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Fifty-Five: The End Of The Tunnel.
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A Deal With Mr. Baron Fifty-Six: No Coming Back From This.
One Week Later.The row of chairs were silent and the winds rustled the leaves of the flowers along the aisle. There were a few people, most of whom were the closest family to the Baron and then a handful of reporters. Everywhere was silent and the atmosphere was as thick with tension and grief.There was a coffin meters away from the front chairs where Cynthia alongside Oscar was sat. He was in a glistening black tuxedo which matched his mother’s dress. He was doing a better job at holding back his tears than she was. Cynthia was a wreck, having her head buried into her handful of tissue paper. The silence was deafening through her ears and she especially would have breathed a sigh of relief as the emcee finally mounted the stage.He grappled the microphone and cleared his throat.“I would like to welcome you to this celebration of the life of Mr Ronald Baron” This was the moment—this was the moment Oscar dreaded his whole life but somehow, here he was. He was in it.No amount of hop
A Deal With Mr. Baron Fifty-Seven: Never A Good Sign.
“Theodore.”“Would you like to say something?” Cynthia, who was barely holding unto the microphone stood ahead on the stage and looked to the youngest Baron. At the call of his name, Theo lifted his gaze before subsequently looking around him. He was nervous and one could tell from the way he pointed at himself before falling out of the chair. It wasn’t rocket science to figure out he was a bit drunk—the bottle was even slightly peeking out of his pockets.He staggered his way to the podium but before he said anything, thankfully he was sober enough to realize he owed Cynthia an apology. Because she might not have been his birth mother, but there was no reason to disrespect her the way he did.“I’m sorry for the other time” He whispered and she let it go with a nod. She had bigger worries than something her already been forgiven for. Cynthia was his stepmother but she was the opposite of stereotypical given how she raised Theo like he was her child—like the rest of them.Things weren
A Deal With Mr. Baron Fifty-Eight: Kidnapped.
“Shit.” That was never a good sign.“Shit!”“Shit!” Though Oscar knew the last thing he was probably supposed to be doing was driving himself across the highway, he still hopped into his Mercedes as the only way he could get out of there.The day had already began bad given it was his father’s funeral but there was no way he had an idea that it would turn out way worse.His fingers clenched around the leather steering wheel and he tried so hard to quiet the ravaging thoughts in his head. He was breathing heavily and on the edge of his seat. His eyes were blurred and his feet was still pressing into the gas out of anger.He sped at past a hundred and twenty kilometers per hour and even the building ls beside him had turned into a hazy blur. The sound of his revving engines were the only way to silence his thoughts and for a moment, Oscar didn’t care if he were to die then and there. The pictures of Sofia and all their moments flashed behind his eyes and he could feel himself grow angri
A Deal With Mr. Baron Fifty-Nine: The Perfect Plan.
THREE WEEKS EARLIER.“We have put a call through to your sister, Mr Baron” The nurse fled back to the ward with the phone still in her hands and her gaze fell on a persistent Dimitri who still insisted to leave that very day. “She said she will come and get you. I’m not sure you’re perfectly fine—““But i can walk!” He yelled at the top of her voice and the nurses backed away in fear. “I can walk and there’s legs would get me home” Dimitri spat as he could do as little as speak a few days ago. He grabbed his bags and launched it across his shoulders.“Keeping me here is wrongful detention. Not when i’ve been discharged”“You forced us to discharge you” The nurse that spoke up was the bravest of them all and Dimitri inched closer to her with a threatening look in her eyes. “Get out of my way” He snarled and before she could even move, he bumped into her shoulders. As he sauntered down the halls, they exchanged a look of relief between themselves.The monster was finally awake.“Fucking
A Deal With Mr. Baron Sixty: Hostage.
The second Sofia hit the floor, her eyes snapped open.They were enveloped by the darkness around her and a shooting pain ravaged the most of her body. “Where am i?” She whispered, trying to stand up only to realize her wrists and ankles were bound by ropes. She had no idea how she got here but the last thing she remembered was having her vision cut out by someone behind her.The way her heart dropped when she fell to the forest grounds.The sedative numbed her joints but there was a spearing migraine that pulsated through her temples. She could hear her heart stomp in her chest as she maneuvered her way towards the wall. Her mouth was dry and begged for water but she was the only one down there.Or so she thought.Because just then, a candle lit up in the corner of the room and the sudden light caused Sofia to be startled. “Oh my God” She mumbled before raising her eyes to meet the stone cold ones of Mr Henderson. Never in her life would she be able to guess that all of this was his
A Deal With Mr. Baron Sixty-One: Sofia Is Gone.
“Ah”“Take it easy” Cynthia whispered beneath her breath as she wiped the bleeding surface across Theodore’s broken nose. He held up an ice to his forehead and one could tell by his groans how much immense pain that he was in. Cynthia soaked a flannel and cleaned up his wounds while he sat with his back against the wall.“I fucked it up. Didn’t i?” He suddenly broke the silence after some time and Cynthia heaved a deep breath. She didn’t speak the first time, not until he continued. “Today was yet another opportunity for me to ruin everything as i didn’t hold back” He scoffed.“You can hate me, Cynthia. You don’t have to do this—it’s okay for you to hate me. God i even hate me too” His eyes became shimmering in a second and she dipped the flannel into the water before pausing for a bit.“I don’t hate you, Theo” She said.“Well everyone does. You might as well just join. I’ve been nothing more than rude to you so it’s explainable really” He rolled his eyes to the back and she smothered
A Deal With Mr. Baron Sixty-Two: Nothing Left To Live For.
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
A Deal With Mr. Baron Sixty-Three: The Invitation.
As soon as Damien reached the door of his car, he immediately stopped in his tracks, not just because of the slight yell he’d heard come from the windows but because he realized he still had no idea where Sofia was—the only person that did was somehow the same person he happened to hate so much in that moment.He grasped his keys in a firm lock and then turned around, aiming for the door he’d passed through barely seconds ago. The murmurs between his teeth was enough evidence of how displeased he was to face Emma again but it so happened that when he entered the house, his eyes suddenly fell to her lying across the ground.She was bleeding unto the floor and there was a knife sticking out of her chest. Her eyes were open and her lips still struggled to speak, very faintly. It took Damien more than a few seconds to realize what had happened and by that time, the horror was crystal clear in his blue eyes.“Oh my God” He exclaimed.This was just someone he’d seen.“Damien” Emma called, b
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