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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
A Deal With Mr. Baron Sixty-Four: Who Pulled The Trigger?
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
A Deal With Mr. Baron Sixty-Five: A Fatal Incident.
“Oscar!”Annie let out an ear splitting scream the moment she raised her head to find him lying across the ground. There was a pool of blood flowing beneath him when all of a sudden, he arose.His eyes were filled with more disbelief than hers as he crawled from beneath Aaron’s body. He’d fallen over, pinning Oscar to the ground while Francesca stood there with tears in her eyes, shaken up. “I’m okay” Oscar muttered and he panted heavy breathes of relief and Annie helped him up.“I didn’t do it” Francesca echoed beneath her voice and each time, it was a lot louder than the last. She threw the gun to the pavement and looked back and forth the two of them. “I swear i didn’t do it” She shook her head. She was bewildered and disoriented as Oscar dragged his brother’s body.“He’s breathing,” His two fingers reached to the corner of his neck but there wasn’t as much hope in his eyes when he looked back. “But his pulse is threading. Call 911” He reached into the car and tossed the phone over
A Deal With Mr. Baron Sixty-Six: Happily Ever After.
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
A Deal With Mr. Baron Sixty-Seven: To Move On.
A FEW DAYS LATER. The metal clanged loudly as the prison doors swung wide open and Sofia was standing there, opposite her father who had just spent about five days in jail because of his gambling and rooted ties with Ferdinand. And gladly, after some back and forth with the lawyers, he was finally out.As Sofia stood there, even with how hard she had fought to free him, it was difficult to show any emotion on her face. There was just so much had happened between them for so many years and as their eyes met in that moment, she knew it would take some time to forgive him.I mean the Mr Henderson incident happened because of him in the first place and it was only still fresh. Even Ferdinand himself knew it would take some time but he was obliged to hug her immediately he stepped out.“Thank you” He whispered to Sofia after mentally torturing himself that she was probably going to leave him in here as revenge. But Sofia wasn’t like that and she hadn’t left him. He might have been the wors
A Deal With Mr. Baron Sixty-Eight: Finally Married!
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
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