SAINTS SAVE ME
Author: Slytherin_Era
last update2025-09-03 23:47:11

"How is our upcoming engagement present, young master Sargent?"

Christian frowned at the message as he can easily say from whom the message came, "Engagement gift my foot! Did I ask for this engagement or what? It's that family who is behind my back with that engagement, if not because of that amulet, I wouldn't even think about that family name.... Ridiculous people!"

He sat at the edge of the bed in another room, one hand pressed to his temple.

A dozen thoughts fought for dominance, the Kaelthornes, the fabricated newspaper, and now this veiled threat disguised as a taunt from the very same Kaelthorne family, "from the day this so-called family into my life, there's not even a single peaceful day in my life...."

But before he could even process it, his phone buzzed again.

This time, it was Luna, so his anger slightly subdued.

Though he is calm, he is still not sure whether he in a mood to have a conversation with her or not, but not knowing whether she called randomly or to info
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  • IT'S HIS BUSINESS

    "Chris, aren't you going to have dinner?" Rosaline came into the room to call Christian for dinner only to see him sleeping peacefully."Are you just resting or sleeping?" Rosaline gently asked getting closer to him, there's no response from him, through which she figured out he must be tired and fallen asleep with the laptop in his lap.The room was quiet, apart from the steady rise and fall of Christian’s breathing, without making a sound, she removed the laptop and placed it aside, covered him with a blanket to keep him warm.Unlike his usual tensed face, while sleeping he looked totally like an angelic beauty to Rosaline, "You must've been born as a girl with these looks, I'm sure men might've gone crazy for your beauty! Too bad, born as a man, but still beauty of a woman is nothing in front of you." The faint moonlight slipping through the curtains softened his face, highlighting the sharp cut of his jaw, the curve of his lashes, and the faint crease that lingered even in sleep.

  • WHO IS BEHIND ALL THESE?

    "Aurora."The gentle call snapped her out of her thoughts, Aurora quickly ended her call, slipping the phone aside, and turned."Mom?" The door opened to reveal her mother gliding inside in her wheelchair, dressed with her usual quiet elegance. Time and illness had thinned her body, but her presence still commanded warmth and dignity, while her beauty still had no competitors."I've been looking for you everywhere in the house, what are you doing here, sweetie?" Her mother asked softly.Aurora smiled, moving forward to take the handles of the chair. "Nothing, Mom, just arranging things for the party. You should’ve called me instead, why did you come all the way here by straining yourself?" "Simple things like these don't strain me sweetie, looking at you makes all my strain go away," her mother’s hand reached for hers as she came closer, and Aurora’s gaze fell on the deep red ruby locket resting against her mother’s neck. A fond smile touched her lips. "This truly looks so good on

  • SAINTS SAVE ME

    "How is our upcoming engagement present, young master Sargent?"Christian frowned at the message as he can easily say from whom the message came, "Engagement gift my foot! Did I ask for this engagement or what? It's that family who is behind my back with that engagement, if not because of that amulet, I wouldn't even think about that family name.... Ridiculous people!" He sat at the edge of the bed in another room, one hand pressed to his temple. A dozen thoughts fought for dominance, the Kaelthornes, the fabricated newspaper, and now this veiled threat disguised as a taunt from the very same Kaelthorne family, "from the day this so-called family into my life, there's not even a single peaceful day in my life...." But before he could even process it, his phone buzzed again. This time, it was Luna, so his anger slightly subdued.Though he is calm, he is still not sure whether he in a mood to have a conversation with her or not, but not knowing whether she called randomly or to info

  • DON'T START WITH ME, JUST READ

    "She has an eagle eyes," Christian had barely stepped out of the room after escaping Rosaline's suspicious glances and doubtful looks.Just then Charles dragged him into a corner, his face flushed and his usually neat hair in disarray."Uncle?" Christian sighed, "Why are you dragging me like this? What happened? What's wrong with you?""I'm here for a reason, but you are too busy romancing with your wife," Charles hissed as it's becoming too hard for finding a chance to speak with his own nephew, Christian huffed rubbing his temples, "There's no such thing uncle, I just went to have a shower after breakfast nothing else, what happened?" Charles groaned shoving a folded newspaper across the desk, "Someone sent this in your name to Sargent's mansion, thankfully it's me who saw it." Christian arched an eyebrow, toweling his hair with maddening calm. "What's this? Love letter or a threatening letter?" "Don’t start with me, just read."The headline screamed in bold print:"Corruption Al

  • I WAS JUST TIDYING

    "Not bad," Christian smiled finishing his breakfast, while Charles went to take a call, and Delphina became busy in the process of cleaning the kitchen.The afternoon sun streamed lazily through the curtains of the guesthouse, painting golden vertical and horizontal stripes across the carpet. Rosaline had declared it her domain now, despite the fact that Christian had clearly started leaving his shirt on the sofa, his cufflinks on the nightstand, and scandalously his laptop laid open on the desk like it owned the place.She folded her arms, staring at the mess. "He loves keeping his room clean and tidy while making my room a mess." "Men," she muttered under her breath, "like toddlers with expensive toys."Christian had gone to take a shower, and she, in an uncharacteristic burst of responsibility, decided to tidy up before Delphina showed up later in the day and started lecturing about the presentation of the room.She picked up a cufflink, then a tie that had been draped over the

  • THAT'S NOT A BAD HEADLINE

    "Hunger won over embarrassment," Christian threw his head back in frustration while preparing himself for cooking.The guesthouse kitchen had never seen such chaos in years.Pots clanged, spoons rattled, and the faint smell of something that had either almost become an omelet or had already given up trying filled the air."Chris, you can’t just… dump the eggs like that!" Rosaline snatched the cracked shell from his hands before he made another disastrous attempt.Christian Sargent, who had prepared himself for ruthless negotiations, sat through hours of everyone's sharp criticisms, and even survived the tragedy of marrying Rosaline against everyone's expectations, now stood in front of a frying pan looking as helpless as a cornered deer being not sure what to do or how to do."I told you," he muttered darkly, glaring at the eggs as if they had personally insulted him, "I don’t cook and I can't cook, it's better to order, because this pan hates me."Rosaline burst out laughing. She ti

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