Spencer looked at the plate in front of her. Her mother had put all her love and hard work into that meal, she could tell. They never ate such extravagant food. She had given her the most tender piece of meat, which she probably cooked to comfort her, but she couldn't eat it. Not even one bite. Her stomach turned in all directions. She felt nauseous.Her father just dropped a bomb on her . She was told that she was to marry someone she had never met before. Someone she didn't love. Someone that was a pariah to society. The 'one-handed monster' that's what the people in town called that someone.A man that was known as Kristof Sutherfield.Besides that, being famed for being a freak, he was also well-known for being the wealthiest man in the country.Kristof wasn't liked by the people of class, for he had no class like they did. He held no title, like a mayor or a vice president . He gained his fortune by earning it with his own hands, or better yet, single-handedly.The man only had o
Kristof stepped outside after he'd finished his talk with the mayor, or actually, it was more the mayor’s financial adviser who'd done most of the talking.It appeared that the mayor wanted to visit his mine.Kristof couldn't refuse, one could never refuse his mayor, so they made an appointment straight away.He thought he could also bring Spencer, to show her his life's work.Kristof owed his wealth to his business. It was a diamond mine, the only one in the country.While traveling all over the world when he was younger, he somehow learned everything there was to know about the mines and though he himself was not the best miner—because he was short on one hand—he did know everything there was about mining and geology.With a small fortune that was left to him from his inheritance, he hired the best geologists, miners, and other workers needed for the mine to run.Once that was settled, they started digging and his mine was born. Soon after, the first diamonds were found. Thankfully
Her heart was hammering inside her chest, her breathing was fast, her hands were sweaty. Spencer walked towards the man that stood in front of the aisle. The man was dressed in a navy blue shiny wedding suit with a purple belt. It was the first time she saw him.The man stood in the last rays of sunlight of the day, almost a golden glow around him as the sun was about to set and the sky was painted in all kinds of colors, orange, pinks, and purples.The man that Spencer had been avoiding until now, smiled at her, but Spencer didn't see the honest, happy, and warm smile. She could only see the imperfection: the large scar on the man's face that looked monstrous to her.She swallowed a big lump in her throat, and while walking past the guests that all sat on their flower-decorated chairs, she had to grab one of those chairs for a moment as she felt unstable and her knees weak.God, she couldn't go through with this, could she?She then looked at Kristof's hands which were covered in sat
~ Five years ago ~It was a hot day. The sun was shining bright and there wasn't a breath of wind. Kristof searched for a place in the shade. Right now he wondered why he decided to visit the town's market on a day like this, with these high temperatures.He enjoyed visiting the market. It was something he used to do as a little boy with his parents.He had wrapped up a thin cloth around half of his face. People could think it was for protection, because of the scorching sun, so this was a pretty handy disguise to cover up his scar.A large tree provided a good place to have some rest. He sat down and rested his back against the lumpy tree trunk. He was sitting in the dry dirt, but he didn't mind. Happily, he looked at the people and the busy market life. Some people were bargaining, car’s drove around, farmers and merchants sold their goods. He could smell the different scents of leather, spices, horse poo, and whatnot. Children played, old people talked together, and young people la
~~~~ Sixteen years ago ~~~~"Here, take this."Kristof gave the old lady a little water. He had considered this woman his mother for the past nine years. He pressed the cup against her mouth and slowly raised it. A little stream of water flowed through her lips.Her dried lips had bloodstains on them. She had been coughing up blood for days now. The end was near. Isoldi would soon die. She knew it and Kristof knew it as well. She had found little Kristof after his accident. She saved him, nurtured him, and gave him a home."Thank you, my dear boy," she softly spoke. Her voice was old and croaky."Go to sleep now, I'll stay with you." Kristof put a blanket over her."I honestly hope I won't wake up this time, Kristof.My time on earth is through and I am glad for it.The only thing I will miss is seeing your pretty face." She caressed his cheek."Don't tell lies on your deathbed, ma." Kristof wanted to cry because of her words, but he didn't want to upset her."I'm not lying. You are b
~ Five years ago ~It was a hot day. The sun was shining bright and there wasn't a breath of wind. Kristof searched for a place in the shade. Right now he wondered why he decided to visit the town's market on a day like this, with these high temperatures.He enjoyed visiting the market. It was something he used to do as a little boy with his parents.He had wrapped up a thin cloth around half of his face. People could think it was for protection, because of the scorching sun, so this was a pretty handy disguise to cover up his scar.A large tree provided a good place to have some rest. He sat down and rested his back against the lumpy tree trunk. He was sitting in the dry dirt, but he didn't mind. Happily, he looked at the people and the busy market life. Some people were bargaining, car’s drove around, farmers and merchants sold their goods. He could smell the different scents of leather, spices, horse poo, and whatnot. Children played, old people talked together, and young people la
Her heart was hammering inside her chest, her breathing was fast, her hands were sweaty. Spencer walked towards the man that stood in front of the aisle. The man was dressed in a navy blue shiny wedding suit with a purple belt. It was the first time she saw him.The man stood in the last rays of sunlight of the day, almost a golden glow around him as the sun was about to set and the sky was painted in all kinds of colors, orange, pinks, and purples.The man that Spencer had been avoiding until now, smiled at her, but Spencer didn't see the honest, happy, and warm smile. She could only see the imperfection: the large scar on the man's face that looked monstrous to her.She swallowed a big lump in her throat, and while walking past the guests that all sat on their flower-decorated chairs, she had to grab one of those chairs for a moment as she felt unstable and her knees weak.God, she couldn't go through with this, could she?She then looked at Kristof's hands which were covered in sat
Kristof stepped outside after he'd finished his talk with the mayor, or actually, it was more the mayor’s financial adviser who'd done most of the talking.It appeared that the mayor wanted to visit his mine.Kristof couldn't refuse, one could never refuse his mayor, so they made an appointment straight away.He thought he could also bring Spencer, to show her his life's work.Kristof owed his wealth to his business. It was a diamond mine, the only one in the country.While traveling all over the world when he was younger, he somehow learned everything there was to know about the mines and though he himself was not the best miner—because he was short on one hand—he did know everything there was about mining and geology.With a small fortune that was left to him from his inheritance, he hired the best geologists, miners, and other workers needed for the mine to run.Once that was settled, they started digging and his mine was born. Soon after, the first diamonds were found. Thankfully
Spencer looked at the plate in front of her. Her mother had put all her love and hard work into that meal, she could tell. They never ate such extravagant food. She had given her the most tender piece of meat, which she probably cooked to comfort her, but she couldn't eat it. Not even one bite. Her stomach turned in all directions. She felt nauseous.Her father just dropped a bomb on her . She was told that she was to marry someone she had never met before. Someone she didn't love. Someone that was a pariah to society. The 'one-handed monster' that's what the people in town called that someone.A man that was known as Kristof Sutherfield.Besides that, being famed for being a freak, he was also well-known for being the wealthiest man in the country.Kristof wasn't liked by the people of class, for he had no class like they did. He held no title, like a mayor or a vice president . He gained his fortune by earning it with his own hands, or better yet, single-handedly.The man only had o