All Chapters of Sophie:The broken Mistress: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The evening with Vivienne was one of the best Sophie ever had in the village. Even from the start, when she had spoken gibberish with the sign language, Sophie had known they were off to a good start. As a remedy to help her heal faster, Vivienne had recommended that Rhys take her around the village, especially to places that might be of interest to her. Rhys had suggested no other place than the bakery, and if anything was going to buy her one more hour away from the choky mansion, Sophie was ready to go for it. And so they began their journey to the bakery at the centre of the market they had passed earlier. Approaching it, they saw the bakery named “Flour and Love," a name that sounded funny to Rhys for no obvious reason. It was a charming, rustic building with a warm, inviting façade. The exterior walls were made of natural stone that was probably hand-hewn, with a cheerful yellow door and matching shutters. A wooden sign creaked in the gentle breeze, bearing the bakery’s name

In a very long time—that could be counted for as long as five years—the hug was the closest thing Rhys had had to what was described as an emotion-filled hug. Veronica had just given him something he didn’t know he yearned for, something he didn’t know how he wanted, until her frail arms came around his neck and she brought him in the hug.Even though he was taller and his head was way above Veronica’s own, the two women suddenly switched and buried their heads in his shoulder and chest, respectively. Without saying a word or a single plea, he knew he had just been added to the family and hoped that this woman was really the thing that Sophie read in her sister’s journal. Time will tell, he said to himself.After standing in each other’s embrace for more than three minutes, Rhys shifted his stance, softly telling them both that it was time to disengage. He didn’t want to be the party pooper to spoil the twenty-four-year relationship reunion, but his spine told him otherwise.The women

“Pretty please, can you tell me who we are having over today?” Veronica tugged at Rhys’ apron, pulling him to her side.Sophie looked at both of them in amusement and got back to cleaning the glass cups, wondering how Rhys and Veronica had become so close in a couple of days. She knew Rhys had his charm, which made it easy for him to be everyone’s friend, but she didn’t know it would work so fast on her mother; they even made Sophie feel like an outcast sometimes.Since the incident, Sophie has been embarrassed to face her mother, but she keeps on reassuring her every day that it wasn’t her fault. This brought about a lot of conversations between them, and Veronica had already started to take classes on sign language so she could communicate better with her daughter.“No, it’s going to be the surprise of the century.”Sophie took her phone, typing the keypad furiously, then sliding it back into the pocket of the apron she was wearing. Seconds later, an incoming message notification po

His eyes widened slowly, the shock registering on his face despite its brute condition. He coughed loudly, the effects of the cough racking through his entire body. He wheezed dryly after that, his lungs trying to suck in more air. Even though Sophie had been here a couple of times to see him, this was the first time he opened his eyes to see her. “Veronica. Oh, my Veronica.” He whimpered. Veronica looked at him, a mixed reaction of pity and disgust etched on her face. Sophie could see something like tension starting to build up in the room. Rhys, not wanting to interfere in the family tussle, decided to rest on the wall on the far side of the building but mistakenly hit a plate on the way, the metal plate clattering on the floor and its noise reverberating throughout the building. “It's sad how life only brought you back to me in my dying days.” His voice was a little more than a whisper. “You deserve to die, and you deserve to die a more painful death.” Veronica declared, shocki

“It was like a suspenseful horror thriller movie to all of us when she went away, leaving the little baby in our care. Of course, my father left it in my mother’s care and had no choice but to reinstate us from the barn back to the house. “Everything seemed to be going well, smooth, and fine for a couple of weeks, but we all knew it was a delusion. Learning his lesson, my father had tried his best to be a good man until my mother was diagnosed with a terminal illness. “The doctor informed her, along with my father, that she had less than three years to live, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly when the death bell would ring. I was too young to understand what was going on, but instead of my father staying with my mother in her last days, he spent it at fun centres, claiming to drink away his sorrows. “Then, on a rainy Sunday morning, when I was nine years old and Eliana was five, we were preparing to head to the neighborhood church when the grim reaper came to take its next victim. It