Untold chronicles of power

Chapter Twenty-One

Sophia had heard the news from one of their servants, who had rushed into the study with a pale and trembling face.

He had told her father that there had been an accident on the road, that their car had skidded on the ice and crashed into a tree, the servant had told Mr Benedict that they were all dead.

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, and then a storm of grief swarmed in piercing the depth of her soul, yet she couldn’t scream or shout, that emotion struggled to show but she was shattered inside, she just stood there numb, she had wanted to see her father, to hug him and comfort him and be comforted by him, but he had locked himself in his room, refusing to see anyone.

He became a cold and distant man thereafter, who barely spoke to her or looked at her. He had buried himself in his work, trying to forget his pain.

Sophia had felt alone and abandoned.

She had no one to talk to, no one to love, no one to love her. She had only her books and her chessboard, which had becom