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
“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
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 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
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
The sun poured in through the windows, heating the side of Sofia’s face just as she opened her eyes. The previous day’s memories hit her like a wave especially as her eyes fell on Oscar, knotting his tie in front of the mirror. Sofia had to look at the diamond ring across her finger to remind herself that none of this was a dream—that she truly married this man.“You’re awake” Oscar noted, immediately turning to walk towards the bed and while Sofia yawned, she tried to sit up. The whole bed scented as strongly as him and when he sat by the edge of the bed, there was a smile that immediately lit up her lips.“Good morning beautiful” Oscar ran his hands through her hair and she chuckled only lightly. You would think the shyness would stop after so long that they had shared together but each time Oscar happened to be even a few meters away from her, Sofia’s cheeks would burst into flames.As it did that moment, they were flustered.“Last night was amazing” Oscar said with a smirk and So
“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
Sofia tidied her arms around Benedict’s and as she sat upon her bed, a million thoughts flashed behind her seemingly void eyes. “She’ll be okay” Benedict had said for the nth time, not that it did much. Sofia would just dart her eyes for a second and then nod.It didn’t calm her racing heart nor the thoughts in her head. She felt so strongly about Amelia before but now, all she wanted to know was that both her and the baby were okay. Sofia knew one too many things about having one even through technically, she never did. But deep down, it was something she wanted, especially with Oscar.Oh Oscar, she thought to herself.How furious he would be when he finds out about what she had done. But then again how would she have the slightest idea that coincidence could be so ruthless, drawing together Amelia and Jeremy in an impossible way.Surely now, he wouldn’t want to sign as an investor to Oscar’s company. And the guilt of knowing she might have ruined everything weighed down upon Sofia’