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

and the strained circumstances surrounding his demise. Despite this, she

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

see. What impeccable

were a direct insult, mocking Samuel for rejecting Shirley, a celebrated socialite, in

words in front of Sophia was nothing short

and Billy both turned toward Sophia with concern. Her face had gone pale, her lips trembled, and

moment.

Samuel pulled Sop

with icy anger as they fixed on Eleanor. “Candmother, Sophia is my woman. I’d appreciate it

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, who

house only offers humble fare, so I won’t trouble you to stay

and Eleanor hadn’t eaten yet. Acking her to leave at this time was downright

meals. Even if your house served

away from Samuel, tears screaming down her face as the locked herself in her room. Billy rushed to the door to console her, while Samuel frowned

at the Weiss residence, a seafood

little Damian, who gleefully devoured them. Damian’s face lit up with every