A deal with the devil

Chapter 74

Samuel tried to suppress the strange feeling ising in his chest ciently cuffling Sophia’s hair, he said indulgently, “You just got out of the hospital. Don’t run so fast.

Sophia nodded shyly. “Okay, I’ll listen to you, Samark”

Bally couldn’t resist teasing, “She couldn’t wait to see you, Samuel. She didn’t even notice her own brother.”

Sophia’s face flushed red, both embarrassed and annoyed “Billy!”

Billy chuckled, pinching her cheek lightly. “Alight, alright. I’m just teasing you. Let’s head inside,”

With one hand held by Samuel and the other clutching Billy’s arm, Sophia was the picture of a pampered princess. The maids looked on with envy and admiration, wishing they could be treated like Sophia

Now that the toote family’s matriarch, Eleanor Graham, had arrived, it was only a matter of time before Sophia married into the family and became their young mistress. To the maids, it seemed as though Sophia’s formine was straight out of a fairytale–almost too good to be tra

Inside the living room, Samuel spotted Eleanor.

The moment Samuel returned to the country, he had called Eleanor in front of Sophia to request her presence for their wedding arrangements. And now, here she was.

Eleanor, thin and stern–faced, regarded Samuel with cool detachment as he approached her with Sophia in tow.

greeted her curtly, his tone flat “Grandmother.”

his demise. Despite this, she was forced

whem Samuel married, as long as she fulfilled her familial dury. After a glance at Sophia, however, her lips

gold for pennies, I see.

mocking Samuel for rejecting Shirley, a celebrated socialite, in favor of Sophia, whose family background, alegance, and beauty

of Sophia was nothing short of vicious.

turned toward Sophia with concern. Her face had gone pale, her lips trembled, and her eyes filled with unshed

moment.

Samuel pulled Sop

into his arms protectively, his eyes sharp with icy anger as they fixed on Eleanor. “Candmother, Sophia is my woman. I’d appreciate it if you’d show

indifferently, her eyes critical as they swept over Sophia “This woman looks fragile and ill–fated, hardly fit for anything dignified. But if you’ve set your mind on her,

humble fare, so I won’t trouble you to stay for dinner. “

her to leave

out a sharp short. “I’m used to plain, simple meals. Even if your house served the finest delicacies, I wouldn’t care–I doubt my stomach could handle it.” With that, she stormed

in her room.

a seafood least

gleefully devoured them.