“Absolutely not!”Oscar dared to hold Mr Winters back and Ferdinand was faced with a glare as cold as his. He didn’t let go until he left Sofia and a chuckle left his lips—a jeering one.“Who are you?” Ferdinand asked.“That doesn’t matter but that is my wife and this is a caution not to treat her anyhow” Oscar gritted through his terth and a wave of shock went through the whole room, impaling both Damien and Emma’s face who had come across yesterday.“Wife?” Emma faced Theresa, who in that moment didn’t think of anything better to do than to embrace her daughter. The tears streamed down her face as she cried into Sofia’s arms. “Oh my daughter!” She exclaimed to the sights of both Oscar and Ferdinand.“You see what you’ve done!” Her father lashed out at her.“Your mother has been a wreck for the past few week. How selfish could you have been to not return one single phone call—to leave us worrying about where you were and even if you were still alive!” Ferdinand said and it was then S
Weeks had passed since where we last left Oscar and Sofia, redeeming the terms of their contract marriage after what seemed to be a mistaken and drunken one night stand on her twenty third birthday. Not much had happened since then besides working her ass off at Coffees 'n Cream and barely ever seeing him amidst busy schedules at the office.These past few weeks, it was safe to say that Sofia had fully settled in the Salem residence and the Baron household. If there was one person she had said the most words to, then perhaps it was Cynthia. She wished to meet Ronald from the things she'd heard but it was more unlikely and honestly, she wished more to meet Annie again.She seemed to be the one person she had really clicked with——for someone that wasn't big on friendship and alliances, Sofia felt Oscar's cousin was the only one who truly understood after their conversation that night. She thought at some point that it was Theodore but because of the events that came to light, Sofia dec
The paintings that hung across the lustrous walls were bright and vibrant—enough to catch a passerby's attention. There were many of them, cramped up in the corner of the famous Boston museum. The scintillating scent of art and design and the freshness it brought filled the air and it was then Damien heaved in a deep breath of it.He opened his eyes to see his favorite work on exhibition right in front of him but alas, he looked to it felt nothing. He felt nothing because he thought about what he'd done to get this that it seemed almost meaningless. The fact that having this one day was a lifelong dream of both Sofia and himself and now, she was not by his side when it finally happened. She was not there as he sauntered to the many designers present that night. She was not there at all, and although Damien knew quite alright how much of his fault this all was, it was still somewhat difficult to admit it."Hey" Someone tugged the back of his arms, catching him in his breath and he tur
Never had Sofia Winters come in contact with as many buildings with so many albeit similar intricate designs. The air of Sicily, Italy was as gentle as a warm hug, serenading the curtains of the window she looked through.The sheer fabric danced across her face and she realized if she heaved in so much of a deeper breath, the dust would hover into the entrance of her nose. The back of her throat itched but her eyes were full. The Barons were staying in a tall villa, from where she could see the rest of Italy—the beautiful structures, the narrowest streets and even the ocean.She wondered why Paris was the city of love in a world where was Sicily. “Hey” A sharp voice instantly drifted her out her thoughts and out of surprise, Sofia was faced with Francesca. She’d already changed into a leopard skin bikini but she retained her heart. Across her face was an inviting smile which forced a crinkle between Sofia’s brows.“Come on” Her hands stretched out.“We said we were going to explore?”
“This way” An arm struck out to her as they headed towards the exit of the beach. “The Cefalù isn’t a far off from here” The guide echoed in a very distinctive Italian accent. Sofia had excitement bulge her eyes and it was truly a mesmerizing experience yet to come.The cefalù was very picturesque place, surrounded by a deep blue sea and even more colorful boats which led them to the other end of town. Theodore was thrilled to fish and Sofia was just captivated by the endless sights and attractions she was able to catch on her new phone. Sat by the ledge of the boat, she was able to take a few pictures of herself and then Theodore.They headed down the sandy shores and medieval alleys after an hour and a half to a place known as the Pearl of Sicily. A tricycle away was the magnificent town of Taormina whose legends were as enticing as they were absolutely terrifying. From a distance they could see Isola Bella and the Greek Theatre. Several medieval churches and even mount Etna.The c
The walk up the stairs was excruciatingly awkward but perhaps it was because of the tensive silence between Theodore and Sofia. Upon reaching the very doors she was to pass through, she halted and allowed her head to lean into the wooden frame."Sofia" Theodore's shoulders gnashed against the callous walls and a sharp breath escaped her lips. "Don't." She muttered before throwing her head upon her shoulders to look back at him. But only for a second did her mustered courage last."I'm sorry" She whispered."I never should have—it was a complicated scenario and we never should have" She stuttered, only for him to inch closer to her. Sofia avoided him like a plague, running her hands through her hair. Her lipstick was rubbed off and her hair seemed like it had electricity run through it. It was because of how harshly he'd groped unto it in the dark alleyway. She was taunted with the repulsive flashbacks as his hands met hers."Theodore" Sofia called."It was in the intensity of the mome
The moment the icy liquid squirted unto her stomach, a chill crawled up Emma's spine and she immediately slipped her hands into Damien's. His attention was grasped as he looked down to her and then to the monitor right beside them."Are you ready?" The doctor asked in a shrill whisper as she reached for the ultrasound device. "From this angle, you would be able to tell how big the fetus already is. May i know how many weeks?" She asked and Emma rattled her brain for a figure."Seven?" Her tone wasn't sure until Damien nodded. "Seven. Almost eight" He confirmed only to be met by an affirmative nod from the doctor. "Well that's on the cusp of time when we'll be able to tell the sec of the baby" She replied and Emma flashed a grin."Are you both interested in knowing it?" She asked before placing the device to her stomach and Emma and Damien each gave themselves a nervous look before a chorused nod of agreement.The doctor cleared her throat, moving the monitor closer before examining th
The feel of the cold methylated liquid against the side of her face forced her eyes to part slowly and painfully. Emma narrowed her blurry gaze unto nothing in particular in front of her until Damien came in full focus with his hands framing her jaw."It's okay" He whispered and jerking from the chair, Emma looked around. "There was—" Her words were slurpy as she let out a shaky breath. "There was a man here, where is he?" She asked upon the realization that she had blacked out next to the counter and next to a man that had a gun in his hands. She turned to look to Damien who had a head wound of his own tendered to but he just fastened his gaze tighter around her."He's gone" His voice was reassuring and convincing but not enough to make her relax back into the chair just yet. She still stole callous glances around her and there was a sharp silence to breed between the both of them—one that was broken by her very own sigh of relief."What did he want, Damien?" She asked him and he ro