Chapter 58 All shame for him
58\. All shame for him
The old lady took a backward step. She can't believe he'd go to this extent.
Oscar, one of the men he trusted so much, was ordered to be killed. Someone he saved from trafficking and took under his protection, in his employment. Why? Because of a misunderstanding. Because of fake photos.
Nothing about the photos looked fake, but still, how could he not think with his brain? How can he let his broken heart take control over his kindness?
Madam Martha had no second thoughts regarding the anguishes he was feeling. His eyes said enough. Those embers sparkling with a border of redness expressed all. Nevertheless, does he have to be so heartless?
She was staring at him with an open mouth as she softly sniffed. "Oh, I think I should not be surprised at your correct guessing. It's you, after all, who trained that slt." He spat without thinking of the words he used.
"Damien?" A vigorous shudder coursed through her.
"You trained her to seduce the alpha, didn't you?" The surrounding was crammed with utter silence. Such that if so much as a tiny pin fell on the floor one could catch its noise clearly.
"We both know she's not like that." Despite his allegations, Madam Martha remained calm.
"Yeah yeah… she was not like that until I left her in your shadow. You taught her everything. You turned a sweet Aura into a slt Aura that she is today." She grumbled recalling those pictures.
"She was a Virgin in my bed but a vicious cunning horny fox in their beds. You are to be credited for the transformation I see in the woman I was madly in love with. You made her what she is today." Damien seethed. He was only refraining himself from pulling his hair.
"I didn't do anything. Trust me." Biting on a cry Madam Martha closed her eyes. She shook tremendously, needing some support.
She moved a little backwards and hit the back of the plush couch. Letting her weight deposit on the back surface of the furniture, she grazed her chest with her quavering hand. Her heartbeats raced. Her chest compelled all the breath she was holding in her rib in one go. The allegations were too much to sink in. They were more vigorous than the accusations her boyfriend had put on her before walking over her.
"All that I ever did was explain her things. I tried to keep her here close to you. I have only wanted to see you two happy. Why would I make her do all that?" Madam Martha spoke genuinely. Neither was she defending Aurora nor was she trying to divert his mind. All she was thinking to do was— Bring them together.
"Moreover, those pictures are fake. Don't you get it? Someone is trying to seperate you." She raised her voice.
Alpha Damien smirked sarcastically. "Oh really? Who would want to do that? No one except for you and the working staff in the mansion knew about us. I guess it's you who wanted to separate us. And you succeeded."
It hit her like a spear, splitting her flesh and digging deep. But the old shivering lady controlled herself with tears. His words may hurt today, but if she let it get her and didn't serve the purpose she had come here for, she might regret it forever.
"Damien, I may sound diplomatic but trust me it's for your own good. If you fail to believe me today, you will regret it forever in your life." Thunder roared aggressively outside the Manor. It matched Madam Martha's control.
Curtains floated intensely with robust winds. Air suddenly became icy cold. It was not snowing or else everything about the night was icy. The rain plummeted aggressively, creating a cacophony of noise. There was hardly anyone awake at this time in the mansion. Even if not, they pretended to be asleep. Alpha Damien's exasperation was better avoided.
Among everything, this helpless internally broken lady sniffed. She was losing this bet but she still persisted. For the sake of her daughter. For the sake of her daughter's unborn baby.
"You want to vent your frustration on me, go ahead. Don't hurt Aurora. Don't ever let her know about the pictures or this conversation we are having." She hesitantly put her hand on his arm.
"I refuse your request." He replied.
"Don't be so brutal, Damien. You will only hurt yourself in the end because you are unconscious about some things in your life. Some precious things that'd mean the entire world to you. Don't let your anger get the better of you." Little by little warmth crept back into her body. He was listening to her. Which means, there were chances he would listen to her.
On the contrary, Alpha Damien drew his eyebrows together not being able to comprehend the meaning of her words. They were hard to digest.
What did she mean about 'precious things'? What could be so joyous he would die for? He had everything a living being would desire. Luxury. Looks. Power. Sex appeal. A lot of money. Business. Fame. Glamour. Last but not the least, a huge queue of sexy women.
Damien let go of his thoughts. There were many things Madam Martha said but didn't make sense to him. He chose to concentrate on what she was saying.
"You asked me who would be happy with your breakup, right?" Alpha Damien stared at her curiously. "Who would it be other than Peter Dursley?"
"Huh,"
"It's him, Damien, I can bet on it." She confidently said. "Some while ago when you and Aurora quarrelled, she was so depressed that she even skipped her meals. She missed you. I couldn't see her pain and suggested her to go and meet you. (pause) She was very happy. But before she could come to you.... Peter tried to get close to her. He tried to kiss her but I came in time. I slapped him, warned him to stay away which he did. But later that moment he approached me in the kitchen and said that I hooked her up with you. He said that he'll get Aurora in his bed come what may."
After completing her words Madam Martha waited for him to speak as his face wasn't showing any sort of expression. His eyes were glued to the ground.
When she didn't see any reaction coming, she finished, "I have a strong feeling that it's his deed. He did that all. He captured those pictures with Rosario and Oscar at such angles that it looks like they are… they are," She pulled and pinched at her finger as she avoided speaking of the visibility in those pictures. "Those photographs are made up, and the ones with Peter… I can give you in writing it is not Aurora. She never left the mansion after the accident except for a few times. She was afraid to hurt you with her carelessness."
Madam Martha inhaled in a breath tinged with frustration. She thought she could convince him. Damien, sadly, didn't look convinced.
"Damien, say something." Tears made their way down her cheeks.
He can't be so impulsive and not trust her, can he?
Her persistence remained unaffected when he ultimately raised his eyes. He blinked some tears of his own, "If you are done with your story, I would like to leave."
She was taken aback. Never had she ever expected this.
Unbelievable!!!
"Do you think I am reciting some story?" She clutched his arm, refraining him from leaving.
"I don't have time to listen to your shitty stories, Miss Martha" Saying this he jerked her hand away as he strode toward the double door exit.
Jaw dropping in shock, Madam Martha watched him go away. She never felt so insulted in her life before. Not when her boyfriend accused her of carrying someone else's dirt.
"You stupid idiot!" Madam Martha frowned. She immediately turned to her heels intending to follow him before he got any further.
If not now..... Then never.
He had reached the doorstep when she pulled him back by his arm. Damien gave her an amusing look. He didn't have to verbalise his dismay, his eyes were adequate for that matter.
"You know what Damien Hunter, you are an idiot!" Madam Martha spat. "I've never seen such a stupid man like you. Shame on you for suspecting the woman who sacrificed everything for you. I feel ashamed of myself to have raised you into who you are today. You were better alone with no one in your life. You don't deserve anyone, Damien Hunter."
His jaw clenched, tightening into a rock and eyes glittered ominously. A growl erupted from the depth of his mouth as he snarled, "All shame for me who did nothing except for loving your filthy slttish characterless daughter? What about her, Miss. Martha? She served herself in different men's bed like a whre, satisfying their dcks."
Break!!!!!
A vase across the room shattered, taking their attention. Madam Martha shuddered observing who it was while Alpha Damien's fists clenched. His throat felt hard. His heart skipped beating. The veils of his lashes cut his sight of that unwanted someone he didn 't want to look at. Not at this moment when he was calling her with dirty names.
Tbc…
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