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Sophie:The broken Mistress I wish i had stayed
Sophie tied up her red hair and looked at herself in the mirror. The resemblance between herself and the women in her aunt’s journal was uncanny—Veronica, her aunt’s sister, and her mother. The woman had been so beautiful, but so carefree? She did not care what happened to her or her sister. She just wanted to live in the now and be happy. Her mother had known Adrian first and then brought him home, despite the fact that her father would punish them if he found out. She turned slightly as she heard the knock on her door. Rhys may have finished by now, and it was time for them to go. She smiled as she thought of him knocking; he was silly sometimes. She heard the door creak open. “You look beautiful.” Her aunt said, and she turned around. “Ah, you must have thought I was Rhys.” Sophie smiled and looked back in the mirror. “You know,” her aunt began. She picked up the necklace from the table and wrapped it around Sophie’s neck. “You look exactly like her.” Your mother, she was
Sophie:The broken Mistress Could this be true?
Eliana found herself waiting for it sometimes, but when she waited for too long and none came, she began to stop caring. She was sorry to have to lie to Sophie like this, sorry for all the other lies she had to tell in the past, but she had convinced herself that she was doing what she needed to do. “I must go now, Sophie. I think Rhys is waiting outside for you, and I have to check on your uncle.” Sophie sat on her bed after her aunt left and cradled her notepad close to her chest. The tears she had been hiding ran down her face and stained the white dress she had put on. How could a woman so uncaring be her mother, and what wrong had she done in her past life to be punished with such a family? When the door opened again, it was Rhys who entered, and he was fully dressed. He sat by her side on the bed and took her hand. “You are crying.” He noted. “I saw your aunt leaving here. Did she say something to you? Sophie drew him closer and buried her face in his chest. She had be
Sophie:The broken Mistress The City
The noise of the city rushed to embrace them like a mother who had missed her children, and Sophie smiled as the noise filtered through her ears. Everything seemed to move faster here—the people, the cars, her emotions, her eyes—as she tried to follow the winding buildings as their cars sped by. They were to meet Jake in a restaurant, and Rhys had called beforehand to confirm the reservation. But she did not think of him. She thought of how much she missed this place, her small shop, her home, and everything here. The freedom she felt here, the simplicity of life she had begun to enjoy, the memories she had made—everything suddenly made her feel like this was where she belonged. Home. Everything was totally different from her aunt’s small village. This place was bigger. Not everyone knew everyone. No one had their noses in other people’s businesses, and it was a place where everyone was for himself. She realized why she had stayed there. It was the freedom that it allowed her—t
Sophie:The broken Mistress The Deal
“Here you go.” The waiter said this as he set the food on the table. “Please, enjoy it.” He left immediately, and Sophie dove into her food. She had not realized how hungry she was until the aroma of the food wafted through her nose. They all settled into their food, and soon the only noise she heard was that of cutlery as they scraped plates. Sophie imagined that Jake was a man who knew how to appreciate good food, just like Rhys and her. It was one of the reasons why she liked Rhys. A man who knew how to appreciate good food would also know how to appreciate a good woman. It was what she believed. “So,” Rhys began. He picked up a serviette from the table and wiped his mouth. “You wanted us to meet concerning our shops?” Jake pressed a serviette to his mouth and nodded. “Yes. I would have faxed this to you, but I thought it was better if we talked in person. As you know, I have purchased the other shops around you, and all that is left is your shop, which is in the middle.”
Sophie:The broken Mistress Fate and Faith
Veronica stepped out of the car onto the cobblestone pavement and gasped at the sight she saw. The mansion looked as if time had stopped here. It seemed to be frozen in time while the rest of the world moved. Everything was still the same, from the large field in front of the house, which spanned a large expanse of land, to the bricks that made up the walls of the mansion. She was sure that if she looked closely, she would see that even the light bulbs were still the same. Tears welled up on her eyes, and she quickly wiped them off. “You have quite a beautiful mansion right there, ma’am.” The driver who dropped her off said: "This is your home, right?” Veronica nodded and sniffed. “It is. My kid sister has been the one managing the place all this while; I did not even” “Ahh... You’ve not been around since. Well, I must tell you, this mansion is one of the few historical structures still standing. The rest have either been turned down to be redeveloped into something more moder
Sophie:The broken Mistress Veronica
“You could have called,” Eliana commented. “I’m sure that as you traveled the world, you learned of something called technology. We have landlines now.” Veronica scoffed. “It is more fun writing letters. This phone has made you all forget who we are at heart. Well, my letter did deliver the message, did it not?” “Tea or coffee?” Eliana asked, setting herself behind the kitchen counter. Veronica balanced herself on the kitchen stool and smiled. It was one of the few pieces of furniture in the room that looked to be from a newer time. Everything was exactly the way she left it; even the kitchen still had hints of their mother’s scent in it. Curry, cinnamon, and soured grapes. It tickled her nose. “Tea. You know me, sister. That is an aspect of me that would remain constant.” She replied. “The house still looks as it did when we were kids. I notice slight changes and upgrades, but you have really tried to maintain Pa’s style.” Eliana’s shaking hands had been reaching for the leav
Sophie:The broken Mistress Bury the past
Their lawyer thought it was a terrific plan. It's too good to be true. He spent about an hour purring through the contract and then another hour going over it all over again, then he said, “Let me get back to you on this.” And Rhys knew they were up to something. No one made deals like that in this city—no sane businessman at least—and Rhys was still deciding if Jake was sane or not. Well, at least, he and Sophie had been having a good time these past few days while waiting for their lawyer. Sophie seemed to have forgotten all about her uncle and her aunt, or she just probably locked that part of her life away somewhere to be unlocked only when they got back. It suited Rhys just as much; he was trying to forget too, and all their outings were doing that. He was happy, Sophie was happy, and that was that. If they knew what waited for them at home—for Sophie in particular—then they would have been a tad bit more anxious to return. But they had no idea, and maybe it was for the best
Sophie:The broken Mistress Reminiscing the past
Speaking of,” he said, suddenly remembering something. “Your aunt called yesterday.” Sophie’s eyes widened. “She called? Not sent letters?” she held her chin in mock thoughtfulness. “I wonder why,” she signed. “Shocking.” “Beats me,” Rhys shrugged. “Like twice. Maybe she just wanted to check up on you.” “Sophie grunted. “My aunt cannot be that nice. Did she leave a voicemail?” Rhys shook his head, recalling that he had had the same thought, and checked the voicemail machine, but the only message on there was from Jake reminding them of the meeting they had with him that evening. “I’m not sure whether she even knows how that stuff works.” He responded a while later. Sophie had gone to brush her long hair and Rhys thought she looked like Rapunzel from the cartoon, only Rapunzel’s hair had been longer. Sophie looked at him from over her shoulder. “In her defense,” she signed with one hand while holding the comb in the other. “Writing letters is more practical.” “You say that.” He
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