C10 How dare you ?

Sofia's POV

Miss Sofia," Rae called from the hallway. "Oh my God," She explained at the prints of that bastard's palm on my face.

"We need to get you treated..."

"Take me to his father Rae, if he's going to have me marry his bulldog of son, he will fuckin learn how to tame him."

"Mr Holmes office is down at the other mansion," She said, and I paused, staring at her.

"I don't care how far it is Rae, I need to get to him," I said and she nodded, waving for the in-house chauffeur to drive over.

"To Mr Holmes," She said, as we got into the car. "Your face is bleeding miss Sofia, are you sure we don't need to go to the..."

"Take a picture of my face," I demanded, gaining the look of the chauffeur. "Heh?" She replied.

"Don't make me repeat myself Rae, take a picture and make sure it is kept safe," I said and she nodded, taking her phone out.

I squinted my eyes at the flash of the camera's light before the car finally came to a halt.

"We're here Mrs Holmes," The chauffeur said, making me hiss in disgust, before storming into Holmes home.

"Mr Holmes," I yelled, pushing the door.to his office, taken aback by the number of men seated, one of which was my father.

"Sofia, what are you doing here?" He asked softly, until he noticed the red palm prints on my face.

"Im here because of who you think it is Mr Holmes, not only did your son almost strangle me to death yesterday, I was barely recuperating when he barged into my room, asking me why I was still asleep," I said, turning to stare at my father.

"And..." Holmes asked stepping out of his chair to me.

"Your son hit me, Mr Holmes, it took almost 10 minutes to get here and you can see clearly the imprints of his palms on my face," I said, watching Holmes reel I'm the shame of being called out in front business advocates.

"Alex did that Sofia?" My father finally said, walking to touch my face.

I flinched as he raised his hands to touch my cheeks, filled with the burning sensation of his fingers on the tore skin.

"You need to do something about this Holmes, I didn't get my daughter married to your son, just for him to hit her!" My father yelled, his chest heaving heavily.

"Calm down, I'll take care of it..."

"Don't you tell me to fucking calm down Holmes, my daughter had never flinched at my touch and it's not even been up to a whole day she signed the marriage certificate and you want me to calm?" My father added, pulling me into his arms.

The strangeness of his touch made my body shudder, hives of goosebumps rising in my skin.

"I'm sorry Sofia," My father said, pulling a chair closer for me.

"Yeah, you're, at least your sole business property cannot be injured," I said, taking his hands off mine.

"Sofia," He called again, his voice softer, as he held my hands in his. "I know you're going to take all my words as excuses, but I promise, I'll sort it all out, trust me okay?" He said, and I glared wordlessly at him.

"The chauffeur is here, let's go," Holmes said and I stood up, taking out my hands from my father's.

"Miss Sofia," Rea said, walking towards me with a first aid box.

"Have a seat Holmes, I'll treat the wounds your son inflicted on my daughter before we leave," my father said, and Holmes nodded, walking back to the men.

"My personal assistant will round up this meeting while I attend to this clearly personal matter," Holmes said to the men.

"Ouch," I moaned at the touch of the antiseptic on my face.

"I'm sorry, I should have been careful," my father said, blowing air on my face

"It is not going to redeem what you did to me dad, I'm in this mess right now all because of you," I said, and he nodded wordlessly.

And for the first time, I could see a small pang of regret in his eyes. "I'll make it right I promise," He said, as applied the tape on my face.

"Miss Sofia," Rae said, walking to me as I stood up to walk to the car outside.

"There's a separate car ready and you can take that if you don't want to ride in the same car with Mr Holmes," She said and I nodded, taking the latter.

******

"I'm asking you where the hell that bitch went to!" Alex's bark could be heard from the front of the house as Holmes walked in, gripping his walking stick strongly.

"Oh, there she is," Alex said, his eyes glinting with fury as he saw me walk into the room.

His fury made him oblivious of the sight of his father before him as he stormed towards, raising his hands to supposedly hit me again.

"Fuck!" Alex groaned, and a familiar strong arms pulled me away, his body shielding my sight of Alex in pain.

"Zack, w—what are you doing here?" I asked, but he wordlessly made sure I was in a safe spot before walking to the other end of the room.

I stared down at Alex in pain, and my eyes grew more wildly at the sight of Mr. Holmes stick, which was supposed to have clearly broken from the force of how hard he hit Alex.

"What the fuck was that for!" Alex growled, writhing in pain as he stood up to his father.

"How dare you...." He barely completed when Mr. Holmes stripped the walking stick across his back.

Alex's face blew red with fury, anger and nothing less than a murderous intention in his eyes for me.

"Don't you dare glare at my daughter like that," My father said from behind, plunging a punch into Alex's face.