All Chapters of Auctioned to my Brother's Bestfriend: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"Mr. Mean, Mr. Mean," Aiden jumped in excitementI am sure he must have sensed mean vibes from Damien; that's why he called him Mr. Mean from the start.But the question was, What was he doing here? Was he following us all this time?Damien smiled, looking down at Aiden when he came out. My eyes moved to Aiden; he was also smiling back at him but he curled his lips inward when he saw me staring at him.He still remembers the incident when I threw away the chocolates given by Damien. He doesn't want me to get mad at him for smiling at Damien."You need help?" he asked."No," I said "Yes," Aiden said at the same time.My eyes again flicked to Aiden and he looked down, biting his lips as he said the opposite to me. He thought that I would get angry with him but I didn't. He could have his own will as well."We don't need your help. We are fine." I would prefer standing here and calling someone from the team for help than going with him.He brought out his phone and typed something on hi

My trembling hands reached for the phone, and my fingers automatically typed his name into the contact list. Even after our separation, I couldn't muster the courage to delete his number. Perhaps it was saved for this day.I know I promised myself that I would never call him, even in the hardest times but the life of my baby was at stake, and in this moment, my ego couldn't stand taller than the potential salvation for my child.I could do anything for my baby.After a few agonizing rings, he picked up the phone. The sound of his voice on the other end sent my heart into a frenzied rhythm, each beat echoing my inner turmoil."Hello," he answeredMy breath caught in my throat when I heard his voice. I changed my phone number so I am sure that he doesn't know who has called him."Damien," his name, barely came out of my mouth "Angel?" He recognised my voice even when it was barely audibleA sob, thick with anguish, clawed its way out of my throat, stifling any attempt to form a word. Th

After the doctor assured us that Aiden was out of danger, I decided to leave because Philip seemed uncomfortable with my presence, and I didn't want to burden Angel further. I recognized that my being there might contribute to her distress, especially now that Philip was by her side. I wanted to be a source of relief for her, not an added tension.Realizing she had her brother and that Aiden was safe, I thought it was appropriate to give them space. Exiting the hospital, I promptly contacted the best doctor, providing him with the hospital's address and asking him to attend Aiden throughout the night. I made it clear that he should reach out to me if any assistance was required.With the assurance that Aiden was in capable hands, I headed towards my house. Upon entering, I was met with emptiness and a profound sense of loneliness. Despite it being a different residence from the one I am accustomed to, it had never felt like a home without Angel. Without her, it was merely a structure

It's been two weeks since that incident and I am still not over it. I still have the guilt that, because of me, my baby suffered. Aiden has now fully recovered, and he has also started going to school. The doctor asked me not to give him too much stress so I applied for one week of medical leave for him. He was happy about missing school and enjoyed the leaves as if they were holidays.Today I took a day off because I wasn't feeling well. I wanted to pick up Aiden today but Philip wouldn't let me go. He asked me to take a rest, and this is why I took the leave.I was going through my phone while waiting for my baby when the door opened. As usual, I expected him to barge inside the home and shout, telling each and every corner of the house that he had returned from school but instead, he came inside silent with his lips tightly pressed together. His eyes were low and the energy in him was missing.My eyebrows drew in confusion as my eyes flicked up at Philip, asking what was wrong with

Richard was completely shocked to know about my past. He was left speechless when I told him everything about my first meeting with Damien, Philip's fake death rumor, my auction, Damien's treatment, the truth and me leaving him at the end. He just listened to me intently without questioning anything but he was all ears to me. I felt relieved to tell him all this because it was like a burden on my heart especially when he was thinking about his life with me. Along with a mentor, he is my good friend as well and I could share things with him without the fear of getting judged. "Since then I have shut the doors to my heart, not allowing anyone to make its way inside." A long silence followed my words. He seems lost in my story, his mind replaying things I said. "Do you still love Damien?" He asked finally breaking his silence. He was silent while I was telling him the whole story of my life but his one question was enough to make me go silent. Drawing a deep breath, I gulped down.