A Deal With Mr. Baron의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

TW: Suicide.One single knock was enough to draw Damien's attention towards the front door. There was just something about the rhythm and the sound of the approaching footsteps that didn't make him entirely surprised when he pulled it open to see Emma standing right in front of him.He wedged against the door's hinges, letting his eyes roam every inch of her and the moment his lips fell wide open, they could tell that they couldn't even bring to words the millions of things that roamed in the back of his head. Both of them just froze in the shrouded silence between them."Emma what are you doing here?" He was the first to break it and she lifted her soft gaze to meet his inquiring eyes. She was on the verge of tears—either that or she had already spent the entire morning crying. She looked different, with her hair and her worn out clothes and even the way she spoke that made him wonder and not in a good way, what she might have been up to this time.But then his eyes fell to her stom

By the time the sun had come up the next morning, Sofia was filled with so much dread for the start of the day—the fateful day she was about to get married to none other than Mr Henderson.Her thoughts had caused the first hours of the day to be a blur and the last thing she remembered where a few people barging through the doors and waking her up from her half-eyed slumber. She immediately got up to have her hands released from the chain and she looked around her in a horrid hasty motion, her eyes then falling on the white dress.Sofia was harshly stripped off her clothes in the audience of a dozen people and submerged underneath the running shower. She couldn’t breathe and the cold sent a chill up her spine. Her hands clasped around her bare chest as she shivered. In about a few minutes, she was roped up and handed a towel, a towel but not much privacy.The dress was hung in the corner of the room, a reminder of what was happening today. Of course it was Henderson that ordered the m

Sofia was led out of the car in handcuffs and the winds gushed into her face, swaying her brunette hair left and right and drying her tears to her cheeks. Henderson was at the foot of the altar, with his hands folded in front of him. His cold eyes met Sofia's as she staggered her way down the aisle. The chord from the playing guitar struck her rapid heart beats as she made her way towards him. She couldn't believe this was happening and there really was nothing she could do, not even as she finally reached where he stood and lifted her gaze to face Mr Henderson.There was no one to blame but her father because when it came down to it, standing here was really paying a debt that he owed. There was no way she could run, at least Freya had some time but Henderson had learnt his lesson once with her and so he groped Sofia roughly with a hand around her waist, desperate to not let her out of his very sight—to not repeat his same mistakes."We are gathered here to witness the blessed union

SIX MONTHS LATER.The chapel was bright lit and the orchestra sang more beautifully than the summer birds chirping in the skies. It was a Tuesday for everyone else but to Sofia, it was the day of her wedding. She was dressed in a flowing white gown, adorned with flowers by the hemming of the dress.And looking up to Oscar’s face, she had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming—that this was truly happening. It was, after so long and everything, every decision they had made had led them to this very moment and heaving a deep breath, Sofia realized it was worth it.“I made a drawing some years ago, the very first day I laid my eyes on you. You were sitting across from me in the noisy, rowdy chaotic classroom but you were the only thing that caught my eyes. You were not like anyone I had ever met before…”“You were kind,” Oscar paused. “You were smart, and patient because not a lot of us can handle half the teasing and bullying that you went through. It goes without saying I rea

“Oh my God, dad?!” Amelia walked into Benedict’s ward and Sofia arose from the edge of the bed with an arch between her brows, she had never a smile as wide as the one that crept to his lips. “Dad?” She somehow managed to mutter beneath her breath and Amelia made her way to Benedict’s side. With everything he had mentioned about his distanced daughter, Sofia was far fetched with how she imagined Amelia to be.With a slighter darker hair and a greasy chocolate skin, those weren’t even her prominent features. Amelia was pregnant, heavily pregnant like her water was minutes from breaking but she was still flexible in giving her dad a hug. “It’s really you!” You could hear the doubt evident in his cracked voice as if Benedict was between thinking this was a dream or a hallucination. Sofia, as she stood there was the one who had million questions. For one, where exactly had Amelia been because it had been years since she was estranged, so did Benedict say.And why was he so welcoming, so