All Chapters of Bared To Mr Edmund: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“What have you done!?” Edmund's voice was terrifyingly solemn. I stared at the ruined papers, unable to make sense of what I was seeing right in front of me. Before I left, everything was in order. I'd made sure every sheet was arranged carefully, and not one was out of place.“I... didn't...” My voice got caught in my throat. “I didn't do this...”Edmund slowly turned his head towards me, his jaw tightening.“What did you just say?”He was very upset, and I seemed still frightened and in shock. I swallowed hard, darting my eyes from him to the reporters only standing a few feet away. Every one of them were watching us. Even the man pointing the camera in our direction had stopped, and lowered it instead.“I promise I didn't do this, sir.” I said, with the lump forming gradually in my throat.For a moment, he simply looked down at my wrist, still held by his firm grip, then he looked back at me.“Then explain what the hell is this!? My research papers are ruined!” Edmund gritted, try

Kate didn't sleep at night. She cried herself to exhaustion, and when she tried closing her eyes, all her ears could ring out were Edmund's screams and accusations. His hardened expression and clenched jaw, the humiliation he'd made her go through, for something that she didn't do. Her pillow was wet with her tears. What did she ever do to deserve all of this suffering. She couldn't catch a break for even a couple of hours in one day. If it wasn't Charlotte, then it was Olivia. And now Edmund had also started to make her life more awful and difficult than it already was. Her eyes remained opened. For hours, she sobbed silently into her pillow. And then she recalled Harry. Had Harry not died, he would have returned to her. But why did Harry have to be careless and get himself into an accident. Kate couldn't stop thinking how much her life had changed in these years. Harry was her only hope to becoming someone, the only person who truly loved her and saw her worth. Tonight, more than

Amadeo blinked the moment he registered the meaning in Edmund's words.And for a moment, he didn't want to believe him. Still, he wanted to ask anyways.“Oh really?”Edmund nodded stiffly.“Who is she? What's her name?” Amadeo asked.Edmund swallowed, but tried to act natural.“Her name is... Kate.”“Kate... Hmm, that's a nice name. Where is she from? And from what bloodline?” Amadeo asked.“I didn't think you were the type to care about lineage?” Edmund looked at him, and Amadeo laughed.“Of course, lineage is very important. But it isn't the thing that defines a person. I was just asking, so tell me.” Amadeo said.“She's from Westport County.” Edmund replied.“Are you in love, Edmund?” Amadeo asked.Edmund took his time to reply to this one. “No.”Amadeo looked at him, but just smiled being content that he was looking into someone already.“Her qualities? Her personality? I'm sure you're aware about this if you have chosen to have her as your bride.”Edmund nodded, already done havi

FlashbackLittle Kate smiled when that man came up to her again. It was the second time he'd visited the mansion, and always stopped by her bedroom, in his own words to say hello. The first time he came, he'd brought some chocolates for her, and Kate loved chocolates.This time, the forty-five year old man came into her room without knocking, or rather sneaked into her room. Kate was painting a portrait of Harry. Her cheeks bloomed red just thinking about Harry. Back then she never knew what she felt was love or any kind of deep feelings. All she knew was that Harry was the best in the world, after her dear parents.Since she moved into the mansion, Harry had always been nice to her, and very attentive as well. He was the first to extend a hand of friendship, and since then Kate only saw Harry as her best friend.When twelve years old Kate saw the forty-five year old man walk into her room, and towards her with a smile, he did something he hadn't done the first time. He kissed her on

She was dressed in white. Her hair braided perfectly and a transparent white veil over her head and shielding her beautiful face. But despite how beautiful she looked on the outside. On the inside, it felt like she was standing on invisible burning coals. Her hands trembled as she held the little bouquet of roses. Someone came to hold her arm, but she didn't bother to look at who came to hold her and help her walk down the aisle. She only knew that person wasn't her father. She and her late father hadn't discussed about her wedding before as she was very little back then. Maybe they would have if they were still alive. But then she wouldn't be here. Forced to get married. The church was filled with the townspeople, but the bride didn't raise her head once to look at anybody. She quietly walked down the aisle, until she reached the end of it. She was pulled to stand at the altar, next to her groom. Vows were made, but she didn't recall ever saying I DO to the priest. And she was marr