Chapter 57 His cold comeback
57\. His cold comeback
The sound of the clock filled the air. Tick. Tick. Tick. The only noise beside Aura's soft breathing. She was cocooned in the warmth of her blanket, sleeping peacefully having no clue of the tempest dancing outside the door of the manor.
Madam Martha was pacing to and fro with a pallid face. Her fingers battled with each other and her mouth twisted and pressed in a line. Her heart hammered in her chest painfully as she can't help but imagine the consequences.
What if Damien abandons her??
What if he asks her to leave his house??
What if he calls the baby in her womb filth?
Her eyes watered and blinked irrationally. Her mind was occupied with so many things that when the slamming of the door hit her eardrums, she could not move. Alpha Damien was home. In his bedroom probably because of the thudding sound of his hasty heavy footsteps.
She was brought back to the real world by a heavy noise of lightning. Madam Martha wished to confront him regarding the photos but couldn't gather the courage to face him for he was in a bad mood. She was certain that one wrong move could shake Aurora's life.
She dropped the idea of interacting with him. Stopping before her daughter's bed, she covered her mouth. Her sobs were increasing and turning noisy and she didn't want them to disturb Aura's sleep.
Madam Martha sat next to her sleeping figure and adjusted the quilt properly over her frame. She caressed her cheek and pecked her forehead lightly. How innocent she looked while sleeping? Her face wore a neutral expression of serenity. She occurred at peace and calm as if she was in the protection of a mighty saviour.
Alas, she was unaware of the storm knocking at the outside walls of her room. Madam Martha's breathing hitched as she imagined Aura with a huge baby bump— as a single mother in a far away apartment without Damien. The anticipation of her future condition quivered her arms. She cowardly shrunk her shoulders not being able to assume her like that.
"I am helpless, honey. I know everything and yet I can't do anything to help you. Forgive your mother for her helplessness. But it is not in my control to attend a furious Damien. Both of you are victims at the hands of a stupid misunderstanding. I am afraid my confrontation would worsen things for you while you are still oblivious to everything." She sniffed.
A tear rolled down her cheek on Aurora's face. Madam Martha wiped it off her face and closed her eyes. Her heart was sinking in guilt. Her hands totally numb while her toes curled cowardly.
A person feels utterly blank and powerless when they know they can bring a change but have no courage to do it. Madam Martha was walking on the path of same powerlessness.
She cared about the baby and his future. She cared about Aura as the mother of the child, alas, she didn't know how to resolve everything.
Nowadays it's so difficult to wean a child as a single mother. A woman has to go through society's unwanted torture and discrimination. Her child is bullied, often asked about the father. There is depression and ugly comments at every step on campus in school and what not.
"NO!" Madam Martha stood up with a jolt. "I won't let Aurora face any of that. That baby in the womb belongs to Damien. He can't let his own kid be called filth by this cruel world.
Hastily she rubbed her tears away. Her slumped shoulders straightened and her shuddering body changed its language. Madan Martha dashed out of Aura's room with the determination to confront Damien.
He has to listen to her. It is not about his pain or the bad that happened to him. It was about his unborn child.
She ought to talk to him before it gets too late. Aurora was weak and her unborn baby was too fragile to take his cold shoulder. Madam Martha had to resolve this issue before she gained her senses.
Without even knocking at the door Madam Martha barged inside his room, "I want to talk, Damien." He was standing on the balcony attached to his room. It was raining heavily outside. But he didn't seem to care.
The water soaked his white white shirt. It clung to his muscled frame as he kept staring outside.
"Come back here, Damien, and listen to me." Madam Martha raised her voice, assuming that he didn't realise her presence in his quarters.
She didn't know he was forever away. Not just her hasty stumbling steps to her heave before she stormed inside, Damien perceived each of her moves. He was only attempting to avoid her as he had no wish to continue this further. He had made his mind up. Now there was nothing that would stop him. Nothing.
"Damien," She began. "I apologise for being mean to you but trust me, Aurora didn't do it. She would never betray you."
The mention of betrayal caught his attention. It became obvious when Damien's shoulders were erected. He spun around, putting his vermillion red eyes at view. Madam Martha's blood froze at the sight of his dishevelled broken countenance. His eyes, though looked like boiling lava, seemed broken and dejected. It was obvious he cried.
This was the first time Madam Martha saw him like this in all the years of her service. Trepidation and remorse seared through her. She felt like taking him in her arms and console him. She raised him as his nanny but here she was facing him as a total stranger. A stranger who had come with the motive of defending the tormentor of his heart.
He may not like it, but she had to do it. For his own good.
While was measuring the visible affliction in his eyes, Damien came and stood in front of her with his hands folded over his chest. He calmly stared at Madam Martha while she gawked at his features closely. Nobody can anticipate the feelings entertaining on his face. Not even this old lady who'd witnessed his growth progression.
"Please listen to me once, Damien. I know you feel deceived and are heartbroken, but it is not what it seems like. Aurora is innocent. She would never cheat on you because she loves you as much as you do to her. She would never think about another man in her wildest dream beca—" Her intention was to disclose the secret of Aura's pregnancy but his damned phone. It rang and he prioritised the caller over her.
"Yes, Brian," Madan Martha persisted his ignorance as he brushed past her and through the door.
She followed him to the main hall whilst listening to the one sided conversation of her alpha.
"Good! Now get him out of the city. I want you to break all his bones. Inject him with wolfsbane poison. I want his bloody hands amputated and his shaft cut. Do everything in your power to torture him, Brian. Attack his family. Kill his pregnant fiancé. Involve his old parents— do anything that agonizes him, Brian, just don't let him survive." Madam Martha trembled at the sharpness of his tone.
Her throat seemed to have closed up. The anger in his voice told he was talking about one of the men he saw in the fake pictures with Aura.
"Don't let that son of a btch get away easily." He screamed this time.
Her back was facing the old house yet she could foresee his expressions.
"I don't want to think twice, Brian. Just do as I say." He shouted a command and disconnected the phone.
"Who is it?" He had not been able to get out of the angst of the conversation with his beta when the old Housekeeper he'd been trying to neglect caught his elbow.
"You guess?" He turned around with a nasty smirk.
"O-Oscar?" Madam Martha gasped on the name.
With a laugh, Alpha Damien raised his eyebrows of perplexity. "Perfect guess, Miss. Martha."
Tbc…
(He's turned insane! Will Alpha Damien let her speak and stop himself from committing mistakes before it's indeed too late? Or will he let someone else's wrongdoings destroy themselves? Let's see in the upcoming Chapter. Please do not forget to comment and follow:)