After all these years, I am finally going to meet them. The people I hate from the depth of my heart. People, whom I consider the worst scum in the world. Even upon hearing their names, the disgust took over me as my whole being was filled with detest for them. I don't think I have hated anyone to that extent. Meeting him just spoils my mood but I have to. Filled with countless meaningless questions, I couldn't help but to let the sensation of resentment rush in my veins, they sold me for money. I can expect this from Juliette but that Bastard has officially become an insensible asshole for me. But, deep down, somewhere in my heart... it hurts. I am happy to have a family consisting of Christian, Mother and Eugene but in a dark corner of my heart- no matter how much I try to ignore it; it hurts. It is painful to know about things you should have known.

We reached their place. Oh, what a nice home. Note the sarcasm. I formed a stoic face as a servant welcomed us to a lounge. A fake smile came to my lips as my mind was cursing loudly the person in front of me, Roger and his wife. Their smiles faded when they looked at me and the venom running in my core almost caused the vein to pop out because of them. I gave them a mocking smile and tried my best to contain my fuming anger but to no avail as I derisively spoke,

"Well, Hello Bastard, it's been a while. The last time I saw you, you were in jail for hitting me and look, now your daughter is in jail. Like father, like daughter." He scowled when he heard it, "What do you want?"

"Hey, We met after such a long time and that's how you talk to me? Looks like you forgot what I did last time." The scorn in my voice enraged them as I felt good to see them like this. I can feel their anger which was giving me eerie satisfaction. Wallow in misery, you low people.

"By the way, I am here to say that I am grateful to that bitch who gave birth to me." They seemed surprised. Of course, they didn't expect me to know about this after all these years but then I continued, "If I wasn't born. I would never have the best mother in the world. Amelia Skye. The best brother in the world; Eugene Skye and the best husband ever; Christian Elvis. I am so happy that you guys disowned me. Oh, my bad, Sold me." Mockery lingered from my every word but I truly meant it."I am happy that I am not your daughter, I never want to be a daughter of someone heartless as Juliette who can sell her own kid for money." I taunted, glaring at her. She didn't say anything and looked away.

I then closed my arms at my chest and rolled my eyes from them. "But you know what?" I turned my attention to the Bastard as all my amusement and jeer was replaced by my detest and the fiery fire of wrath.

"I rather die than to become the daughter of a bastard like you!" I yelled at him.

"I am also blessed that I don't have to bear an ungrateful child like you." He hissed.

"Ungrateful? What have you ever done for me? Fuck off dude, you are nothing but scum. You have never fulfilled your single duty as my Father so don't call me ungrateful." I ridiculed him. When he cannot love me, how can I love him? He gritted his teeth as he took a step closer and Christian came in between to stop him from coming closer.

"I am not alone. I have my husband with me. Watch your actions." I warned him. " I said sternly.

"You know it, Sophie. You are the reason all this happens. If you weren't born then none of this would have happened. Everyone would be happy." This time the bitch spoke up.

"Oh, then the bitch who gave birth to me would have thought about it. She should have killed me rather than dying over money, isn't it?" I sneered and my heart began to think of them as a contempt. My heart broke when I said it, it was hard to say such things. She looked away again in shame when I told her the reality.

"Get out of my house." Roared the Bastard.

"I don't even want to stay in this house of sins. Who knows their evildoing might be contagious." I scoffed as I turned to leave.

"And your Christian, who has done things more depraved than us?" Another taunt about Christian. I can hear anything about me but whenever someone talks about him, it boils my blood. I don't why but I won't tolerate anything about him. I turned and glared at Roger. I walked towards him and pushed Christian aside a little. Did he look at me slightly.. scared? Of what? Anyways, I gave a death glare to Roger and hissed,

"Don't you dare to even call his name. You are not even worth it."

"I am only speaking the truth." His firm voice is causing me to lose my senses. His very existence is evoking my anger and talking bad about Christian is a source for me to let out all those agonizing emotions and I took advantage of it. I really want to hit that Bastard for being a useless being.

"He is a murderer. The most morally wicked guy you can ever-" Before he finished his sentence I punched him hard in the jaws. If something I get from him is definitely physical strength. I punched him again. I held his collar with one hand and punched him hard again and again. His wife tried to interfere but I pushed her away. I am thankful that Christian didn't stop me, he knows that this guy deserved it and if he knows it too that if he interferes, I will hit him too because I am beyond angry and I want to let this out.

After being satisfied that I took out my anger, I pushed him away. I am amazed that he didn't fight back rather he refrained himself.

Blood flowed from the corner of his lips as they are slightly swollen now.

"Don't you dare to talk about him ever again!" I threatened him and walked away.

I sat in the car and looked at my slightly bloodied knuckles. I grit my teeth and cursed under my breath. Christian came as he smirked but I am not in the mood of games.

"Good job." He praised me as I glared at him and snarled, "Shut up."

He put his index finger over his lips and nodded as we went home without exchanging any other words...

***

I stood under the shower as the water drench my petite form. I looked at my knuckles that slightly hurt. I wish these feelings would wash away with the water but I know they are craved in my soul and I can't remove them as they are causing a commotion in my mind. The state of agony that is killing me slowly. My heart broke to pieces. How can they hide such important things for me? Isn't my existence significant enough to be aware of what I should? Why me of all people? I ran my hands in my hair as I closed my eyes.

What am I? How can they hide all these things from me? Do I have a life of my own? Christian already told me that I was sold so why after knowing everything, it hurts a lot. My mother is not my mother, my husband is the person I used to dream about. We can be so much more than that. He turned our relationship into a source of sexual pleasure. He turned our eternal source of gratification into a dusty tomb. The feeling of heartbreak is so overwhelming. And even after knowing that, I still want to be with Christian. I was supposed to be angry that he should have come to me and fulfilled his promise to make me his bride. I know Aunt must have told him all her life but still, he decided to push me away.

