestow upon you a sentence of twenty years, and your son will be under me until he can pay for the damages you caused. To cut the discussion short, the only way out of your misery is for you to marry me. I do not think it's bad to try a mother of a male. I need a son, and I bet you are fertile enough to give me that" he spoke, his words were like ice, cold and unfeeling. His tone was sharp and cutting, and his expression was devoid of any emotion. There was no hint of remorse or compassion in his eyes, only a cold calculation and a thirst for power. His words were like knives, each one piercing through the air and landing with a cruel precision. It was as if he was deliberately trying to inflict as much pain as possible with every syllable. And with each word that fell from his lips, the room grew colder and darker, until it felt like all the warmth had been sucked out of the air.

I jumped on him and scratched his face with my sharp finger. It bled because of how deep it got into his skin. "I would rather commit suicide than marry a Devil like you!!! Jason can't survive without me. He is just an innocent little kid. How do you expect him to work for you?! You can't do this to me, you filthy and nasty being?!" I screamed in agony as tears rolled out of my eyes as the pain continued to eat me raw.

His guards rushed to make me sit and he only wiped the blood off his chin. "You are really brave, my Dove" he smiled warmly, but his gaze betrayed a different emotion as a devilish smirk formed at the corner of his lip. There was something dark and sinister in his gaze that made a cold shiver run down my spine.

How did I end up in this hell of a situation?!