Sold To The Wicked Him

“Son, You have to stop”

Drinking yet another glass, bottles of empty wine can be seen scattered on the table. Staying at the nearby hotel, as soon as Aiden get his wounds treated, he did not say any words at all. Even Menandro know that something must have happened. But he wasn’t there to witness the very scene, all he know is that there was a commotion between his son and Brylle.

Not listening to his words, Aiden continued to pour yet another wine on his cup. And when Menandro took it away from him, he drank directly on the bottle he was holding.

“I did not raised you to be a drunkard”

He could not help but raise his voice. But what Aiden mumbled is something he did not expect to hear.

“You didn’t raised me at all”

Letting out a deep sigh, the old man gulp the wine in the glass he was holding. That made Aiden look at him. slightly surprised with what he did.

“Why? Do you think it is just you who can drink?”

Heading to the cabinet on the small kitchen of the room,,, there he saw set of fine drinks that was displayed in shelf.

“Alright, if you won’t stop, then drink with me then”

Putting down the bottle of wine, Aiden did not bother looking at him. picking up the glass that was stolen from him, he was about to pour some wine on it when Menandro pour first.

“Drink”

He mumbled telling his son. But on the contrary, he did not do so. Which made the old man laugh before pulling a chair for him to sit at.

“There, look at that. when I told you to stop, you keep on drinking. When I told you to drink”

Shaking his head, he can’t help but be at awe. To think that his son would do that just to not do what he was telling him to do so, his hatred to his father…

“Is that how much you despise me?”

Drinking the wine that his son did not drink, he let out a deep sigh as soon as the taste of the wine run down his throat.

“Been ages since I last deink something as strong as that”

Chuckling to himself, he pour yet another drink on the cup when his son took it and drink it in one go.

‘That was more than what I drank. This brat, since when did he had the habit of drinking? I did not know he could drink like this’

Even with him constantly visiting his son, it was the first time the two share a drink as this. Although he knows that his son is not doing fine, he can’t help but find this moment as something as he would like to cherish. After all, some times like this is not often to come by.

“I saw Lea”

Aiden started. Face a bit red maybe due to how much alcohol his body take. Indeed, his alcohol tolerance is quiet high. But even if it is high, that doesn’t mean that it can take too much than what he can handle.

“She was alive…”

He grin mumbling as id a thorn was pulled from his throat.

“She is even wearing that dress I designed for her”

Menandro just keep on listening in what his son would say. Never once in his life did he ever consider his dreams being granted. As if he used his luck to get closer to his son. Although the price he have to pay for that is his son’s happiness.

“I saw her but she can’t seem to remember me. Her hair looks different.. her eyes is not the same… but I can feel that it was her. I can see it… I can hear it”

Drinking yet another glass, it was as if that was the only thing that pushes him to keep hold of himself.

“And for the first time in my life, I felt so lucky. I felt like… someone heard my wishes and grant it”

Eyes sparkling as he speaks, Menandro can’t help but admit the fact that his son completely fall for Lea. What can he say if his son’s eyes speaks his heart? it was the very first time he saw him have that look on his eyes after so many years since Claudia’s passing.

Taking the glass, he pour for himself and drinks it.

‘Oh Claudia, what should I do? I am not good in time like this. How can I even comfort our son? I… I always rely on you whenever he was sad and all… I…’

Not saying a word, Aiden didn’t mind it at all as he was left staring at the air. Remembering Lea’s face when he was holding her. Remembering all of it as clear as the day. No matter how much he tries to held himself in doing so, all that he have on his mind is nothing but Lea’s face. He could even hear her voice. So clear… so loud…

‘I need to make sure if it was really her. I need to…’

“I am not sure of what to do in this moment, but even if it was really Lea, you said she doesn’t remember you? What will you do now? Son?”

Looking at his father, his eyes speaks as if he was questioning what else can he do other than that.

“First… I shall know whether if it was really Lea. Because if it was really her, god knows what I can do to get my wife back”

Drinking yet another glass, Menandro still have his eyes looking at his son. There he saw him look back and let out his remarks.

“I will do anything… even if it means jumping to hell”

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Sound of a glass breaking can be heard. It was a calm night yet the man shouting is not calm at all.

“If not because of you Lea wouldn’t he hurt!”

Shouting at his brother, it was the first time Paul ever saw Brylle be like that. He was a sweet puppy waggling his tail, doing anything that he wants him to do but now… it is as if he was biting the hands of his owner.

“Have you gone mad? Didn’t I told you to stay away in the clock? Is it my fault you didn’t listen to what I said?”

Calm as he can be, he watches his half brother shout in anger. He hates to admit it but his brother, Brylle, he have fallen completely. He did not know that Brylle would be such a die hard when it comes to love.

‘This idiot, of all people he fall for that bastard’s wife?’

But more than that, what he could not understand is why must things be like this.

He already knew what happened. Just the time he saw Lea, it was a surprise to see a familiar face but as he let his people speak, he learned what truly did happened. What his brother did. And all of that.

“I never thought it would be that early, are you out of your mind?”

“I don’t know it either. I told you, I just received a warning from someone I know. Since he learned I would be there”

Not having any reason to still put blame to Paul, Brylle ruffles his hair before he bends his knee sitting on his feet. He doesn’t know what to do. he knew that he must avoid the clock and yet he failed to keep Lea safe.

It was hid fault, that is what he thinks it was. The reason why all of this happened is all because of his fault. If he was not careless, then none of this would ever happen.

“Lea is still unconscious. She is not waking up at all…”

“You really fall for that girl?”

Glaring at Paul, it wasn’t him to do so. But when it comes to Lea he can’t help but do things he never do before.

“I already told you who she is, right?”

“And you should have told me sooner!”

“And you should consult me first before mendling with my business. Is it me who picks up someone he don’t even know and even brought her in the Gala? I am amazed by how foolish you can be”

Shaking his head, he know for himself that it was him to blame. Even though he did look for he she was, he did not ask those in his brother’s command as he doesn’t like them to get in touch with him as much as possible. Thinking she is but a sweet angel sent from heaven, he never had any thoughts that she can be Aiden’s wife… of all people… his cousin’s wife.

“Shit… fucking damn shit!”

Raising his voice he heard a sound of folder falling in front of him.

“But you should be thankful your brother is not an idiot like you”

“What is this?”

“Then go look for yourself to find out”

And as soon as he open the file, scrolling to papers as he read what was in there, he can’t help but look at Paul with a questioning eyes.

“How did you…”

Looking at his brother, he could not help but have his eyes widened.

“Nothing you can’t do with money and connections”

“But… in just over a…”

“Do you think I am a fool? You seem to belittle my capabilities. Now it is your turn, what can you do in return?”

Gripping the folder on his hand he can’t help but have a grin on his lips. For sure, his problem would be solved. And he did not even think that it would be done as simple as that.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“You…”

And so looking at the folder, he did not know that it was something he would regret doing so.