Abyssal thoughts came to my mind as I felt utterly broken as I don't have any emotion left in me and after putting a strong affectation for so long... I broke.

My lips began to quiver as my body lost its strength. I couldn't hold this anguish any longer. I put a hand over my mouth as a tear rolled down followed by a stream of it. Uncontrollable tears glistened without any halt because there is none from my despair. Mixed with cold water, my tears soaked my face and crumbled me. I wanted to go into a desolate place just to cry my heart out. The ravage in my heart is so severe that it's taking my life out from me. The state of distress is immense. Like I am drowning in the sea of fierce fire and no one can hold my hand to save me.

I fell on the ground as I removed the hand from my mouth and began to let out these sobs of misery because they needed to be let out. I couldn't hold them in for long. I let out the loudest cries of my life- the cry of pain. I continued to cry as my eyes sting, my throat hurts from the scream but I couldn't stop. The sound, who knows, echoed to how much extent but I didn't care. I feel like my soul is being ripped apart from me. It's comparable to that ultimate feeling of despair of rape. Once again, my heart is filled with depression. I continued to shed tears of despondency. I have felt every pain, every sadness. Why me?...

I grieve for myself. I hope the melancholic feeling might not make me suicidal.

I continued to scream, to let out the suffering inside me. But then the door opened only to reveal Christian looking concerned, like always. I gave him a pleading look and whispered,

"Please.. leave me alone.." His lips were quivering as his whole being was emitting the feeling of compassion for me. I lowered my head as I sensed him coming closer.

"Please..." I spoke in a barely audible tone. He turned off the shower as he took a towel and wrapped it around me. He stroke my cheeks and said softly,

"I can never leave you in this state of devastation. I vowed to stay by your side. How can I leave you in your sadness?" His words pricked my heart as I broke into sobs again. I hugged him and began to cry again.

"What am I? I feel so lost. I don't know what I should do." I wailed. He rubbed my back as he whispered sweet nothings to me to calm me. After crying my heart out for I don't know how long, I sniffed and slowly pulled away. He wiped my tears and pulled me in his embrace again. He kissed my head and said sincerely as a profound feeling of love emerge from him,

"You are my wife, Sophie Elvis. You are my reason for living. You are my path, my light, my heart, my salvation, my life. You are not lost. You are just thinking like this. You have dreams, Sophie, you have people who love you dearly. How can you feel lost? Look, everyone has to face problems. You have to prevail in this. I am with you and always will. I will support you. Fulfil your dreams, live your life the way you want. I will never stop you. Pursue your dream of becoming an English Professor. I will support you." His words are so earnest that it made me cry again, I tried my best not to cry but I couldn't help it. I slowly pulled away, he cupped my cheeks and looked at me lovingly. I smiled faintly and lowered my gaze.

"I am here for you. Even if the world would against you, I'll never leave your side. I'll be here every moment. I'll never leave you. You are my everything. The life in which you are not, I don't want that life. I love you and won't stop loving you even after death." His solemn words gave my heart solace as I suddenly felt serene. I closed my eyes and put my head on his shoulder.

"I am so blessed to have you in my life," I whispered.

"So do I.." He whispered back.

He pulled away as he helped me to stand. My face flushed when I realized that I am naked but I am not in the mood to be shy. I am truly heartbroken right now. I turned my head away and Christian walked out without saying another word. I wore my dress as I walked out and saw him sitting on the bed. He spared a glance at me and smiled. I passed him a faint smile as well. He stood up and walked towards me, he held my wrist and made me sit on the bed. I looked at him perplexed. He took a hold of my hand, that bruised knuckle of mine and stroked it.

"It's fine," I said.

"No, it's not." He said applying a gel on it to relieve pain.

I looked at him as a smile crept upon my lips. "How lucky I am to have you. I am glad that I am yours. That fate bound you to me after all the hardships." I said in a croaked voice as a tear threatened to fall but I held it back along with a sad smile. He looked up at me and smiled as he replied with a 'me too'

He then sat beside me as he held my hands and asked hesitantly,

"Sophie.. are you... angry.. at me?" I looked at him and lowered my head. I chose not to reply to him. I am angry at him for not making me his priority and using me as a second option but I don't have enough strength left in me to argue anymore. I need him to be at my side. I put my head on his shoulder and held his hands, "I need you." I said in a barely audible tone.

"I know you are angry." I hummed and closed my eyes. "Sophie, Please. I know I am at fault and I cannot change what has happened. I know I have strayed from my path but I promise that I will stay by your side forever. My heart is yours, I just want to spend the rest of my life in your arms, being yours. That's all I want now." He said sincerely. I remained like this but then I slowly brought his hand close to my lips and kissed the back of his palm. "I love you." That's all I said and wrapped my arms around him, snuggling close to him as close as I can as we remained silent for a while as he affectionately caressed.

"Come, let's sleep. It's such a tiring day." Christian whispered sweetly, removing the hairs falling on my face.

"And probably the longest day of my life," I said faintly. He hugged me and kissed my head.

We laid down as he engulfed me in his arms. I smiled as his fragrance filled my nostrils, giving me deep satisfaction. I feel so happy to be in his arms. I feel so protected. His presence gave me the most tranquility. I am blessed to have him by my side. All the ordeals faded away when he stood by my side. Like all the despairs bend their knees against his love. I am so happy.. so loved... I want to put aside all my anger, all my devastation behind and start a new life with him...

...All the fortunes of this world can never be compared to the benediction of having you in my life...